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They melt, they vanish, from my view. 

 The unsubstantial vision's fled, 



The shades of those his pencil drew. 



Peace to the manes of ih' immortal dead. 



Little Har.rpton; E, Walguave. 



Avg. 21. 



INO, A MONODRAMA. 

 FROM THE GiUMAN OK C. W. RAAfLER. 

 XTIie Sceitr reprrti^nts 't precipitous PrOinontort/^ 



nearlii surroiiihJ''d hii Sen; nnd Ino enters uiih 



the chilli y.ctirertef. in hci- nrms ] 



WHITHER, ah whither, can I fly? I 

 faint. 

 Beyond this utmost verge ot rock :s death. 

 My furious iiu bdiid still pursues. Nor dee, 

 Uor moor, nor cavern, lends a h;ding-place ; 

 No arm of mercy opens to protect nie, 

 Kor ought 1 to implore it. — O Saturnia, 

 Kow, now, I know thee ruthless. Can thy 



vengeance 

 Be sated but with life, because I've dared 

 To nourish one of more than mortal offspring? 

 By Jove's own lightning Semele was : truck 

 To glut thy anger ; must the -i-ter too 

 Atone an equal guilt with equal laie ? 

 And will thy pi:y never, never, spare 

 Her who presuii cs to rear a chilJ ot gods? 

 Thou caii-i lulhl, O queen, thy cruel doom. 

 Of ye, who d«ell Olympus, is iheie none 

 To hear the moihcr'a pra)cr, (hr in aiit's cry ; 

 O shield ai least my uch-lov'J Mchcertes- 

 Thus far o er flinty paths on bleejing teet. 

 Tottering, I've brought my child , thus far I've 



fled 

 With the dear burden safely, but in vain : 

 No further way is lelt us. l-ike a roe, 

 Which cruel ilogs from ciitFio cliff pursue, 

 Has CaUmus' daughter climb'd thro' briar 



and iliorn. 

 Who lately in her royal palace trod 

 The marble siaus. Upon its threshold now 

 Reek one son's brains, byAthamas, his father. 



Beat out. i he husband in his wrath so 



punish'd 

 A guilty wife;— and !ol he follows me. 

 With those same hands still bloody, to require 

 This other victim — now my only child. 

 Earth, open, swallow xne. He speeds, he 



sees me ; 

 I hear his step— his bitter curses yell. 

 His eye scowls wrath— he's here— his lifted 



hand 

 Grasps at my fluttering hair. Thou sea, re- 

 ceive. 

 Receive for ever in thy dark nbyss 

 The unguilty Melicertes. End tor ever 

 The hopeless woe of Ino's tortur'd soul. 



IShe drops the child into the sea, and Jiinifs herseJf 



after it.] 



[/n« tmiigts.'] 



Where am I ? heaven, I still can breathe thy 



air; 

 On the cool wave I float with strength re- 



new'd. 

 Where is my son ? I lost him as 1 fell. 

 The yielding ^urge cios'd over him beiore me. 

 Protecting de ty, v>.h e'er thou art. 

 That brlng'^t me hither, give him also back : 

 What to the mother will thy boon avail. 

 If ihou preserve her lile without her son ? 



Original Poetry. [Dec. 1 , 



Ye gods ! I see, I see him once again — 

 The choir of sea-nymphs, smiling, lift him, 



kiss him ; 

 They bring him to his happy mother's arms ; 

 A child no more, he rides, Ike me, the wave. 

 Thanks for this ^econd better lite, ye gods. 

 Welcome, my sou — je nymphs ot Mercy, 



thanks. 

 Why do ye crown with coral wreaths my brow. 

 Why bind these pearls among my streaming 



hair. 

 Daughters of Doris ? ye deserve my love. 

 See the blue gods crown him with sea-weed 



And drag us gently to their floating dances. 

 While from their glistening shells the Tritons 



sound 

 New meloJies . with sweet aerial voice 

 Sleek Panope and all her sisters sing. 



Nympii. — Welcome, Leucothea, now agod- 

 dess too. 



Tr tons. Welcome, Palamon, now a god 

 like us. 



Ino.— Do ye mean me, ye Nereids, do ye take 

 Me lor your sister? Yes, 1 teel ye do : 

 My son the gods have welcom'd to their band, 

 O kind preservers, while this bosom heaves. 

 Our thanks shall live perpetual. 



What a-cends ? 

 Is this the monarch o; the watery world. 

 The golden trideni glittering in his hand. 

 Who, Seated in a p.-.irlv chariot, drawn 

 By snorting morses, glides aiung the wave. 

 SeciMid among the gods, to thee i bow J 

 Almighty ruier oi tins element, 

 Neptune, our lather ; lor to thee we owe 

 Our ^ccunti be:ng, our immortallife. 

 Our preservation here : kind saver, hail ! 

 That thus thyself has deign'd to greet our 



entrance 

 Into thy everlasting realm, ray song 

 Loudly shall teach the cliflh>, the shores, iha 



.skies, 

 At morn, at eve, to echo forth thy praise. 



Ye ever rolling seas. 



The cradle oi the breeze. 

 Where'er your spangled billows siiine ; 



O watt the praise abroad ' 



O. him the giaciou god, 

 Who joins Leucoihea to his choir divine. 



Deep in the ocean caves. 



Beneath the darkest waves. 

 Be sunk the memory oi her mortal woesj 



Ambrosial feasi-> ot joy 



Shall every pang a coy. 

 And lull her troubled Soul to sweet repose. 



RECIPE FOR MAKING a WOMAN. 



A FLIT of Spirit ; gleam of Love ; 

 \ spot ot polar White ; 

 A tintot Beauty stain'd above; 



.-\ ray of Slimmer light. 

 A still siT.all accent whispers o'er, 



And Music aids the birth ; 

 A soul ot Glory beams betore. 

 And Woman walks the ea;^lh. 



iV allude. J. W, 



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