A broken fragment, black, and scorched, and burnt, still marks the spot; and Portuguese guides, with scarcely suppressed exultation, relate to travellers the fate of the regiment of French cuirassiers, and the Peasant of Portugal. SONNET. On leaving a favourite Picture. BY MISS M. R. MITFORD. YOUNG world of peace and loveliness farewell! By yon old church; the smoke from that small cell Of summer air, fresh, delicate, and true, Breathing of light and life—the master spell! Of Spenser, or Mozart's fine melody. THE CONTADINA. BY DELTA. I. Most cheerful Contadina!-thy lapsing years glide o'er, Serenely, like the elfin waves that melt on Nemi's shore; Thy heart is full of pleasant thoughts, thy tongue is void of guile, The eloquence of purest truth effulges in thy smile; No dark malignant passions break thy bosom's chaste repose, But softest sleep and sweetest dreams thy tranquil spirit knows ; Through sunny day and starry night propitious fates decree Whate'er of brightest, blithest, best, the world contains for thee! II. Most lovely Contadina !-in thy sparkling, speaking eye, Gleams the purity and depth of thine own Italian sky; |