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into an exclamation, half despair, half anger, " O Gods ! O Gods! O Gods ! 

 Callirrhoe my bride, my bride, Callirrhoe, Callirrhoe." These and such 

 like were the rnad and incoherent ejaculations of the undone Anticles he 

 could not believe that she was dead,and yet he knew that she was not alive. 

 The body of the deceased Callirrhoe presented the most pitiful and ghastly 

 sight that can be imagined, the melancholy ruins of a most stately and 

 beautiful edifice. Not a limb but told loudly of the havoc that had been 

 there, not a feature but showed the cruel though momentary ravages of the 

 disease. Anticles still however called her his bride, and interred her in her 

 bridal robe. 



Thus closes the tale of Greece, which we have undertaken to translate 

 from the Greek into the vernacular tongue for the instruction and enter- 

 tainment of our readers. We call it a tale, though it seems rather to have 

 been intended for the groundwork of a long and elaborate romance than 

 for a separate and complete tale ; but we preferred giving it in the form in 

 which we received it, to imitating the practice of Mr. M'Pherson, the editor 

 of Ossian, by making such additions and elongations of our own as to 

 render it difficult to separate the incrustation from the ore. A. A. 



THE FAIRY MORGANA S WEDDING. 



BY fair Palermo's bay 



Before the close of day, 

 I saw a band of cheerful peasants throng ; 



And sounds of dancing feet 



Mingled with music sweet, 

 While thus they joined in gay and joyous song. 



" Come to the golden shore, 



And labour ye no more, 

 Whom daily toil hath held in iron sway : 



The eve should set you free, 



And earth, and sky, and sea, 

 Shine out to hail our Fairy's bridal day. 



" Awake the glad guitar, 



And let the song afar 

 Float softly o'er the purple waves away, 



That so our lady dear, 



The melodies may hear, 

 That give her greeting on her bridal day. 



" See how the pageant grows, 



'Till all the ocean glows ! 

 How poor the pomps of earth compared with these ! 



Nor monarch's proudest dome 



May match the pillar'd home, 

 Reared for our Empress of the southern seas ! 



"There many a taper spire 



Points, as a dart of fire, 

 Upwards to heaven amid its long arcades ; 



And gilded galleys wait, 



Before its jewelled gate, 

 And fountains glitter in its garden shades. 

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