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suppressed, and areynot now. easily to 
be had. Yet his muse has’ not’ been 
idle; indeéd she is too’ vivaeious, too 
truly French in‘ character, for any 
such honourable repose; and’ many a 
verse of his has since been encored in 
the fashionable saloons of Paris, and, 
by an applauded circulation, confirm. 
ed the lady’s previous fame. Wit, 
however, is one of her vanities, and 
she has remembered not to halloo be- 
fore out of the wood. If the first pub- 
lication enabled his tasteless enemies 
to make the author an inhabitant of 
St. Pelagie, it is very probable his 
later lucubrations would obtain a 
repetition of the hospitable favour. 
From among others we have heard, 
we copy one ode, which, in our opi- 
nion, sufficiently evinces that the free 
spirit of De Berenger’s muse, if not 
incorrigible, is as yet at least untamed; 
her flight is still as high as ever. The 
words are adapted to the popular 
waltz, “C'est lamour, lamour,” (Tis 
love, ’tis love.) 
Chers enfants, dansez, dansez, 
Votre age 
Echappe a l’orage ; 
Par l’espoir gaiement bercés 
Dansez, chantez, et dansez. 
A Yombre des vastes charmilles 
Fuyant l’écule et les legons, 
Pefits garcons, petites filles, 
“Vous voulez dancer aux chansons. 
En vain ce pauvre monde 
Craint de nouveaux malheurs, 
En vain la foudre zronde, 
- Couronnez vous de fleurs. 
Veclair silonne le nuage 
Mais il n’a pas trappé vos yeux; 
L’oiseau se tait dans la feuillage, 
Rien n’interrompt vos chants joyeux. 
J’en crois votre alléyresse, 
‘Oui bientét dun ciel par 
Vos yeux brillant divresse 
Reflechiront l’azir, 
Vos péres ont en bien des peines 
- Comme eux ne soyez point trahis ; 
D'vne main ils brisaient leurs chaines, 
De lautre ils vengeaient leur pays. 
De leur char de Victoire 
_ Tombés sans deshonneur, 
Is vous léguent la gloirre— 
Ce fat tout Jeur bonheur. 
Au bruit des lugubres fanfares, 
_ Hélas!.vos yeux se sont ouverts ; 
Cétait le claivon des barbares 
Qui vous annongait nos revers. .. 
Dans le fracas des armes, 
Sons nos toits en débris,— 
Vous méliez a nos larmes 
| Votre premier souris. 
News from Parnassus, No. X XVII. 
[Oct. 1; 
Vons triompherez des tempétes, 
. Ow notre courage expira, 
C’est en éclatant sur nos tétes 
Que la foudre vons eclaira. 
Si le Dieu qui yons aime, 
Crut devoir nouns punir, 
Pour vous sa main reséme, 
Les champs de l’avenir. 
ie 
Enfans, l’orage qui redouble 
Du sort presage le courroux ; 
Le sort ne vous canse aucune trouble, 
Mais a mon age on craint ses coups. 
Sil faut que je succombe, 
En chantant nos revers; 
Déposez sur ma tombe 
Des couronnes de fleurs. 
Chers enfants, dansez, dansez, 
Votre age 
Echappe a l’orage ; 
Par l’espoir gaiement bercés 
Dansez, chantez, dansez. 
Translation, 
Hail! dearest infants, dance, still dance, 
Your happy years 
No tempest fears 5 
Yet fondly nurs’d in hope’s gay trance, 
Dance on, and still sing, and still dance. 
To the shade of the old broad tree, 
Escap’d from dull task and all care, 
Wild boy, and light girl, mstant fice, 
Winding after the blithesome. air. 
In vain our poor world dreads 
Its fate of dangerous hours; 
In vain Heaven’s darkness spreads,— 
Ye twine your wreatlis of flowers. 
Yon wild lights quiver o’er the cloud, 
But they ‘strike not the joy-lit eyes, 
Each silent bird where thick leaves shroud, 
And carth and heaven the sport defies. 
Unmeet that ye should moun! , 
Heaven soon shall beam all bright, 
While on in transport borne 
‘Those eyes shall catch new light, 
Your sires have long had many pains,— 
Like them ne’er may ye be betray’d! © 
Their one hand dash’d their chains, 
Our country’s weal their other staid. 
From the car of Victory ; 
They have fallen without shame ; 
All they leave ye—Glory 
Their joy, their wealth but fame, 
The clang of sorrowful alarms 
Broke first to fix your free eye-ball; 
While the rude tramp of barb’rous arms 
Proclaim’d, alas! the patriot fall. \ 
In that strife, and with fears,— 
Without home, and thro’ gnile,— 
It broke on our big tears 
The light of your first simile. 
Yet o’er thestorm triumphant led, ‘ 
That our best bravery overthrew; 
The flash 'that levels this low head, 1 
Shall brighten high the steep for you. 
ui oe) And 
