THE GRAVE OF KORNER BY MRS. HEMANS. Charles Theodore Korner, the celebrated young German poet and soldier, was killed in a skirmish with a detachment of French troops, on the 26th of August, 1813, a few hours after the composition of his popular piece, "The Sword Song.' He was buried at the village of Wobbelin, in Mecklenburgh, under a beutiful oak, in a recess of which he had frequently deposited verses, composed by him white campaigning in its vicinity. The monument erected to his memory beneath this tree, is of cast iron, and the upper part is wrought into a lyre and sword, a favourite emblem of Korner's, from which one of his Works had been entitled. Near the grave of the poet is that of his only sister, who died of grief for his loss, having only survived him long enough to complete his portrait, and a drawing of his burial-place. Over the gate of the cemetry is engraved one of his own lines:-" Vergiss die treuen, Todten nicht."-Forget not the faithful dead.-See Downes' LETTERS FROM MECKLENBURGH, and KORNER'S PROSAISCHE AUFSATZE, &c. Von. C. A. Tiedge. GREEN wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest! Rest, bard! rest, soldier!-By the father's hand THE GRAVE OF KORNER. The oak waved proudly o'er thy burial-rite, 285 On thy crowned bier to slumber warriors bore thee, Thou hast a hero's tomb !-A lowlier bed Fame was thy gift from others--but for her, It was thy spirit, brother! which had made Woe, yet not long!-She lingered but to trace 286 THE GRAVE OF KORNER. The earth grew silent when thy voice departed, Here, with the Lyre and Sword! Have ye not met ere now ?-So let those trust SONG. BY HARTLEY COLERIDGE. SHE is not fair to outward view, Until she smiled on me: Oh, then I saw her eye was bright— But now her looks are coy and cold, And yet I cease not to behold Her very frowns are better far PRINCE WILLIAM OF ENGLAND. The melancholy death, by shipwreck, of this young Prince, has often been held up to commiseration. His fate may, however, suggest other ideas than those of mere compassion, when it is recollected he had frequently declared, that when he came to the throne of England, he would treat the English as slaves, and reduce them to the condition of beasts of burden. PRINCE WILLIAM's bark swept on, He trod the deck with all A future monarch's pride; And his stately form grew yet more tall He thought upon the hour When his unfettered hand Should stretch the rod of regal power But hate, and wrath, and cruelty, "Like oxen, they shall drag The plough for us, their lords; We'll spur them with our swords." 288 PRINCE WILLIAM OF ENGLAND. And loud the Normans laughed But youthful hearts soon spring Swift rushed the vessel on, And France was left behind; And loud and louder round For, who could dream that danger frowned But three long days have past, And still upon the main King Henry's anxious eyes are cast, To seek his son-in vain. He lay the waves beneath; And many an ocean gem Was round his brow-a mockery wreath |