Felicia Hemans

“ Therefore, beyond the Grave, I surely deem
That we shall meet again.
Come to me, when my soul
Hath but a few dim hours to linger here;
When earthly chains are as a shrivell'd scroll,
Oh! let me feel thy presence! be but near! ”

“ Whisper'd my native streams;
"Doth the spirit, rear'd amidst hill and grove,
Still revere its first high dreams?"
"Hast thou borne in thy bosom the holy prayer
Of the child in his parent-halls?"—
Thus breathed a voice on the thrilling air
From the old ancestral walls:
"Hast thou kept thy faith with the faithful dead,
Whose place of rest is nigh? ”

“ And cheer'd the winter hearth-do they return?
Joanna Baillie.
Come home!—there is a sorrowing breath
In music since ye went;
And the early flower-scents wander by,
With mournful memories blent:
The sounds of every household voice
Are grown more sad and deep,
And the sweet word—Brother—wakes a wish
To turn aside and weep. ”

“ Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 25, Pages 227-228
THE STORM-PAINTER* [1] IN HIS DUNGEON.
⁠—Where of ye, O tempests, is the goal!
Are ye like those that shake the human breast,
Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest? ”

“ Seest thou my home?—'Tis where yon woods are waving
In their dark richness, to the sunny air;
Where yon blue stream, a thousand flower-banks laving,
Leads down the hills a vein of light—'tis there! ”

“ I bear thy dust, my child!
I have ask'd the ancient deserts
To give my dead a place,
Where the stately footsteps of the free
Alone should leave a trace:
And the rocking pines made answer—
Go, bring us back thine own! ”

“ Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 25, Page 716
VIII.
THE DREAMING CHILD.
Alas! what kind of grief should thy years know?
Thy brow and cheek are smooth as waters are
When no breath troubles them. ”

“ I journey with the dead;
But my heart is strong, my step is fleet,
My father's path I tread.
F. H.
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*"A striking display of Indian character occurred some years since in a town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebeck tribe, remarkable for his good conduct, received a grant of land from the state, and fixed himself in a new township, where a number of families were settled. Though not ill treated, yet the common prejudice against Indians prevented any sympathy with him. This was shewn on the death of his only child, when none of the people came near him. ”

“ Storm and Night!
⁠F.H.
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* Pietro Mulier, called Il Tempesta, from his surprising pictures of storms. "His compositions," says Lanzi, "inspire a real horror, presenting to our eyes death-devoted ships overtaken by tempests and darkness, fired by lightning, now rising on the mountain-waves, and again submerged in the abyss of ocean." During an imprisonment of five years in Genoa, the pictures which he painted in his dungeon were marked by additional power and gloom.—See Lanzi's History of Painting, translated by Roscoe. ”