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Lynch, with a more modest reserve, contents him

From the Anglo-Saxon. self with describing what he saw, but offers no

MOURNER, WEEP ! opinion on the subject.

Heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in The southern shore presented a desolate mud the morning. Aat, terminated by a range of lofty hills.

Mourner, weep! at midnight hour

Pensive sadness need not hide; On one side, rugged and worn, was the salt Tears may flow when night-clouds lowermountain of Usdum, with its conspicuous pillar, None to mock them-none to chide ! which reminded us at least of the catastrophe of Yet when brightly dawns the morrow, the plain ; on the other were the lofty and barren And the joyous sunbeams play, cliffs of Moab, in one of the caves of which the Mourner, cease those notes of sorrow, fugitive Lot found shelter. To the south was an

Be thy night, too, changed to day! extensive flat, intersected by sluggish drains, with the high hills of Edom semi-girdling the salt plain

Mourner, weep! the gay world 's slumb'ring, where the Israelites repeatedly overthrew their

Grief and thou alone are waking ; enemies ; and to the north was the calm and

Angels all thy woes are numb’ring, motionless sea, curtained with a purple mist, while,

Woes by man forgot, forsaken ; many fathoms deep in the slimy mud beneath it, lay

Yet when fringe of morning gladness embedded the ruins of the ill-fated cities of Sodom

Skirts the gloomy robe of night, and Gomorrah. The glare of light was blinding to

Mourner, cease those notes of sadness, the eye, and the atmosphere difficult of respiration.

Be thy darkness changed to light! No bird fanned with its wing the attenuated air Mortal, weep! the night-cloud 's o'er thee, through which the sun poured his scorching rays Sin's dark tempest, sorrow's gloom ; upon the mysterious element on which we floated, Scarce yon moonlight tracks before thee and which alone, of all the works of its Maker, One rough pathway—to the tomb!contains no living thing within it.

Yet press on! when brightest dawning,

With immortal glories rife, Lieut. Lynch very properly named the northern

Shall have changed this night to morning, extremity of this peninsula “Point Costigan,'

Be thy death, too, changed to life! and its southern one “Point Molyneaux," as a tribute to the memories of the two gallant Eng

From the Anglo-Saxon. lishmen who lost their lives in attempting to ex

ODE UPON CONTENT. plore this sea.

The party spent twenty-two days on the Dead Sea, during which time they had carefully sounded

Tell me no more of future toys; it through its whole extent, determined its geo

The mind the present only joys;

Those untouched treasures of the great graphical position, taking the exact topography of

Afford, like painted fires, no heat. its shores, ascertained the temperature, width,

Who thus thinks to augment his store depth and velocity of its tributaries, collected

By using of it not, is poor. specimens of every kind, and noted the winds,

He that enjoyeth what he hath, though small, currents, changes of the weather and all atmos Whilst he has little, yet possesses all. pheric phenomena.

Who has procured the fruit of pain, After an extensive tour in Palestine and Syria, Possession renders poor again. which is described in a forcible and interesting No prize the undying want suffices; manner, the expedition returned to this country in For passion still our bliss disguises,

Nor do the sweets which we acquire December last, a little more than a year from the

Equal the pains of one desire. time of its departure.

Thus Avarice itself does still control, Our thanks are due to Lieut. Lynch for the

By vexing first the body, then the soul. gratification and instruction we have derived from

Nature to her such motion lends the perusal of his very able volume, which bears

As to the proper object tends ; the most emphatic testimony to his diligence,

But man alone, whom passion blinds, energy, fertility of invention, and devoted fidelity

No centre to his circle finds; in the conduct of the expedition, as well as to the Thus, whilst he's still another wooing, modesty, conscientiousness, and religious humanity

Contributes to his own undoing.

Who then is with his little much sufficed of his personal character.

Has the whole universe epitomized. Narrative of the late Expedition to the Dead Sea,

Blest then were we whilst fields did give from a Diary by one of the Parly. Edited by Only conveniences to liveEdward P. Montague. Philadelphia : Carey

Desires within ourselves confined, & Hart.

Such as that age of gold designed

Nor by to-morrow's thoughts were led, This is a superficial and common-place narra

Before the present day's half dead; tive of Lieut. Lynch's Expedition. It is wholly For this by HAPPINESS is truly meant unworthy the honor of print. -- N. Y. Tribune. Not to have all things, but to BE CONTENT.

AN UNPUBLISHED POEM BY JOHN EVELYN.

From Fraser's Magazine.

slow-oh, in faith of love and beauty, it was a THE ANTHESPHORIA AT ATHENS.

sight almost too fair for earth and earth's dull sons, It was the Anthesphoria at Athens—that flower this concourse of gentle Grecian women! Not festival which Greece yearly celebrated to com- Olympos' self might have scorned to hold them memorate Persephone's return from the dark world guests ; not even the “ well-tressed” goddessesof Hades. It was a beautiful festival ; one of the not Herè, with her large and queenly eyes ; nor loveliest where all was lovely; rich in Hellenic Aphrodite, caressing, loving, kind; nor Artemis, combinations of youth and beauty and sunshine, so chaste and virginal; nor Athena, majestic, noflowers, music, love, and mirth; rich in gentle ble, serene ; nor Hebe, with her rosy cheek; nor associations and tender memories, in bright hopes, Eốs, with her bounding step ; not the silver-ankled and regrets so soft the heart could not wish them Thetis, nor the swift-footed Iris, might have disexchanged for even the pleasures of possession. It dained as attendant graces these beautiful women contained all the best elements of Grecian life, and of Athens. The hierophants knew what they did was one of the many charms by which the Hel- when they selected the canephorai for the public lene brought down to earth the blessedness of processions! They knew how much man owes to Olympos, and made his own the exquisite enjoy- externals for causes of belief; and they knew that ments of heaven. Less grave than the Adonia, beauty and its offspring, love, were the most powand less mystic than the Dionysia, but still con- erful of these causes. To be chosen canephor was taining a meaning in its ceremonies deeper than as if “beautiful” were stamped on the lintel of the mere form, the Anthesphoria was the darling a woman's door. It secured her reputation for festival of the women, and the one to which they loveliness, and filled her tablets with lovers; garcrowded the most willingly.

lands were hung about her doors, and the threshold Other states of Greece celebrated this feast with reeked with costly wine; the city echoed with her greater pomp of arrangement than did Athens ; name; cups were emptied to her praises sung by the but none with more beauty. In Sicily, where, poets of a feast ; her power was written on every being the home of the loved and lost, her memory wall, and her name inscribed on every tree, until was dearer than elsewhere, it was one of the most Athens grew weary with the news that half a important ceremonies of the year; for each state score of youths had fallen in love with some fair and each city honored its local deities above the child seen as canephor at a procession ! general gods of the country, and made its sectional It was at the time when a large party, flowertraditions of more value than the myths of the laden, passed through the northern gate on the universal theocracy. The same procession-one road from the wooded village of Acharnæ, that of the flowers borne by women—was made else- a dark-skinned, thoughtful man issued from one of where to the honor of other divinities; as to Here the narrow bye-streets, and met the women imat Argos, and to Aphrodite at Cnossus. And mediately in front. That he was a foreigner and beautiful, indeed, must it have been wherever prac- no Grecian, even of a distant state, the swart skin, tised! To see the maids and matrons crowding the thick lip, mild, but not so finely formed as the forth in the early spring-morning, while the air Hellenic—the long, almond-shaped eye, with its was fresh and the dew still lay sparkling on the heavy lid ooping more than the lids of the lively grass, themselves more bright, and fresh, and fair, Ionic people—the form more massive and less than the lustre flung by Eôs on her way; to see supple; all would have betrayed, had not the dress them, when out through the city-gates, throw been sufficiently strange to have at once marked aside that stately, grave reserve, with which, cov- him as an alien. It had nothing of the white ered as by a veil, they had walked through the simplicity of the plain linen kiton, nothing of the thronged town, and spread themselves about the unstudied grace of the chlamys, nothing of the fields in merry groups of youth and love ; and grave majesty of the philosophic himation : it was then to watch their pliant forms bending, like sweet a rich dress, cumbersome by weight of adornment nymphs discovered, over the beds of fragrant and embroidery, but grand in its arrangement and flowers, plucking the loveliest to wreathe into gar- gorgeous in its colors. A striped and large headlands for the statue of the innocent Persephone. dress, from which hung down a heavy tassel of Then returning homewards, as the hours drew on many hues, depending low on the back ; robes and the procession was about to be formed, their which covered breasts, arms, and body, not allowmirthfulness sobered into awe, and whispers ran ing even the hands to be seen, so great was his from each to each, and young eyes looking fear- scrupulousness of decency; a thick girdle, masfully round, when the bolder spoke of the dark sively embroidered and reaching to the knee ; god's love, and wondered whether he were crouched chains and rings, ornaments for neck, arms, hands, behind the willow-tree yonder, listening to their ears, every part of the person or garments where voices, and perhaps meditating some second ravish- jewels could be scattered ; completed a costume ment from earth ; and then—the baskets filled, the which looked strange in the eyes of the Athegarlands wreathed, many a sandalled foot perfumed nian citizens. With the a short, white robe, with the crushed rose lcaves and the broken cycla- the kiton, with its simple bordering of one color, mens, and many a robe-hem dyed with the meadow- and that not often the gayest in hue, and the saffron and the purple orchis—they returned to loose scarf or chlamys thrown without other the town again, so sweetly grave, so gracefully order than its own gracefulness about the wearer,

sometimes fastened at the shoulder by a single j against the elaborate Corinthian pillar, all twined jewel, or brooch of gold-their heads covered only with creeping flowers as it was, musing long after by the wavy hair, in some leaf-crowned, the trav- the girls had passed, somewhat sadly, but not unellers wearing the petasos or round-brimmed cap; kindly. While he stood there the door of the such was the fashion in Athens, at that time the house opened within, and a young Athenian apmost polished city in the world; then, as now, peared on the marble threshold. Immediately acknowledged the supreme in all matters of artistic behind him, and holding his hand clasped in both taste. Not so luxurious as Corinth, not so gorgeous of hers, was a woman more beautiful, more divine, as Babylon, nor so stern as Laconia, it was the than anything the Egyptian had ever seen in model of perfection, by its rare union of most be- dream or in reality. Not Aphrodite herself witching beauty with extreme simplicity. when she arose from ocean, wringing the salt sea

Be that as it might, our dark-complexioned water from her dripping tresses while couching stranger walked through the streets of the violet- low in the floating shell, appeared more exquiscrowned in happy ignorance that any man of all itely fair to the laughing loves and graces, and this crowd could, even to himself, hold him lower. wandering nymphs, the awed Tritons, and the deHis head erect, his bearing dignified, his step firm, lighted gods ;-not Herè, when she laid herself and all his movements stately, he passed through among the flowers beneath the golden cloud on that gay and mobile crowd like one of the statues Ida ; nor Artemis, when she turned in her high of the plain, endowed with life for a season only, course and came down to the Cretan shepherd-boy but never with life's quick sensations. He was slumbering in the cave ;-not one of all looked an Egyptian ; and could a son of Khemi believe more divine than did this bright creation of that the barbarian Greek, the child of his age- womanly perfection. Europa, Leda, Daphne, he himself the seer, the sage-could he believe in Persephone ; and thou, Arethusa with the flying the superiority of him? Amun protect his own! feet; and thou, sweet Semele, lost by thy confisuch thought were blasphemy to the gods whose dence in love ; hapless Syrinx; and dearest favorite he was !

Helen thou, ye all would have known as your He met the company of women thus returning equal in beauty Pythionica, the fairest woman in from their flower gathering in the Attic fields ; | Athens ! their veils drawn round to shade the sweet cheeks “ Yet once more, my Lysistrates !” she said, which blushed for very consciousness of beauty ; in a voice whose tones resembled the notes of a their eyes downcast, or glancing upward at rare distant flute. “ Does it need so many prayers intervals, with a shy but fervid look ; their gait from Pythionica, before Lysistrates will give her graceful; all their movements undulating, with a one hour more of his time? Thou knowest my motion as far removed from, and yet as like to, faith in portents and presages, and thou hast heard dancing as is the grave cadence of a chant to the my last night's dream. Cannot this determine gayer measure of an erotic hymn. Baskets in their thy hesitating will, or art thou so eager for thy hands, and flowers drooping round on all sides ; chill Myrrha's snowy smiles ? It is not well, in the braided hair of the younger, flowers also, Lysistrates, to show so openly thy preference for freshly placed, giving to some a wild Bacchante this girl ; thou mightst spare me this pang among expression, to others a modesty most heavenly, so many!" lighting up the dark eyes of this with a siren's The youth hesitated a moment, and in that mo witchery of love, veiling the white lids of that ment the Egyptian turned. His was a face with a tenderer shade, enhancing to each her par- which impressed him even more, though not so ticular perfection, and making the world revere favorably, as the glowing loveliness of his comwhere it formerly only admired. The Egyptian panion ; yet seen thus, half turned away, half thought of the young Isiac priestesses whom he had hidden in the gleaming tresses that strayed over often seen tending the sacred serpents, feeding the her uncovered shoulder and lost themselves in the holy ibis, dancing round the mother's altar, while boy's convulsive grasp, it had as much of beauty singing slow hymns to the tinkling sistrum, and as any face could well express. But not a beauty performing other and more mystic acts of their to be loved, only admired. The recklessness, the most mystic faith ; and he inwardly contrasted air of dissipation, the traces of unbridled passions, these warm, young Ionic maids with the sterner all these were so many scars on the perfection of serenity of his country's daughters. The phi-that beauty ; to the calm, grave, mild Egyptian, losopher might prize the one, the man must love indelible scars. A moment's flush of manly the other. But philosophy and love never yet went pride to duty crossed that passionate brow ; a mohand-in-hand; for must not the pale moon's cold ment's quiver of the lip eager for action, eager for beams be quenched in the fiery light of the sun ? renown, bespoke the transient waking of the And so love quenches the cold reasonings of in- better self; a moment's indecision, when Pythiontellect.

ica twined her arm round his smooth neck, and He stepped aside, haughtily enough; as if to the pride and the manliness were gone-faded obliterate this act of condescension on its instant into a Sybaritic softness of pleasure. One eager of performance; and the party glided by. He pressure on that uncovered shoulder; one wild, had entered within the portico of a small but well swift smile of intoxication ; and then the door appointed house ; and there he remained, leaning closed, and they both reëntered the house.

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An expression of contempt, and something in the Athenian's face seemed to change his deterlike disappointment, crossed the Egyptian's face; mination.

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so much manliness, BO but he pursued his walk through the streets of much life, and energy, and thought which had Athens.

humanity as its object; so much vivacity, intel“ Her dress not that of a wife, her age not that lect, and affection, that he paused as if reading of a mother, nor her fondness the fondness of a some pleasant poem, watching those changing sister, what place can she hold by the young man features. she has seduced from duty ?” thought the Egyp Thy censure is just, Athenian," he said, tian, looking round more than once at the flower- gravely, though not with the same pride he had wreathed columns of that portico, hoping to see hitherto shown. “ It is not right that the eagle the door reöpen to release its captive from the should scoff at the small birds playing in the sunsnares of love.

light, when voluntarily he has descended from But Lysistrates forgot his duties as a citi- heaven to mingle in their sports. If I have borne zen, his duties as an Athenian. He forgot his myself too haughtily since I first visited Greece, father's tomb, where the sacrifices to the manes it is because I have felt myself among children, of the dead were still unpaid ; Myrrha, his young, not men ; infants, and not equals to us, the sons pale, patient bride, he forgot with the rest; and of Khemi.” only the deep blue eyes of his beloved mistress And yet our country has produced children mirrored his remembrance or answered his desires. who may well stand beside thy men," answered the This was now the third day that Pythionica had Greek, good-humoredly. “ Their names will live held him thus enslaved, all Athens wondering as long as nature or art endures. What further where was Lysistrates, that neither at the gym- immortality on earth can ye possess ?" nasium, nor at the agora, the Pnyx, nor the “ These giant-children ?” temples, had he been seen within the memory of " Solon, Thales Pythagoras man. And some talked of going to the magis “Hold, Greek! argue for thyself, not me! trates and demanding a search for him ; others to I know but little of thy country's biography, yet the Scythian bowman, the toxotoi, or city police, it seems to me that I have heard these names to look through their tents, lest by chance young as belonging to disciples of old Nile. Not to Lysistrates were hidden there. But nor magis- themselves, nor their gods, nor their fathers, did trate nor bowman knew the hiding place of the they owe their wisdom. What little they posAthenian ; and only some of the younger men, sessed came through a chink in the Egyptian laughing loudly, spoke mysteriously of the Athe- adytum." nian Medeia, the enchantress of men.

The Athenian's brow grew a shade more red ; The day advanced, and the Anthesphoria be- but he laughed the low, sweet, Ionic laugh, saygan. Even in the dark world of shadows Perseph- ing— one perceived the odor of the fresh blossoms, “Our country is more youthful than thine ; and reminding her of the day when she gathered them therefore it is but just that ye should teach us. so unsuspectingly in the Sicilian fields, before the When we gave our gods their mundane life, men dread god had time to love her. Yes, to the peopled the valley of the Nile; when Triptolemus very dead is the memory of love a blessing ; and sowed the first corn from the car of Demeter, art the sweet cares of affection can console the mute and science were in their zenith with ye. These spirit in its tomb! Let not death be the sever- things the Halicarnassian teaches us; and he saw ance of love ; shown in other ways, but felt in all what he related.” intensity, be ye sure that even in Hades itself is And may it not be that, far beyond that this the god of life!

record of the beginning which each nation assumes Again the Egyptian mingled with the crowd ; to itself, lies a world of order? May it not be no, not so much mingled, as followed it apart, its that life brought forth her myriads, and cities elder judge and overlooker. Still maintaining his that the city of a Hundred Gates received their instately bearing, he viewed all that passed with a habitants, while yet Egypt and Greece were slumscorn so visible that an Athenian, who unper- bering voids ? Can we trace the first wakening ceived had been walking by his side for some of the infant day-god, or mark the moment when time, laid his hand on the massive shoulder, say- the child becomes a man? Nor the commenceing

ment, Greek, nor the transition? We may be “Is so much contempt in a foreign land good, children to the graybeards of an elder world, as O stranger? Do eagles quit their rocks to scoff ye are infants before us." at the fertile plains ? Do gods look down from The Athenian wondered to see his companion's Olympos only to contemn the world below? If not face become so beautiful in its grave solemnity, these, nor should an alien and a stranger in the while thoughts, far deeper than had utterance, favored land of Athene, the world-renowned mu- passed through his mind. There was something seum of Greece!”

mysterious in this influence to the light-hearted The Egyptian turned haughtily; with a hasty Greek ; and he looked into the dark face upturned gesture repelling the hand laid so familiarly on to the heavens, with a feeling of awe he neither him ; turning to answer harshly, annoyed that any wished nor attempted to subdue. should dare to thus address him ; but something “ Under fear of the gods," he then said, breaking

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the silence which had become painful to him, strewing the pedestals of the statues, and falling

might there not have been coevals, though un- into their bosoms, hanging on the garments of equal ?”

the men, and on the tresses of young girls, and “ What, in Greece and Egypt? No, friend ! into the outstretched hands of children ; filling the as little as between the gods and men ; and they atmosphere with perfume and the music of sweet were not coeval, though unequal enough! The leaves rustling, in memory of love for the yet life of the Hellenes, when contrasted with that of living Persephone. . If Life was the key to the the Egyptians, by itself would show where senior- Egyptian, Love was the meaning of the Grecian, ity as well as mastership existed. The love of faith. They did not know that both were one. gauds, and games, and sounding nothings, the The procession again formed itself in order, engrossing interest of mere amusement, the levity now that the prayers and sacrifices were over, and ye call vivacity, the puerilities ye call artistic the garlands hung about the figure for which they taste--all these mark the difference between ye were twined ; and down the steep of the Acropoand the grave worshippers of a god of silence, the lis it wound past all its temples, statues, altars, Egyptian sons of Khem! I speak not in self- trees, and flowers, through the gates, and down laudation, but in astonishment ;—astonishment the broad steps flanked with glorious sculptures, that men can be found willing to live on the until the maids and matrons forming it, once more appearances of things, which ye prize so highly, stood by the swart Egyptian stranger and his and willing to accept them as realities.”

guide. “ Thy meaning ?"

Meidias looked at them coldly; too mature for Thy gods would explain it! Do ye believe boyish love, too busy for philosophic abstractions, that they are the men and women of passions and he considered the train in the simple light of usedesires which ye paint them? Does Zeus steal fulness, and contemned because he did not undermen's wives? Was Aphrodite caught in the stand. The women glanced wonderingly, seeing golden net of her spouse ? Are all these things these two men standing there so idly when worship true or mythic ?"

to the gods was going on: and those who, not "An answer in recrimination : thy bulls, cows, forming part of the procession, remained at home, swine, and leeks, thy crocodiles and thy cats, thy peeping through their veils, as they crowded to snakes and thy birds--are these fit gods ?—these the house-tops, spoke loudly in condemnation of so far superior to the laughter-loving who won their impiety. But the thunderbolt of Zeus lay Ares to her embrace, or to the Zeus who gave cold, and the bow of Apollo was unstrung. ImHeracles to Alcmena ? Art thou not quarrelling pious as they might be, the gods did not punish, with the husk, when the core is but the same? and man had no right to judge. The women near So our philosophers also--of thine I know at hand gave a softer sentence than those far away; nothing, neither how much they profess, nor how but then, Meidias was a universal favorite among much. they believe—but do our sages credit these them for his gay, gallant bearing, his manly beauty, popular tales ? No! To the artisan every myth to say nothing of his entertainments; and the may be a truth, but to the philosopher

stranger, too, though no Greek, was yet somewhat “Every truth is a myth. Thus would thy lovely to Athenian eyes ; for he was dignified and sentence have ended hadst thou not been standing well featured-and what female heart cannot the beneath the shadow of thine own Parthenon! Of good graces of person touch? our worship but one word : if thou art wise, it As they slowly followed in the train of worshipwill suffice; if foolish, twenty would deafen thee. pers, discussing as men do discuss the utility and Nature has one mystery : in the sea, the river, the meanings of what they saw, the Egyptian sudthe plain, the flower ; in the human voice, the denly called his companion's attention to one of human eye ; in beast, and bird, and reptile ; in the procession, who for the first time now caught love, hate, and death—it is equally written, his eye. She was a young girl, one of the caneequally inexplicable. And this mystery, in all its phorai, bearing her basket of flowers more graceenshrinements, has the ædes of Egypt striven to fully than even the most graceful of the women express, while veiling. Under every one of its about her. She was a true picture of youth, when forms is it there to be found ; and the discrepancy most youthful and beautiful in its youth. But of our outward worship is nullified by its secret through all the conventional calm and modesty of concordance."

demeanor prescribed by.custom to Attic virgins, a " And this mystery ?"

world of love, and strength of will, and power of “ Is Life."

character, shone out through her blue eyes, and The Egyptian spoke truth : this was the mean was depicted on her smooth but large forehead, ing of that strange worship in the Nile valley ; where thought and feeling seemed conate. Her then, as now, a world's wonder and a world's hair was braided loosely round her oval head, scandal, where the solution was not given with covering the upper part of an ear, which looked the riddle.

like a small sea-shell, so exquisite were its curves, A burst of music from the choristers accompany- and so delicate the faint pink lining to the pearly ing the procession, for the moment stopped all white : the color of the tresses was a deep rich further conversation ; while a shower of buds fell brown, golden in the sunlight; her eyes were on the marble pavement, and down the broad steps, ( large, the lids broad and thickly fringed; the ex

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