To hail our coming. Not a step profane Thus, in this calm recess, so richly fraught Rise, ere the watch-relieving clarions play, Caught through St. James's groves a blush of day; (15) Ere its full voice the choral anthem flings Through trophied tombs of heroes and of kings. Haste to the tranquil shade of learned ease,2 Though skill'd alike to dazzle and to please; agros." Distant views contain the greatest variety both in themselves and in their accidental variations Note 3, page 21, col. 1. Small change of scene, small space his home requires. Many a great man, in passing through the apartments of his palace, has made the melancholy reflection of the venerable Cosmo: "Questa è troppo gran casa à si poco famiglia."-MACH. Ist. Fior. lib. vii. Parva, sed apta mihi," was Ariosto's inscription over his door in Ferrara; and who can wish to say more? "I confess," says Cowley, "I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a very little feast."-Essay vi. When Socrates was asked why he had built for himself so small a house, "Small as it is," he replied, "I wish I could fill it with friends."-PHEDRUS, 1. iii, 9. These indeed are all that a wise man would desire to assemble; "for a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love." Note 4, page 21, col. 1. From every point a ray of genius flows! By this means, when all nature wears a louring countenance, I withdraw myself into the visionary Though each gay scene be search'd with anxious eye, worlds of art; where I meet with shining landscapes, Nor thy shut door be pass'd without a sigh. If, when this roof shall know thy friend no more, Some, form'd like thee, should once, like thee, explore; Invoke the lares of this loved retreat, And his lone walks imprint with pilgrim-feet; Then be it said, (as, vain of better days, Some grey domestic prompts the partial praise) In the clear mirror of his moral page, gilded triumphs, beautiful faces, and all those other objects that fill the mind with gay ideas, etc. ADDISON. It is remarkable that Antony, in his adversity, passed some time in a small but splendid retreat, which he called his Timonium, and from which might originate the idea of the Parisian Boudoir, that favorite apartment, où l'on se retire pour être seul, mais où l'on ne boude point.-STRABO, 1. XVII. PLUT. in Vit. Anton. Note 5, page 21, col. 1. At Guido's call, etc. Alluding to his celebrated fresco in the Rospigliosi Palace at Rome. Note 6, page 21, col. 1. And still the Few best loved and most revered. The dining-room is dedicated to Conviviality; or, as Cicero somewhere expresses it, Communitati vitæ And, with the swallow, wings the year away!" (16) atque victus." There we wish most for the society NOTES. Note 1, page 20, col. 2. Oft o'er the mead, at pleasing distance, pass. of our friends; and, perhaps, in their absence, most require their portraits. The moral advantages of this furniture may be illustrated by the pretty story of an Athenian courtesan, "who, in the midst of a riotous banquet with her lovers, accidentally cast her eye on the portrait of a philosopher, that hung opposite to her seat: the happy character of temperance and virtue struck her Cosmo of Medicis took most pleasure in his Apen-with so lively an image of her own unworthiness, that she instantly quitted the room; and, retiring nine villa, because all that he commanded from its windows was exclusively his own. How unlike the home, became ever after an example of temperance, wise Athenian, who, when he had a farm to sell, as she had been before of debauchery.” directed the crier to proclaim, as its best recommendation, that it had a good neighborhood.-PLUT. in Vit. Themist. Note 2, page 20, col. 2. And through the various year, the various day. Note 7, page 21, col. 1. Read ancient books, or dream inspiring dreams. The reader will here remember that passage of Horace, Nunc veterum libris, nunc somno, etc. which was inscribed by Lord Chesterfield on the frieze of Horace commends the house, "longos quæ prospicit his library. 1-dapes inemptas.-Hor. 2 Innocuas amo delicias doctamque quietem. Note 8, page 21, col. 1. And, when a sage's bust arrests thee there. Siquidem non solum ex auro argentove, aut certe ox 30 ære in bibliothecis dicantur illi, quorum immortales Hence every artist requires a broad and high animæ in iisdem locis ibi loquuntur: quinimo etiam light. Hence also, in a banquet-scene, the most quæ non sunt, finguntur, pariuntque desideria non picturesque of all poets has thrown his light from traditi vultus, sicut in Homero evenit. Quo majus the ceiling.-En. i, 726. (ut equidem arbitror) nullum est felicitatis specimen, quam semper omnes scire cupere, qualis fuerit aliquis-PLIN. Nat. Hist. Cicero speaks with pleasure of a little seat under Aristotle in the library of Atticus. "Literis sustentor et recreor; maloque in illa tua sedecula, quam habes sub imagine Aristotelis, sedere quàm in istorum sella curuli!"-Ep. ad Att. iv, 10. And hence the "starry lamps" of Milton, that -from the arched roof Pendent by subtle magic, -yielded light As from a sky. Note 13, page 22, col. 1. Beyond the triumphs of a Loriot's art. At the petits soupers of Choisy were first introNor should we forget that Dryden drew inspira- duced those admirable pieces of mechanism, aftertion from the "majestic face" of Shakspeare; and wards carried to perfection by Loriot, the Confidente that a portrait of Newton was the only ornament and the Servante; a table and a side-board, which of the closet of Buffon.-Ep. to Kneller. Voyage à Catch the blest accents of the wise and great. Mr. Pope delights in enumerating his illustrious guests. Nor is this an exclusive privilege of the poet. The Medici Palace at Florence exhibits a long and imposing catalogue. "Semper hi parietes columnæque eruditis vocibus resonuerunt." Another is also preserved at Chanteloup, the seat of the Duke of Choiseul. Note 12, page 21, col. 2. Sheds, like an evening-star, its ray serene. At a Roman supper, statues were sometimes employed to hold the lamps. -Aurea sunt juvenum simulacra per deis, A fashion as old as Homer!-Odyss. vii, 100. descended and rose again covered with viands and wines. And thus the most luxurious Court in Europe, after all its boasted refinements, was glad to return at last, by this singular contrivance, to the quiet and privacy of humble life.-Vie privée de Louis XV, tom. ii, p. 43. Between 1. 10, and 1. 11, col. 1, were these lines, since omitted: Hail, sweet Society! in crowds unknown, Though the vain world would claim thee for its own. And Wit and Taste their mingled charms supply; They were written in 1796. Note 14, page 22, col. 1. So through the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide. An allusion to the floating bee-house, or barge laden with bee-hives, which is seen in some parts of France and Piedmont. Note 15, page 22, col. 1. Caught through St. James's groves at blush of day. Groves that Belinda's star illumines still, Note 16, page 22, col. 1. And, with the swallow, wings the year away! It was the boast of Lucullus that he changed his climate with the birds of passage.-PLUT. in Vit Lucull. How often must he have felt the truth here in culcated, that the master of many houses has no home! 31 Jacqueline. I. "T WAS Autumn; through Provence had ceased And from the convent's neighboring tower She starts, and what has caught her eye? Flies from her home, the humble sphere Up rose St. Pierre, when morning shone ; By Turenne, when the Rhine ran blood; Aloft in Notre Dame to wave; He slung his old sword by his side, And snatch'd his staff and rush'd to save; " Unhappy in thy youth!" he said. Call as thou wilt, thou call'st in vain; No voice sends back thy name again. To mourn is all thou hast to do; Thy play-mate lost, and teacher too." And who but she could soothe the boy, Or turn his tears to tears of joy? Long had she kiss'd him as he slept, Long o'er his pillow hung and wept; And, as she pass'd her father's door, Oh! she was good as she was fair; And, as she grew, her modest grace, Her down-cast look 't was heaven to trace, Her voice, whate'er she said, enchanted; Soon as the sun the glittering pane She, who would lead him where he went, Which, when a tale is long, dispenses In her who mourn'd not, when they miss'd her With Frederic blowing bubbles in the sun; Nor spinning by the fountain-side, Barbe Bleue or Chaperon Rouge half-told Nor vandering up and down the wood, Where once a wild deer, wild no more, II. The day was in the golden west; And, curtain'd close by leaf and flower, The doves had cooed themselves to rest In Jacqueline's deserted bower; Now he sigh'd heavily; and now, She comes along the mountain-side; Now kneeling, where the pathways meet, The doves-that still would at her casement peck, And, by the soldier's cloak, I know And in her walks had ever flutter'd round With purple feet and shining neck, True as the echo to the sound. That casement, underneath the trees, And feigning, as they grew in size, With dimpled cheeks and laughing eyes, St. Pierre sat by, nor saw nor smiled. And his heart told him he had dealt A father may awhile refuse; When her young blushes had reveal'd The ocean-wave, the mountain-wind; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet rolling round. The light was on his face; and there You might have seen the passions driven- (There, there along the ridge they go) Look up-why will you not?" he cries And true it was! And true the tale! My father-if not for his own, Inly he vow'd"'t was all he could!" Nor can ye wonder. When a child, 1 Argus. 1 Cantando "Io amo; Io amo!"-Tasso. 2 Called in the language of the country pas de l'Echelle, The day was named, the guests invited; III. That morn ('t was in Ste Julienne's cell, That morn, ere many a star was set, -And now the village gleams at last; So saying, through the fragrant shade While Manchon round and round her play'd: (When Lubin calls, and Blanche steals round, Her finger on her lip, to see; And many an acorn-cup is found Under the greenwood tree) From every cot above, below, They gather as they go Sabot, and coif, and collerette, The housewife's prayer, the grandam's blessing! Babes that had learnt to lisp her name, But what felt D'Arcy, when at length Her father's gate was open flung? Ah, then he found a giant's strength; For round him, as for life, she clung! And when, her fit of weeping o'er, Onward they moved a little space, And saw an old man sitting at the door, Saw his wan cheek, and sunken eye That seem'd to gaze on vacancy, Then, at the sight of that beloved face, At once to fall upon his neck she flew; But not encouraged-back she drew, And trembling stood in dread suspense, Her tears her only eloquence! All, all-the while-an awful distance keeping: Then Jacqueline the silence broke. While D'Arcy as before look'd on, "His praises from your lips I heard, She, whom in joy, in grief you nursed; On her you thought-but to be kind! Oh are they gone from yours? Two kneeling at your feet behold; Her bridal be her dying day. Well, well might she believe in you!— He shook his aged locks of snow; -Nor canʼst thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long; For she herself shall plead, and I atone. Henceforth," he paused awhile, unmann'd, For D'Arcy's tears bedew'd his hand; Let each meet each as friend to friend, All things by all forgot, forgiven. And that dear Saint-may she once more descend But now, in my hands, your's with her's unite. Like Henry, when he heard recounted |