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Oft, like some loved romantic tale,
IN THE CRIMEA.
SHEPHERD, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner,
There is a beautiful story, delivered down to us from antiquity, which will here perhaps occur to the reader.
Icarius, when he gave Penelope in marriage to Ulysses, endeavoured to persuade him to dwell in Lacedæmon; and, when all be urged was to no purpose, he entreated his daughter to remain with him. When Ulysses set out with his bride for Ithaca, the old man followed the chariot, till, overcome by his importunity, Ulysses consented that it should be left to Penelope to decide whether she would proceed with him or return with her father. It is related, says Pausanias, that she made no reply, but that she covered herself with her veil; and that Icarius, perceiving at once by it that she inclined to Ulysses, suffered her to depart with him.
A statue was afterwards placed by her father as a memorial in that part of the road where she had covered herself with her veil. It was still standing there in the days of Pausanias, and was called the statue of Modesty.
("Tis not far off) visit his tomb with flowers;
The two small cells scooped in the marble there,
AN INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE
DEDICATED TO THE GRACES.+
APPROACH with reverence.
There are those within,
Whose dwelling-place is Heaven. Daughters of Jove, From them flow all the decencies of Life;
Without them nothing pleases, Virtue's self
Admired not loved: and those on whom They smile,
Great though they be, and wise, and beautiful,
Shine forth with double lustre.
* A Turkish superstition.
+ At Woburn-Abbey.
WRITTEN IN 1815.
WELL, when her day is over, be it said,
Up rose her armies; on the land they stood,
An allusion to the battle of Waterloo. The illustrious Man who commanded there on our side, and who, in his anxiety to do justice to others, never fails to forget himself, said many years afterwards to the Author with some agitation, when relating an occurrence of that day," It was a battle of giants!"
MAN to the last is but a froward child;
Oh, if he could in all things as he would,
The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools;