318 TO POLAND. — VENICE. 



greys, and his phaeton, now snatched at the ray of hope 

 afforded. "Then hasten, my good brother, and forward the 

 arrangements : resumed the ill-favoured. " I consign my fair 

 cousin to your care, and, I pray you, let not your connoisseur 

 eye neglect to do homage to every glimpse of the picturesque 

 you may meet with." "Your injunction shall be obeyed," 

 replied the Captain, " but will you not allow me to conduct you 

 to the Abbey ?" " No, no, we will trace our way back alone : 

 these wilds are not yet so mazy as to need an Ariadne's clue. 

 Adieu! you will find us in the saloon." The ladies linked 

 arms, and, slowly, proceeded towards the mansion, while Henry 

 gazing after them for a moment, sighed, tenderly, as he 

 beheld the sylph-like figure of Lady Eleanor retreating from 

 his view; Mrs. Atherstone suddenly turned round, and behold- 

 ing him motionless as a rock, upon the spot where she had 

 left him, shook her hand, threateningly, and stamping her foot 

 sportively, seemed to command his fulfilment of her desire. 

 Henry blushed slightly, laughed, and, with a bow, retired pre- 

 cipitately to order his horses. 



(To he continued.) 



TO POLAND. 



No Patriot-spirit weeps for thee, proud land, 

 Fallen yet not dishonoured. Thy long night 

 Of blood and bondage, Freedom's morning light 

 Shall soon dispel ; and thou, more fair and grand, 

 Rise from the transient wreck : when, with fierce hand, 

 Almighty vengeance wakes, at length, to smite 

 Th' imperial Ruffian ; and, in wild affright, 

 Scatter his legions. Oh, ye glorious band 

 Of martyrs, doomed to slaughter, chains, exile. 

 For you, I weep not ; but for those whose crime 

 Of foul desertion, shall, in every clime, 

 Which Fieedom hallows, to remotest time 

 Provoke the Patriot's curse,— the Traitor's smile. 

 Shame on my country, — shame on craven Gaul : 

 Thine is the glory, Poland; theirs the fall ! 

 October, 1831. F. F, 



According to a statement in the ** Memorie recondite dall' anno 1601, 

 sine al 1640, di Vittorio Siri" (1677), Venice could load at any moment 

 two-and-thirty galleys with money. When the republic concluded peace 

 in the year 1573 with the Turks, she had a debt of 14 millions of 

 ducats, which were liquidated in 1602. Seven millions of ducats were 

 kept in reserve in the palace of St. Mark for immediate use in case of 

 need, whilst at the same period the Procurator Benbo had this edifice 

 surrounded with a golden chain, which could with difficulty be carried 

 by fifty men. Yet at the present moment so poor are the nobility, that 

 they must be prohibited laying bare the roofs of their houses by stripping 

 them of the lead. Quantum mutatus ah illo. 



