But lingering at her window long survey'd His boat's last glimpses melting into shade.

Their home knew but affection's looks and speech-
A little Heaven, above dissension's reach.
But midst her kindred there was strife and gall;
Save one congenial sister, they were all
Such foils to her bright intellect and grace,
As if she had engross'd the virtue of her race.
Her nature strove th' unnatural feuds to heal,
Her wisdom made the weak to her appeal;
And, tho' the wounds she cured were soon unclosed,
Unwearied still her kindness interposed.

Oft on those errands though she went in vain,
And home, a blank without her, gave him pain,
He bore her absence for its pious end.-
But public grief his spirit came to bend ;
For war laid waste his native land once more,
And German honor bled at every pore.

Oh! were he there, he thought, to rally back
One broken band, or perish in the wrack!
Nor think that CONSTANCE Sought to move and melt
His purpose: like herself she spoke and felt :-
'Your fame is mine, and I will bear all wo
Except its loss!-but with you let me go
To arm you for, to embrace you from, the fight;
Harm will not reach me-hazards will delight!'
He knew those hazards better; one campaign
In England he conjured her to remain,
And she expressed assent, although her heart
In secret had resolved they should not part.

How oft the wisest on misfortune's shelves Are wreck'd by errors most unlike themselves! That little fault, that fraud of love's romance, That plan's concealment, wrought their whole mis

chance.

He knew it not preparing to embark,

But felt extinct his comfort's latest spark,

When, midst those number'd days, she made repair

Again to kindred worthless of her care.

"Tis true she said the tidings she would write

Would make her absence on his heart sit light;
But, haplessly, reveal'd not yet her plan,

And left him in his home a lonely man.

Thus damp'd in thoughts, he mused upon the past 'Twas long since he had heard from, UDOLPH last, And deep misgivings on his spirit fell

That all with UDOLPH's household was not well.
'Twas that too true prophetic mood of fear
That augurs griefs inevitably near,

Yet makes them not less startling to the mind
Least look'd-for then of human kind,

When come.

His UDOLPH ('twas, he thought at first, his sprite,)
With mournful joy that morn surprised his sight.
How changed was UDOLPH! Scarce THEODRIC durst
Inquire his tidings, he reveal'd the worst.

6

'At first,' he said, as JULIA bade me tell,
She bore her fate high-mindedly and well,
Resolved from common eyes her grief to hide,
And from the world's compassion saved our pride;
But still her health gave way to secret wo,
And long she pined-for broken hearts die slow!
Her reason went, but came returning, like
The warning of her death-hour-soon to strike
And all for which she now, poor sufferer! sighs,
Is once to see THEODRIC ere she dies.
Why should I come to tell you this caprice?
Forgive me! for my mind has lost its peace.

I blame myself, and ne'er shall cease to blame,
That my insane ambition for the name

Of brother to THEODRIC, founded all

;

Those high-built hopes that crush'd her by their fall.
I made her slight her mother's counsel sage,
But now my parents droop with grief and age;
And, though my sister's eyes mean no rebuke,
They overwhelm me with their dying look.
The journey's long, but you are full of ruth;
And she who shares your heart, and knows its truth,
Has faith in your fection, far above