And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many

A dream of the truth

And the beauty of AnnieDrowned in a bath

Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently

To sleep on her breast

Deeply to sleep

From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,
She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm—
To the queen of the angels
To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,
Now in my bed,
(Knowing her love)

That you fancy me dead-
And I rest so contentedly,
Now in my bed,

(With her love at my breast)

That you fancy me dead

That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead.

But my heart it is brighter

Than all of the many

Stars in the sky,

For it sparkles with Annie

It glows with the light

Of the love of my Annie

With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.

BELOVED! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path(Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms-but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.

SCENES FROM "POLITIAN;"

AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA.

ROME.-A Hall in a Palace.

I.

ALESSANDRA and CASTIGLIONE.

Alessandra. Thou art sad, Castiglione.
Castiglione. Sad! not I.

Oh, I'm the happiest, happiest man in Rome!

A few days more, thou knowest, my Alessandra,
Will make thee mine. Oh, I am very happy!

Aless. Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing
Thy happiness!-what ails thee, cousin of mine ?
Why didst thou sigh so deeply?

Cas. Did I sigh?

I was not conscious of it. It is a fashion,

A silly-a most silly fashion I have

When I am very happy.

Aless. Thou didst.

dulged

Did I sigh?

(sighing.)

Too much of late, and I am vexed to see it.

Late hours and wine, Castiglione,-these

Will ruin thee! thou art already altered—

Thy looks are haggard-nothing so wears away

The constitution as late hours and wine.

Cas. (musing.) Nothing, fair cousin, nothing-not even deep sorrow

Wears it away like evil hours and wine.

I will amend.

Aless. Do it! I would have thee drop

Thy riotous company, too-fellows low born
Ill suit the like of old Di Broglio's heir

And Alessandra's husband.

Cas. I will drop them.

Aless. Thou wilt thou must. Attend thou also more To thy dress and equipage-they are over plain

For thy lofty rank and fashion-much depends

Upon appearances.

Cas. I'll see to it.

Aless. Then see to it !-pay more attention, sir, To a becoming carriage-much thou wantest

In dignity.

Cas. Much, much, oh, much I want

In proper dignity.

Aless. (haughtily). Thou mockest me, sir!
Cas. (abstractedly). Sweet, gentle Lalage!
Aless. Heard I aright?

I speak to him—he speaks of Lalage!

Sir Count! (places her hand on his shoulder) what art thou dreaming? He's not well!

What ails thee, sir?

Cas. (starting). Cousin! fair cousin!-madam !
I crave thy pardon-indeed I am not well-

Your hand from off my shoulder, if you please.
This air is most oppressive !—Madam-the Duke!
Enter Di Broglio.

Di Broglio. My son, I've news for thee !-hey-what's
the matter? (observing Alessandra).

I' the pouts Kiss her, Castiglione! kiss her,
You dog! and make it up, I say, this minute!
I've news for you both. Politian is expected
Hourly in Rome-Politian, Earl of Leicester !
We'll have him at the wedding. 'Tis his first visit
To the imperial city.

Aless. What! Politian

Of Britain, Earl of Leicester ?

Di Brog. The same, my love.

We'll have him at the wedding. A man quite young

In years, but grey in fame. I have not seen him,
But Rumour speaks of him as of a prodigy
Pre-eminent in arts, and arms, and wealth,
And high descent. We'll have him at the wedding.
Aless. I have heard much of this Politian.
Gay, volatile and giddy-is he not,
And little given to thinking?

Di Brog. Far from it, love.

No branch, they say, of all philosophy
So deep abstruse he has not mastered it.
Learned as few are learned.

Aless. 'Tis very strange!

I have known men have seen Politian
And sought his company. They speak of him
As of one who entered madly into life,
Drinking the cup of pleasure to the dregs.

Cas. Ridiculous! Now I have seen Politian
And know him well-nor learned nor mirthful he.
He is a dreamer, and a man shut out

From common passions.

Di Brog. Children, we disagree.

Let us go forth and taste the fragrant air
Of the garden. Did I dream, or did I hear
Politian was a melancholy man ?

(Exeunt.)

II.

ROME. A Lady's apartment, with a window open and looking into a garden. LALAGE, in deep mourning, reading at a table on which lie some books and a hand-mirror. In the background JACINTA (a servant maid) leans carelessly upon a chair.

Lal. Jacinta! is it thou?

Jac. (pertly). Yes, Ma'am, I'm here.

Lal. I did not know, Jacinta, you were in waiting.

Sit down!-let not my presence trouble you—

Sit down!-for I am humble, most humble.