TO CHARLOTTE. 39 



CIS the foregoing did not enter into Mr. Fox's conception^ of the 

 limits of legitimate history, as he would have treated them with 

 the hand of a master. His not deeming the usefulness of history 

 to consist principally in unfolding the causes and results of 

 political changes, renders this article, in my opinion, an ad- 

 ditional acquisition to "The Analyst." 



I am. Sir, 



Yours, &c. 



HISTORICUS. 

 Great Malvern, Jan. 22, 1835. 



TO CHARLOTTE. 



" Around her shone 

 The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone 5 

 The light of love, the purity of grace, 

 The mind, the music breathing from her face ; 

 The heart whose softness harmonised the whole— 

 And oh ! that eye was in itself a soul !" 



Byron, 



** Years have not seen, time shall not see 

 The hour that tears my heart from thee." 



Ibid. 



I'd wait for thee — aye, fondly, wait for thee 



Till vanished expectation's latest ray, 

 And, one by one, sweet hopes, all silently, 



Like roses with'ring, droop'd and died away, 



I*d wait till joy was lost in sable gloom, 



Till dreams — ev'n dreams had perish'd into air, 



Till all, but love, lay shrouded in that tomb 

 Whose seal is graven with one word — " Despair :" 



Yea ! till the summer verdure of my years 

 Had faded in life's " sere and yellow leaf," 



And waning smiles dissolv'd in bitter tears- 

 Prophetic messengers of cureless grief I 



And, thus, borne down with suff'ring, mute but deep, 



Heart-wrung and spirit-broken, to the grave 

 I'd wend, unplaining, never more to weep 



O'er shatter'd peace which naught alas ! could save ! 



Yet unto thee, when bending o'er my clay 



One tear of pity thou shouldst yield to me, 

 A pleading voice, in whispers low, should say, 



*' fVki/ tarry love % I watch and wait for thee /" 



EDWARD, 



D«c. 6th. 



