TEWANNA.

Ꭺ LEGEND OF THE SENECAS.

'ALL things that we ordained festival
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer to a sad funeral feast;
Our solemu hymns to sullen dirges change.'

YEARS have circled away, since the lovers were laid

At the foot of a sycamore tree,

Whose column-like trunk throws its beautiful shade
On the banks of the dark Genesee.

One morning in June to the spot I was led
By the son of a perishing race,

And he told me a story, allied to the dead,
That renders more holy the place.

'Pale boy!' said the falcon-eyed man of the wild,
In the tremulous accents of grief,

'Many summers have ended since weeping ones piled
Yon mould on a maiden and chief:

Though the soul of Tewanna dwells now in that land
Where suns in the West never set,

I still see her look of expressiveness bland-
Her dark eye is visible yet.

In the lodge of a sachem the damsel grew up,
With a smile like the dawning of light;
Her form vied the lily in grace, when its cup
Is bestudded with gems of the night.

The girls of her tribe glen and precipice sought

For trophies to lay at her feet,

And to garland her brow, from the wilderness brought

Wild blossoms, of fragrancy sweet.

The power of her charms woke the torturing fire

Of passion in many a breast;

But the son of a chieftain, in league with her sire,

Her vow of fidelity blest.

By his shaft fell the roebuck, in pride of its speed —

In battle his hatchet was true;

His foot was more fleet than the prairie-nursed steed,
That rider or rein never knew.

I remember the time when the bridal throng met,
And gave their loud mirth to the air;

I remember Tewanna, whose tresses of jet
Were inwoven with ornaments rare.

I remember her gesture and look of dismay,
When the Seneca prophet thus spake-
'The heart that is beating so gladly to day,
With grief on the morrow will break!'

'Is the bridegroom a laggard?- what fetters his limb,
While the many his coming await?

Is he searching out game in the wilderness dim,

Or some proud bridal gift for his mate?

The forehead now wearing the sign of delight,

Will darken with horror, ere long,

For the whippoorwill came to my lodge yesternight,
And forebodingly chaunted her song.'

Day faded apace, and the timorous deer
Sought a flowery couch in the shade,

But the lover came not, with his presence to cheer
The heart of his beautiful maid.

When the last gleam of day from the occident fled,

And darkness infolded the cloud,

From the lodge of their sachem, with whisper of dread,
And presentiment dark, went the crowd.

SHAKSPEARE.

OF LUCIUS M. PISO, FROM PALMYRA, TO HIS FRIEND MARCUS CURTIUS, AT ROME: NOW FIRST TRANSLATED AND PUBLISHED.

NUMBER SIX.

MANY days have passed, my Curtius, since I last wrote, each bringing its own pleasures, and leaving its ineffaceable impressions upon the soul. But though all have been in many things delightful, none has equalled that day and evening at the palace of the queen. I have now mingled largely with the best society in Palmyra. The doors of the noble and the rich have been opened to me with a liberal hospitality. As the friend of Gracchus and Fausta - and now I may add, I believe, without presumption of Zenobia also, of Julia, and Longinus, I have been received with attentions of which Aurelian himself might with reason have been proud. More and more do I love this people, more and more fervently do I beg of the Being or Beings who rule over the affairs of men, to interpose and defend them from any threatening danger. I grieve that the rumors still reaching us from Rome tend so much to confirm the belief that our emperor is making preparations for an eastern expedition. Yet I cannot bring myself to think that he

aims at Zenobia. If it were so, would there be first no communication with the queen? Is it like Aurelian to plan and move so secretly? And against a woman too? - and that woman Zenobia? I'll not believe it. Your letters would not be what they are, if there were any real purpose like that which is attributed to Aurelian. But time will make its revelations. Meanwhile, let me tell you where I now am, and what pleasures I am enjoying. This will be written under various dates.

I write to you from what is called the Queen's Mountain Palace, being her summer residence- occasionally—either to avoid the greater heats of the city, or that she may divert herself with athletic sports, or hunting, of which she is excessively fond, and in which she has few equals of her own or even of our sex. Roman women of the present day would be amazed, perhaps shocked, to be told what the sports and exercises are in which this great eastern queen finds her pleasures. She is not more exalted above the women of Rome by genius, and the severer studies of the closet, than she is, in my judg ment, by the manner and fashion of her recreations. Let not the dear Lucilia be offended. Were she here with me, her fair and generous mind would rest, I am sure, after due comparisons, in the very same conclusions. Fausta is in these respects too, as in others, but her second self. There is not a feat of horsemanship or archery, or an enterprise in the chase, but she will dare all and do all that is dared or done by Zenobia. Not in the spirit of imitation or even rivalry, but from the native impulses of a soul that reaches at all things great and difficult. And even Julia, that being who seems too ethereal for earth, and as if by some strange chance she were misplaced, being here, even Julia has been trained in the same school; and, as I shall show you, can join in the chase, and draw the bow, with scarcely less of vigor and skill — with no less courage-than either her mother or Fausta. Although I have now seen it, I still can hardly associate such excess of beauty — beauty both of form and face so truly belonging to this soft, Syrian clime—with a strength and skill in manly exercises that might put to shame many a Roman who wears both a beard and the manly gown. But this, I need not say, is not after Julia's heart. She loves more the gentler encounters of social intercourse, where wit, and sense, and the affections, have their full play, and the god-like that is within us asserts its supremacy.

But my purpose now is, to tell you how and why it is I am here, and describe to you, as well as I can, this new Elysium: and how it is the happy spirits, whom the gods have permitted to dwell here, pass

their hours.

I am here by the invitation of the queen. A few days after that which we had so highly enjoyed at the palace of the queen, she expressed her desire that Gracchus, Fausta, and myself would accompany her, with others of her select friends, to her retreat among the hills, there to indulge in perfect repose, or engage in the rural sports of the place, according to our pleasure. I was not slow, neither were Gracchus and Fausta, to accept so agreeable an invitation. I feared,' said Fausta, lest the troubled state of affairs would prevent the queen from taking her usual vacation, where she loves best to be. But to say the truth, Lucius, I do not think the prospect of a rupture with Rome does give her very serious thought. The vision of a trial of arms with so

renowned a soldier as Aurelian, is, I doubt, not wholly displeasing to her; there being especially so good reason to believe that what befell Heraclianus might befall Aurelian. Nay, do not look so grave. Rome is not fallen — yet.'

'Your tongue, Fausta, is lighter than your heart. Yet if Rome must fall, why, truly I know not at whose feet it could fall so worthily as those of Zenobia and Fausta. But I trust its destiny is never to fall. Other kingdoms as great, or almost as great, I know you will say, have fallen, and Rome must in its turn. It seems, however, I must say, to possess a principle of vitality which never before belonged to any nation. Its very vastness, too, seems to protect it. I can as soon believe that shoals of sea-carp may overcome the whole, or an army of emmets the elephant or rhinoceros, as that one nation, or many banded together, can break down the power of Rome.'

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How very, very naturally and easily is that said. Who can doubt that you are a Roman, born upon the Cœlian Hill! Pity but that we Palmyrenes could copy that high way you Romans have. Do you not think that strength and success lie much in confidence? Were every Roman such as you, I can believe you were then omnipotent. But then we have some like you. Here are Zenobia and I, you cannot deny that we have something of the Roman about us.'

I confess it would be a drawn battle, at least, were you a nation of Zenobias. How Fausta is at the lance, I cannot yet tell.'

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That you shall see as soon as we are among the mountains. this charming, now, in the queen, to bring us all together again so soon, under her own roof? And such a place too, Lucius! We shall live there, indeed; each day will, at least, be doubled. For I suppose life is to be measured, not by its hours, but its sensations. Are you ready for the morning start? Oh, that Solon were here! - what exquisite mirth should we have! Milo is something; but Solon were more.'

'Fausta, Fausta,' cried Gracchus, when will you be a woman?' 'Never, I trust,' replied Fausta; if I may then neither laugh nor cry, nor vex a Roman, nor fight for our queen. These are my vocations, and if I must renounce them, then I will be a man.'

Either sex may be proud to gain you, my noble girl,' said Grac chus.

Early in the morning of the following day, all at the house of Grac chus gave note of preparation. We were to meet the queen and her party a few miles from the walls of the city, at an appointed place, whence we were to make the rest of the journey in company. We were first at the place of meeting, which was a rising ground, shadowed by a few cedars with their huge branching tops. We reined up our horses, and stood with our faces toward the road, over which we had just passed, looking to catch the first view of the queen. The sun was just rising above the horizon, and touching with its golden color the higher objects of the scene the tall cedars the gray crags, which here jutted out into the plain — the towers, and columns, and obelisks of the still slumbering city.

How beautiful!' exclaimed Fausta: but look! that is more beautiful still-that moving troop of horse! See!. - even at this distance you can distinguish the form and bearing of the queen. How the slant

beams of this ruddy sun make her dress, and the harness of her gallant steed, to sparkle! Is it not a fair sight, Lucius?'

It was beautiful, indeed. The queen was conspicuous above all, not more for her form and bearing, than for the more than imperial magnificence of her appointments. It is thus she is always seen by her people, dazzling them equally by her beauties and her state. As she drew nearer, I felt that I had never before seen aught on earth so glorious. The fiery Arabian that bore her knew, as well as I, who it was that sat upon him; and the pride of his carriage was visible in a thousand expressive movements. Julia was at her side, differing from her only as one sun differs from another. She, like Zenobia, seemed almost a part of the animal that bounded beneath her, so perfect was the art with which she rode.

A fair morning to you all,' cried the queen, accompanying the words with a glance that was reward enough for a life of service. The day smiles upon our enterprise. Fausta, if you will join me, Piso will take care of Julia; as for our Zabdas and Longinus, they are sad loiterers.'

Saying these things-scarcely checking her steed — and before the rest of the party had quite come up - we darted on, the queen leading the way, and, as is her wont, almost at the top of her horse's speed.

'Zenobia,' said Julia, is in fine spirits this morning, as you may judge from her beaming countenance, and the rate at which she travels. But we can hardly converse while we are going so fast.'

No bond has been signed,' said I, 'that we should ride like couriers. Suppose, princess, we slacken our pace.'

That will we,' she replied, and leave it to the queen to announce our approach. Here now, alas! are Zabdas and Longinus overtaking us. The queen wonders at your delay,' said she, addressing them; 'put spurs to your horses, and you may easily overtake her.'

Is it required?' asked the Egyptian, evidently willing to linger. Not so, indeed,' answered Julia, but it would be gallant; the queen, save Fausta, is alone. How can we answer it, if evil befall her? Her girth may break.'

At which alarming suggestion, taking it as merrily as it was given, the two councillors quickened their pace, and, bidding us good morning, soon, as we saw, at the ascent of a little hill, overtook Zenobia.

For the rest of us, we were passing and repassing each other, mingling and separating all the remainder of the way. Our road lay through a rather rough and hilly country, but here and there sprinkled with bright spots of the richest beauty, and highest cultivation. The valleys, whenever we descended into them, we found well watered and tilled, and peopled by an apparently happy peasantry. And as we saw them from first one eminence and then another, stretching away and winding among the hills, we agreed that they presented delicious retreats for those who, weary of the world, wished to taste, toward the close of life, the sweets of a repose which the world never knows. As we drew toward the end of our ride — a ride of quite twenty Roman miles - we found ourselves forsaken of all the rest of the company, owing either to our horses not being equal to the others, or rather, perhaps to the frequent pauses which we made at all those points where the scenery presented any thing beautiful or uncommon.