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to be unable to proceed. The emperor took his companion's horse, which, though as weary as the other, was still able to travel ; but he dared not trust himself without Leontine, who alone knew the defiles of the mountains; hence he possessed no alternative but to restrain his impatience and pursue his course at such a pace as enabled the cornet to keep with him.

They had proceeded in this way not only all day, but far into the night, when, seeing a light glimmer at a distance, they were induced by hunger and exhaustion to advance toward it, and even at some bazard recruit their strength with food and rest. As they approached, they discovered that the light proceeded from a cluster of buildings, which Leontine soon recognised as a hamlet connected with a gang of miners who worked in the vicinity. Relieved from the apprehension that they had possibly stumbled upon the watch-fires of some military station, the wanderers boldly entered one of the buildings that seemed best adapted to supply their wants. It was full of men, whose muscular but lank bodies, and smutched faces, glowing with the heat of a large smelting furnace that was flaming in the centre of the building, gave but little indication of a benevolent reception. They advanced, however, and stating to the workmen that they had lost the path which they were travelling, requested shelter till the morning, and some food for themselves and horse.

Contrary to all the prejudices of rank, which estimate literature as the only monitor of conduct, the travellers soon found that the inmates were not insensible to the dictates of humanity. They were supplied with as much as they desired of the rude provisions of the establishment, and were permitted to lie down on straw, which for their comfort and special accommodation was strewn upon a mass of charcoal, as a defence from the wet ground. They soon were asleep, despite of peril, fatigue, excitement, and the various foes to peaceful slumber; but they slept not long, being awakened by the clamor of horsemen, who had entered the hamlet in pursuit of the fugitives. They heard themselves described and inquired for. Detection seemed inevitable, but they instinctively glided from their pallet, and once more sought the forest, leaving their horse in the possession of the miners.

Silently as they had retreated, their movements were not unobserved. The foreman of the works had once been a corporal in the army of the emperor, and be no sooner heard the inquiries of the pursuers than he recognised in the servant of Leontine his imperial master. He cautiously followed the retreating pair, and making known his good intentions, led the wanderers down several steep descents into the recesses of the mine, which furnished copper ore for the smelting operations of the hamlet. The emperor was surprised to find here the appearance of a populous village, with streets narrow and low, but extending far beneath the forest, whose pines and other evergreens towered aloft, unaffected by the chasms that ramified beneath in all directions. The miners enjoy in these recesses the domestic comforts of separate habitations, where those who are married rear families that grow to maturity, and possess but little acquaintance with the external world, of which they seem a disconnected link rather than an integral part.

Relieved by the assurance of his guide from the apprehension of present capture, and relying for any new emergency on the sagacity and fidelity the guide had evinced, the emperor began to examine more minutely the persons and things around him; for in these regions of perpetual night a portion of the inhabitants are always at work. He found that even here, where privations seem extended to the verge of human sufferance, men laugh, sing, dance, gambol, and exhibit all, other demonstrations of contentment and happiness that are found in more propitious situations. They possess privileges that they prize, and restraints which they resist. Every man among them cherishes some ambition and encounters some rivalry. Here were reputations to be gained and characters to be lost. Like a circle, which, how small soever, includes all the curves and proportions of the largest spheres, so this miniature society appeared to possess in kind all the motives, passions, enjoyments and sorrows that pertain to the largest communities. It possessed even its unfortunates. They consisted of a gloomy and discontented group, whom a superintendant was endeavoring to lash into good humor. They constituted, he said, a gang of agricultural slaves, who, for some reasons unknown, were a few months since taken from a plantation, and condemned to the imperial mines of Boresko, from which they had recently been captured and transported to their present position. The emperor heard the explanation with self-reproach ; for in the poor quivering wretches before him he recognized the merry slaves whom, for the sake of his experiment, he had forced from the plantation where they had been reared, and sent to the mines. His regret was somewhat mitigated by the reflection that their misery demonstrated the truth of his theory; for their unhappiness was not shared by the slaves who had always been miners. An artificial want was the cause of their misery, not any original dispensation of Providence. Indeed, his majesty could not forbear explaining privately to Leontine the whole transaction, and mingling evidences of self-complacency as a philosopher with his regrets as a prince at the misfortune of these his subjects, and as a man at the unmerited suffer. ings of his victims.



Oh, the beautiful, beautiful Vale of Cashmere,
Where the roses of summer bloom bright all the year ;
Where the tulip and cactus have many-hued flowers,
And the snow-drop and lily are sweeter than ours;
Where the green of the leaf and the gush of the stream
Give softness to sunlight and temper its beam!
To what out of Eden can Sadi compare
Those exquisite scenes that enrapture him there?
That diamond, that emerald, that opal, that meet
In a triple tiara outstretched at his feet?
Oh, to nothing of earth could he make thee appear,
Thou star of the morning, thou lovely Cashmere!



Soxz explanatory observations on this poem, and on the WALTER MAPES' poems generally, will appear in our next. At present it need only be remarked that the inequality of style in our transla. tion is intentional, to correspond with the original, which alternates from ornate description to col. loquial and even vulgar language.

ANNI parte florida, coelo puriore,
Picto terra gremio vario colore,
Dum fugaret sidera nuntius Aurora,
Somnus liquit oculos PHILLIDIS et FLORE,' etc.

In the blooming season when Purest æther's space is,
When the floweret-painted earth Wears her richest graces,
Ere the star that heralds Morn Other stars off-chases,
Phillis wakes, and FLORA too Starts from Sleep's embraces.

Then desire to go and walk Strongly did o'ertake them,
Since their hearts' anxieties Sooner did awake them,
Therefore they with equal steps To the turf betake them,
That the place wherein they walk May more pleasure make them.

As the virgins pass along Both like queens are going;
FLORA's hair is plaited neat, PHILLIS hair is flowing;
Not like maids, but goddesses, In their beauty showing,
Even as the morning light Are their faces glowing.

Noble race and noble face, Noble their apparel;
Young in years and young in heart, Mated sure they are well :
In their likeness still unlike, Friendly, yet in quarrel ;
One a scholar loveth best, One a man of war well.

In their figure, in their face, Nought unlike about them,
Every thing within alike, Every thing without them;
Usages and character, All the same throughout them,
Different only in their loves, There you may not doubt them.

Softly came the welcome breeze Round about them blowing,
Very pleasant was the place With green grasses growing,
Down along the grassy slope Was a streamlet flowing,
With a sprightly murmuring Garrulously going.

That the girls by solar heat Might not be offended,
O'er their heads an ample pine Near the brook extended,
Stretching wide its branching arms Clad in foliage splendid,
Which from all external heat Those below defended.

On the grass the maidens rest ( 'T was a seat befitting),
Phillis by the little stream, Flora further sitting;
And while they repose themselves, Of their risk unwitting,
Love transfixes both their hearts, Each one slily hitting.

Love is lurking in their breasts, Where his hiding-place is;
Sighs he brings from out these hearts, Sighs, his certain traces;
Pale and paler grow their cheeks, Altered are their faces.
'Tis a flame dissembled well By their shame-faced graces.

Phillis in a secret sigh Flora deftly catches,
FLORA one detects in her which the first sigh matches.
Thus is shown their sympathy, Each the other watches,
Till the hidden mischief bursts Bars and bolts and latches.

Very various was their speech, Very far extending,
Yet in love and only love Somehow always ending,
In their hearts and faces too All things else transcending;
Till at length, a pleasant glance Off at FLORA sending,

'Noble soldier !' Phillis saith, ' Paris, my heart's treasure !
Where art thou now combatting? Or art now at leisure ?
0, the glorious warrior-life! Glorious beyond measure !
'T is the only life deserves Venus' choicest pleasure !

While she thus her soldier-friend Brings to recollection,
FLORA casts a sidelong glance Up from her dejection,
And exclaimeth bitterly, What a predilection!
You on a mere vagabond Set your fond affection!

* But my AristoTLE dear! What is he devising ?
Noblest of created things Sol beholds in rising !
Nature hath endowed him with Every gift surprising :
Happy is the scholar's life ! 'T is the sole worth prizing!

Phillis for her harsh attack Promptly doth reprove her,

And returns it with a speech Very sure to move her : • Here's a maid whose breast,' she says, “Must a pure heart cover, Who a lazy man like that Chooses for a lover!

• Rouse you, wretched girl! from this Sad infatuation !

He is EPICURUS' self, In my estimation :
Grace and style no scholar hath Dwelling in the nation ;
His are sloth and corpulence, Foul abomination !

• Far from him to seek at all Valor's reputation ;
Sleep and food are his desire, And a free potation.
Noble lover! while the truth Needs no confirmation,
That the soldier's life throughout Doth that vulgar way shun.

Happy in his frugal fare, Still with love o'erteeming,
Not intent on meat and drink, Or on slumber seeming,
Love prevents his slumbering, Or inspires his dreaming ;
Love, the soldier's meat and drink, End of all his scheming.

“Those whom nature formed alike, Birds of the same feather,
Should they not be properly Joined in the same tether?
Your man feasts the whole day long, Mine will sport all weather ;
Mine loves giving, taking yours ; Well we go together!'

In her face the rising blush FLORA's shame exposes ;
Fairer looked she for the smile Beaming through her roses.
Pausing long, in fluent speech She at last discloses
All that in her fertile mind Hitherto reposes,

Free enough you are,' she says, ' PhilLis, in replying;
Quick of speech and sharp of speech: That there's no denying!
But you have not hit the truth, Not for all your trying;
White with black, you next will say, Is in beauty vying.

• You have said my scholar-love Much himself doth care for ;

Food and drink and sleep, you urge, He does aye prepare for :
So say always jealous folks Of good fellows; therefore
Wait a while ; I'll answer you all the why and wherefore.

'I avow my lover hath many Many fair possessings;
Wine and honey, gold and gems, Various other blessings;
He that hath such goodly store By your own confessings,
Need not envy other men, Moved to no transgressings.

• Cherished by this scholar-life, By regaling,

Joy which mortal tongue to tell Must be unavailing;
Love as 't were on double wing Constantly is sailing,
Love that grows eternally Without end or failing.

"Yet, though feeling Cupid's darts, Ay, and passion's surges,
Lean the scholar looketh not, No, nor sour as verjuice;
Pain of joy he maketh not; Joy with joy converges;
For he knoweth his own mind, E'en when passion urges. .

'He you love is pale and lean, Poor enough we know him ;
Scarce a cloak to cover him, Scarce a bed below him ;
Feeble limbs and narrow chest For a poor man show him.
How should it be otherwise ? Want must overthrow him.

• Poverty in one you love Must annoy you sadly!
What, pray, can your soldier give, Though you want it badly?
But the scholar gives you much ; Yes, and gives it gladly;
Having so much revenue, He makes presents madly.'

Phillis answers FLORA thus : 'You are great at showing
All the life and love of each, And their way of going;
Fair and specious words, but false, From your lips are flowing;
But you shall not thus get off, Though so very knowing !

i On the morn of holyday, In the sun delightful,

Then the scholar's whole turn-out Looks both sad and frightful;
Sable dress and shaven face And a countenance spiteful,
As if mournmg purposely, And of sorrow quite full.

* None are so by folly swayed, None so by injustice,
But the soldier's splendor then To them manifest is;
Your man, like some animal, All with sleep opprest is,
Mine is on his gallant steed, And his spear in rest is,

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