Rejoice not, if this earth display RHODES. "UPON his departure we weighed anchor, and saw the shores of Rhodes fade from our sight, under the youngest crescent of the new moon. Mr. Newton comes with us as far as the island of Calimno, whither I believe he is bound rather more on antiquarian than on strictly consular business. It is a happy circumstance that our public servants should be able to employ any leisure from their official duties in pursuits which are likely not to be without direct benefit to the national stock of knowledge and taste. I trust I do not leave this fair island and hospitable roof-tree, without fervent gratitude for all the mercies received there, of many of which my good friend has been empowered to be so active an instrument. "In a lighter strain, I may remark that it would have appeared somewhat ungrateful in this island to have given me a grave; in proof of which I append two paraphrases that I made very many years ago, of the beautiful legend of the birth of Rhodes in Pindar, Ol. 7."-Diary of Travel in Turkish and Greek Waters. "CUM fati imperio, primâ sub origine mundi, Eligerent propriam Dîque Deæque larem, Tum Venus est sortita Paphon, tum celsa Cythera ; Tum juga Cecropii casta Minerva soli ; At Phœbo, rutili dextrâ dum fræna diei Tenderet, haud Phobo contigit ulla domus ; Ille autem, liquidi mersam sub marmore ponti Vidit adhuc parvam delituisse Rhodon, Jamdudum e pelago crescentem, aurasque petentem Vidit, et in cano prata virere salo; Hanc, Pater, hanc concede domum, tuque insula,' clamat, 'Ocyùs e vitreis exoriare vadis, Exoriare, potens armis, atque ubere felix, Magna parens ovium, magna futura virûm ; Do tibi, tranquillo facilem parere colono, Do tibi, nativis imperitare fretis."" "WHEN at Creation's radiant dawn uncurled, A brighter, greener bower than all the rest. Rise, clothed with harvest, vintage, lawn, and wood ; MY JESSAMINE TREE. My slight and slender Jessamine tree, Thy light festoons more freshly smell, My wild and winsome Jessamine tree, Like silver spray drops down to fall: My free and feathery Jessamine tree, Yon dungeon grated to its key, And the chained captive sigh'd for death: On border fray, on feudal crime, I dream not, while I gaze on thee: The chieftains of that stern old time Could ne'er have lov'd a Jessamine tree. WHO HAS NOT FELT, 'NEATH AZURE SKIES. WHO has not felt, 'neath azure skies, At glowing noon, or golden even, A soft and mellow sadness rise, And tinge with Earth the hues of Heaven. That shadowy consciousness will steal In the most radiant landscape round, Oh! for the suns that never part, The fields with hues unfading dress'd; NIAGARA. THERE'S nothing great or bright, thou glorious Fall, Oh! may the wars that madden in thy deeps, There spend their rage, nor climb the encircling steeps, And till the conflict of thy surges cease, The nations on thy banks repose in peace. BLOW, GENTLE AIRS. 'Bright, soft day, along the Syrian coast. I must make this a rhymed entry." Diary in Turkish and Greek Waters. BLOW, gentle airs! but on your balmy wing I ask no flowery tribute of the spring, From Lebanon's peaks, from blue Gennesareth's shore, From Nazareth's slope, from high Capernaum's crest, PINUS INSIGNIS, PLANTED BY HER EXCELLENCY THE COUNTESS OF ST. GERMANS, IN THE VICEREGAL GARDENS, PHOENIX PARK, DUBLIN. JANUARY, 1855. [1856.] POOR tree, a gentle mistress plac'd thee here, "Syrus in Tiberim defluxit Orontes."-Juv. III. 62. |