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Rappelez leur. que laquilén’tertible ”' 
De nos Jauriers détruit vingt' moissons ; 
Et, bonne vieille, aw coin-d’un feu paisible, 
De votre-ami répétez les chansons,: 
Objet chéri, quand mon renom futile 
De vos viewx ans cliarmera les douleurs, 
A mon portrait quand votre main debile 
Chaque printemps suspendra quelques 
fleurs ; 
Levez les yeux vers ce monde invisible— 
OW pour toujours nous nous réunissons, 
Et, bonne vieilleyau coin d’un feu paisible, 
De votre ami répétez les chansons. 
: Translation. 
Old must you grow, my own fair mistress, 
Old must you grow, and I shall sing no 
more ; 
Time seems to double in its quickness 
The few last years I number to a score. 
Ere Jong in age, and butmy memory’s bride, 
True to this theme, as in our love’s 
blithe spring; 
Then, good dame, by your clean hearth’s 
quiet side, 
Sing o’er thesongs your lover lov'd tosing. 
And when beneath each trait then hoary, 
Quick eyes shall seek for charms that 
beam no more ; 
And young maids, eager of fond story, 
Shall.ask what vivid power your sighs 
deplore? f 
Tell them, if words such love’s glow can 
describe, 
Its joy, its madness, e’en its jealous sting; 
And, good dame, by your clean hearth’s 
quiet side, ’ 
Sing o’er the songs your lover lov’d to sing. 
Thien will they murmur, love is often blind, 
While you confess you blush’d to love 
him never; 
Or truant whisper, he could be unkind, 
While generous vowye he was tender ever. 
Tender he was—your still devoted pride,— 
And happy woke his lyre’s e’er tender 
string ; 
Then, good dame, by your clean hearth’'s 
quiet side, 
Sing o’er the songs your lover lov’d to sing, 
You have I taught to weep o’er shame yet 
gory, 
Teach then the next brave issue of our 
race ; 
My song was hope, and stil! my theme 
was glory, © 
When the land’s sorrow needed comfort’s 
grace. 
Tell, too, of twenty laurell’d years of pride, 
Lost, when that north wind doom’d 
our hills to ring; 
And, good dame, by your clean hearth’s 
quiet side, 
, . Sing o’er the songs your lover lov’d to sing. 
And, cherish’d soul, be mine aught partial 
fame, — Y 
To cheer of pain that droopiiig fall of 
years, 
News from Parnassus, No. XXVII. 
[Oct. Vy 
Tho’ wan the hand, ‘hang o’er. my pictur’d 
frame Tape tpt 
- Each spring, a flower made faitliful by 
thy tears. i, ) 
Then to yon hidden -heaven those faint 
eyes guide, 
Where, bless’d together, 
cling, : 
And, good dame, by ycur clean’ hearth’s 
quiet side, 
Sing o’er thesongs your lover lov’d tosing. 
De Berenger’s clerkship happened 
to be in a government office. ‘That 
any little gentleman in such a situa- 
tion should rhyme points against the 
ministry, and in favout of the opposi+ 
tion, and retain his seat at the desk, 
Was not to be expected. The oppor- 
tunity was soon taken to inform the 
bard that his songs were not at all in 
tane for ears of feeling in a certain 
quarter. The author of course was 
sorry ; but his were mere trifles, to help 
to get overadull hour with. Notwith- 
standing, they were disliked ; and the 
broad hint followed, that Monsieur | 
De Berenger must either divorce’ his 
muse, or lose his place; or at least 
change nis tune, 2. e. change sides. 
Unfortunately, the songster could not 
be brought to think he could put. his 
lively odes into the other key. ** They 
are but trifles,” he repeated, “and I 
submit that I now rhyme only once a- 
month or so from habit; but, if you 
turn me out on the world, faute de 
necessité, I shall rhyme. every day.” 
Trifles though in truth they were, stil 
out went the poet, and kept his word, 
—sang every day, and by popularity 
soon made the trifles serious,, The 
songs were collected together in print, 
applauded, prosecuted,and proscribed. 
The bard, who generously iost.a place 
for his muse at first,—it is» pleasant 
here to observe, passingly, that Lafitte, 
the liberal banker, immediately offered 
De Berenger a larger salary at one of 
his desks than he had been dismissed 
from, though the favour was not ac- 
cepted, next lost money and his 
liberty for her: a punishment, how- 
ever, which the sympathy, of; his coun- 
trymen, the feelings of classical Eu- 
rope, and what else enliglitened re- 
mains, on our globe, has converted 
into a-distinction; for he has. shared 
that seclusion with. almost every man 
whose name is eminent on the living 
page of Frenchiiterature. So much 
for the government which was restored 
wiih a yow of freedom in its’ mouth, 
and the-monarehy still talkative of its 
liberality. ' 
The 
we shall ever 
