Though War's high-sounding harp may be Are bathed, all o'er, with tears. How far more sweet their numbers run, Who hymn, like saints above, No victor, but the Eternal One, No trophies but of Love! GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT. Air-STEVENSON. Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, ' Bring myrtle and palm-bring the boughs of each tree Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on-5 IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER. Is it not sweet to think, hereafter, To those she long hath mourn'd for here? Shall meet us, and be lost no more. When wearily we wander, asking Of earth and heaven, where are they Beneath whose smile we once lay baskingBlest, and thinking bliss would stay! Hope still lifts her radiant finger Pointing to the eternal home, Upon whose portal yet they linger, Looking back for us to come. And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount, and fetch olivebranches, etc. etc.-Neh. viii, 15. For since the days of Joshua the son of Nun, unto that day, had not the children of Israel done so; and there was very great gladness.-Ib. 17. 3 Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.-Josh. x, 12. 4 Fetch olive-branches and pine-branches, and myrtle-branches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths."Neh. viii, 15. 5 And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground.-Josh. iii, 17. THIS PRODUCTION IS, WITH THE WARMEST ADMIRATION OF HER MUSICAL TALENTS, INSCRIBED, BY HER VERY OBLIGED AND FAITHFUL SERVANT, T. M. ADVERTISEMENT. IN thus connecting together a series of songs by a thread of poetical narrative, the object has been to combine Recitation with Music, so as to enable a greater number of persons to take a share in the performance, by enlisting, as readers, those who may not feel themselves competent as singers. The Island of Zia, where the scene is laid, was called by the ancients Ceos, and was the birth-place of Simonides, Bacchylides, and other eminent persons. An account of its present state may be found in the Travels of Dr Clarke, who says, that it appeared to him to be the best cultivated of any of the Grecian Isles.-Vol. vi, p. 174. EVENINGS IN GREECE. FIRST EVENING. THE SKY IS BRIGHT. The sky is bright-the breeze is fair, And the main-sail flowing full and freeOur farewell word is woman's pray'r, And the hope before us-Liberty! Farewell-farewell. To Greece we give our shining blades, And our hearts to you, young Zian maids! The moon is in the heavens above, On the glorious strife of Liberty! To Greece we give our shining blades, Thus sung they from the bark, that now Virgin of Heaven! speed their way- Of parents in their wintry hour- Which now, alas, no more is seenThough every eye still turns to mark The moonlight spot where it hath been! Vainly you look, ye maidens, sires, And mothers, your beloved are gone;Now may you quench those signal fires, Whose light they long look'd back upon When, bless'd by Heaven, the Cross shall sweep There is a Fount on Zia's isle, On which the sun of Greece looks down, And that fair plant, whose tangled stems The summer, or the year's sweet prime,) The valley, where that Fount is born:- Stand with their leafy pride unfurl'd; While Commerce, from her thousand sails, Scatters their acorns through the world !5 'T was here, as soon as prayer and sleep (Those truest friends to all who weep), Had lighten'd every heart, and made Ev'n sorrow wear a softer shade'T was here, in this secluded spot, Amid whose breathings, calm and sweet, Nerium Oleander. In Cyprus it retains its ancient name, Rododaphne, and the Cypriots adorn their churches with the flowers on feast days."-Journal of Dr Sibthorp, alpole's Turkey. 2 Id. 3 Lonicera Caprifolium, used by the girls of Patmos for garlands. 4 Cuscuta Europaea. From the twisting and twining of the stems, it is compared by the Greeks to the dishevelled hair of the Nereids.-Walpole's Turkey. The produce of the island in these acorns alone amounts annually to fifteen thousand quintals."-Clarke's Travels. Grief might be soothed, if not forgot, The Zian nymphs resolv'd to meet Each evening now, by the same light That saw their farewell tears that night, And try, if sound of lute and song, If wandering mid the moonlight flowers, In various talk, could charm along, With lighter step, the lingering hours, Till tidings of that bark should come, Or victory waft their warriors home! When first they met-the wonted smile Of greeting having beam'd awhile,'T would touch ev'n Moslem heart to see The sadness that came suddenly O'er their young brows, when they look'd round And danced till morn outshone the stars! Of sorrow o'er such youthful breasts- They sat beneath the rising moon, That many a nymph, though pleased the while, Among these maidens there was one On its white towering cliffs, and seen Mutely they listen'd all-and well 1 Now Santa Maura, -the island from one of whose cliffs Sappho leaped into the sea. 3. The precipice, which is fearfully dizzy, is about one hundred and fourteen feet from the water, which is of a profound depth, as appears from the dark blue colour, and the eddy that plays round the pointed and projecting rocks."-Goodisson's Ionian Isles. Of whose white flowers, the Zian said, The immortal spot, o'er which the last While fresh to every listener's thought Which still-like sparkles of Greek fire, Undying, ev'n beneath the wave Burn on through Time, and ne'er expire! SAPPHO AT HER LOOM. As o'er her loom the LESBIAN maid Again the web she tried to trace, But tears fell o'er each tangled thread, While, looking in her mother's face, Who o'er her watchful lean'd, she said: I cannot weave, as once I wove- A silence follow'd this sweet air, As each in tender musing stood, At length a murmur, all but mute, Of some lost melody, some strain Of other times, whose faded trace She sought among those chords again. 1 See Mr Goodisson's very interesting description of all these cir cumstances. I have attempted, in these four lines, to give some idea of that beautiful fragment of Sappho, beginning Tàuzzta μätep, which represents so truly (as Warton remarks) the languor and listlessness of a person deeply in love." Slowly the half-forgotten theme (Though born in feelings ne'er forgot) Came to her memory-as a beam Falls broken o'er some shaded spot;And while her lute's sad symphony Fill'd up each sighing pause between, And love himself might weep to see (As fays behold the wither'd green Where late they danced) what misery May follow where his steps have been, Thus simply to the listening throng She breathed her melancholy song: WEEPING FOR THEE. WEEPING for thee, my love, through the long day, Nought left but memory-whose dreary tread Of many a stanza, this alone Had 'scaped oblivion-like the one Ev'n under music's melting art; And, while her hand, in dazzling flight, When the Balaika Is heard o'er the sea, Thou 'It dance the Romaika, My own love, with me. Then at the closing Of each merry lay, We'll lie, reposing, Beneath the night ray; Or if, declining, The moon leave the skies, We'll talk by the shining Of each other's eyes. Oh then, how featly The dance we 'll renew, Wandering fleetly Its light mazes through.' Till stars, shining o'er us From heaven's high bow'rs, Would give their bright chorus For one dance of ours! When the Balaika Is heard o'er the sea, Thou 'it dance the Romaika, How changingly for ever veers The heart of youth 'twixt smiles and tears! Now points to sunshine, now to rain. The shadow from each blooming brow, But say what shall the measure be? 'T was by the maids of DELOs led, Each dazzled eye that follow'd it!" While one young, dark-eyed Amazon, Whose step was air-like, and whose glance Flash'd, like a sabre in the sun, Sportively said- Shame on these soft And languid strains we hear so oft. Daughters of Freedom! have not we Learn'd from our lovers and our sires The Dance of GREECE, while Greece was freeThat Dance, where neither flutes nor lyres, upon the sand; in some of those groups the girl who led them chased the retreating wave,"-Douglas, on the Modern Greeks. In dancing the Romaika (says Mr Douglas), they begin in slow and solemn step till they have gained the time, but by degrees the air becomes more sprightly; the conductress of the dance sometimes setting to her partner, sometimes darting before the rest, and leading them through the most rapid revolutions; sometimes crossing under the hands, which are held up to let her pass, and giving as much liveliness and intricacy as she can to the figures, into which she conducts her companions, while their business is to follow her in all her movements, without breaking the chain, or losing the measure." But sword and shield clash on the ear Thus saying, she, with playful grace, Hung, shadowing each sunny charm, A mimic shield with pride display'd; Pluck'd off a lance-like twig, and said, And as their glossy locks, let free, Of a May moon, bounding along Peneus' silver-eddied 4 stream! And now they stepp'd, with measured tread, Now, to the mimic combat led, A heroine at each squadron's head, Struck lance to lance and sword to shield; « RAISE the buckler-poise the lance- Such were the sounds, to which the warrior boy Danc'd in those happy days, when GREECE was free; Thus did thy sons, oh GREECE, one glorious night, For a description of the Pyrrhic Dance, see De Guys, etc. It appears from Apuleius (lib. 10,) that this war-dance was, among the ancients, sometimes performed by females. * See the costume of the Greek women of Natolia in Castellen's Mours des Othomans. The sword was the weapon chiefly used in this dance. 4 Homer II. 2. 753. It is said that Leonidas and his companions employed themselves, |