" 1822.] 
When death intrudes on earthly bliss! O come 
Thou nurse of pity, Love! and draw thy veil 
Around the peace-invading sight! O come, 
Thon soft-eyed sister of Despair, aud teach 
How soon 4 rose-tree in its buds is broken! 
Islington, 
— 
- EPIGRAMMA. 
Riccno, Inglese, vostra vita 
E appunto un festino 
Dolce cosa, ma vicino 
A quel pranzare e il dormir. 
—— 
INCUBUS BOTANICUS; 
OR, THE NIGHT-MARE OF LINNJBUS. 
Translated from the Swedish, 
By Ph. C. DESSAOULS. 
I dreamt that I died, but that after my death 
I still was percipient clay! 
The Earth was my body, the Air was my breath, 
And my blood flow’d in rivers away. 
Then Flora, whe trampled me under her feet, 
In gay colours danc’d over the ground ; 
And what’s more, my olfactory senses to greet, 
Shed the balm ef sweet odours around! 
And she call’d the gay Nymplis that attend in her 
train, 
In'colours so variously drest, 
And, doffing the white shroud wherein I was Jain, 
They dane’d a quadrille on my breast! 
And they took it in turn to figure away, 
As their shewing-off season came round; 
_ While lady Arundo soft music did play, 
And Diana beat time on the ground! 
_ But Diana was taller than all the rest, 
And her weight 1 with agony bore; 
When she stamp’d, the blood flow’d up in my chest, 
As the tide rises up on the shore ; 
But my heart was of rock in a mountain dell, 
Whence torrents of liquid did flow ; 
And the sarees as they dane’d, and sipp’d at the 
well, 
More blooming and fresher did grow. 
Galanthis the fair, in a robe of white, 
More modest than colourless snow, 
Was the first who footed, left hand and right, 
On the frolie fantastical toe: - 
Daffodilla, the next, was a gaudy Miss, 
With a yellow vest and a green gown; 
She stoop’ and she gave me a jealousy kiss, 
And nodded her head with a frown! 
Por she view’d her fair rival step up by her side, 
_ Seyla, gracefully vested in blue, 
Vibpuptoucissos would surely have pick’d for his 
ride, 
When bath’d in the morning dew; 
But she gave place, in the waving round, 
To a Nymph of great power to lure, 
Ampreitis, whom all the fresh vallies resound 
With her fringes of crimson pure ! 
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Then Tulipa, gaudy coguette, kept rule, 
‘Who sets such a price on her features, 
And dresses for ew’ry holiday fool, 
Who capriciously pays for such creatures. 
Chaste Viola next, so sweetly perfum’d, 
Stole lightly my bosom along; 
And was follow’d by Rosa, who blushing assum’d 
Pre-eminence over the throng! 
Now, ail on a sudden, in a painted searf, 
Came Iris, so gaudy and smart, 
Introducing a fierce-looking, fiery maid, 
Who piere’d my heart with a dart,— © 
Twas the goddess Eleetra,* with auburn hair, 
To whom attic dwellings are giv’n; 
Who, follow’d by thund’ring Bailiffs there, 
Leap’d out of the window of Heav’n! 
The concussion was sharp, and great was the smart, 
And then to my great surprise, 
I first dreamt I was dreaming, and then with a stat 
I awoke, and I rubb’d my eyes. 
1 had dog’d, dear Selina, with thee on my breast, 
Tu one of the Paphian bowers, 
And thy fragrant breath, as we both caress’d, 
Had Set me a dreaming on flowers! 
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EPITHALAMIUM; 
POR DOCTER T. FORSTER. 
Tn Imitation of Catullus’s “Epithalamium of 
Peteus and Thetis,” 
SALVE, grado Himeno, 
Ya Hespexo en el ciclo 
Enciende, fiel consuelo, 
La vela del Amor, 
Llega, alla, Selina 
A su caro marido, 
Roxeante en el vestido 
De carin oso ardor. 
Como eu las florestas, 
Temprana y dichosa 
Es Ja sagrada rosa 
Pimtada por Amor. 
© Musas de Helicone, 
Euterpe y Clio amada, 
Con yuestra voz sagrada 
Centais cn su honor. 
Las Dias de verano, - 
Maia, y pintada Flora, 
Pingan la terra ahora 
Con vario color. 
Feliz feliz marido, 
A te echa sus brazos, 
En amorosos lazos, 
Objeto del amor, 
«x The Electricity or Lightning, 
NOVELTIES OF FOREIGN LITERATURE. 
— 
T is gratifying to observe the lite- 
rary spirit of aly still asserting its 
claims to distinetion,. in spite of the 
withering influence of a foreign despot- 
ism, more illiberal and arbitrary than 
any known among the ancients, ex- 
tending its unhallowed authority over 
ihe press, and into the recesses of 
learning and the arts. From such 
works, however, as have been suffered 
to appear, very conyincing proofs may 
be collected of that unsubdued charac- 
ter of literary and philosophical re- 
search, and the existence of that stifled 
love of liberty, which, “working to- 
gether for good,” will, we doubt not, 
ere long accomplish the emancipation 
of the finest country in the world. In 
addition to many original productions 
of very superior merit, which haye fre- 
quently come under our notice, we 
have the pleasure to meet with an ex- 
cellent translation of the works of our 
immortal bard, rendered in a tone of 
freedom and of power, caleulated to 
give the Italians a noble opinion of the 
surpassing geniusand worth of Shake- 
speare. It is from the hand of Signor 
Michele 
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