m The Lyre. 



last unite under the same standard in order to regain their national 

 independence, their liberty, and their former grandeur. 



But what will the Italians do if they succeed in shaking off their 

 present yoke? will probably ask our readers. What sort of national 

 government will they adopt? We answer that we have reasons to 

 believe, that as it appears almost impossible that they can find 

 amongst their present rulers a man possessing those qualities which 

 could render him worthy and capable of becoming a constitutional 

 monarch of a nation of twenty-two millions of souls, the Italians are 

 agreed upon following the glorious example of North America, which 

 is at present the most prosperous country of the known world, and 

 in forming an Italian confederation, whose congress should unite for 

 the despatch of business at Rome, that Turin, Cagliari, Milan, 

 Venice, Genoa, Florence, Rome, Naples, Monteleone, and Palermo, 

 would be the chief towns of the United Italian States, and that the 

 same wholesome fundamental principles, which have worked won- 

 ders amongst the North Americans, should be strictly adopted by the 

 Italian nation. Civil and religious liberty, general civilization and 

 prosperity, would be forwarded from the highest to the lowest of 

 the inhabitants by promoting instruction, industry, and commerce ; 

 and certainly Italy is the country, which in a few years can become 

 again as great and as powerful as it was two thousand years ago ; 

 its geographical position and its extraordinary internal resources could 

 be most useful to the commerce and welfare of many nations. 



THE LYRE. 



THE balm for my sorrow, 



The sigh for my grief; 

 On each coming morrow 



It brings me relief. 



The voice that can soothe me, 



The friend that I prove, 

 The spell that detains me, 



The charmer I love! 



When reft of all pleasure 



That wealth can bestow, 

 I yet have a treasure, 



The sweetest I know. 



Its music shall woo me, 



Its tenderness move 

 Regret and care from me 



The Lyre of my love! 



E. L. E. 



