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Volume 3 (1858-1859) (592 pages)
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Page: of 592
THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. 565
Elbana and Alfred often talk of, and
sometimes think, of again visiting Montes
Valley; and as all of our noble little
party are as happy as they could wish ;
and as aunt Rebecca persists that the
family names are in a fair way to be perpetuated, we will leave them in the enjoyment of their good fortune, and with the
hope that the reader is similarly blessed,
will say—FarewEL.
THE CASTLE BY THE SEA.
Translated from the German of UBLAND.
BY PROFESSOR JOHN COCHRAN.
Hast thou e’er seen the castle,
The great one on the strand?
In fleeces rosy and golden,
The clouds above it stand.
It seems as if ’twere bending
Down to the crystal main,
And yet its towers are rending
The azure vault in twain.
Oh! I have seen the castle,
The great one by the sea,
The morn aloft in lustre soft,
And fogs upon the lea.
Tell me, did winds and Ocean
Send forth a freshening sound,
And in the lofty chambers,
Did mirth and song abound?
Ah! no, the winds and billows
Were silent as the dead,
Within the hall was wailing all,
And tears I also shed.
Nay, tell me, on the terrace
Saw you not king and queen,
Come forth in purple vestments,
With crown and jewels’ sheen ?
And led they not with rapture,
A gentle maiden fair,
All glowing like the morning,
And bright with golden hair?
I saw the royal parents
In sable weeds arrayed, [bright light,
But quenched in night was the crown’s
I did not see the maid.
REVERIES OF AN OLD MAN.
BY G. K, GODFREY.
Iam an old man, standing alone at the
end of life’s journey ; the winds of many
years have deeply scarred my brow with
furrows, and manifold burthens have bent
the form that used to move about so
stately. As I lean on my staff, I look
back through the deserted vale of dead
years, and oh! how changeful and dim is
the moonlight track of past existence, and
with what a magic power the memory of
the olden times steals over me!
I forgot life’s heavy cares and disappointments; I heard not the moaning
winds, or rain, that like tears distilled
from heaven,and fell on the sinstained and
desert earth! J was far away, reveling
in the happy past, the days of youth’s
innovence and bright visions. On the
banks of phantom rivers, flowers, long
faded, grew again inimmortakity of youth,
and I walked by cool streams, whose waters
sent echoes through the hazel brake. The
trees on the river bank swayed about,
nodding to their images in the water,
while their leaves trembled with the gentle surges of the air which brought up
the low, sweet melody of the waters. I
trod through the waving grass as green
and fresh as though sixty years had not
burned and frozen it to annihilation.
Far back in my pilgrimage I sought happiness by wandering through many lands.
I have visited countries celebrated in
history and song—I have walked in places where the renowned in ancient and
modern days stood in statuary before me;
warrior, orator, poet and statesman; I
I have lingered among the tombs of viceroys, kings and emperors, famed in history’s page. I have traveled among the
ruins of classic Greece and Rome; and
trod the aw-einspiring grounds of Palestine; counted stars on the mellow skies
of Italy; and felt the perfumed breath
from Indian groves on my face, now