By fire and storm, Heaven tries the Christian's worth,

And joy departs, to wean us from the earth,
Where still too long, with beings born to die,
Time hath dominion o'er Eternity.

Yet not the less, o'er all the heart hath lost,
Shall Faith rejoice, when Nature grieves the most;
Then comes her triumph! through the shadowy
gloom,

Her star in glory rises from the tomb,

Mounts to the day-spring, leaves the cloud below,

And gilds the tears that cease not yet to flow.!

Yes, all is o'er! fear, doubt, suspense are fled,

Let brighter thoughts be with the virtuous dead!

The final ordeal of the soul is past,

And the pale brow is seaTd to Heaven at last !*

And thou, loved spirit! for the skies mature,
Steadfast in faith, in meek devotion pure;
Thou that didst make the home thy presence blest,
Bright with the sunshine of thy gentle breast,
Where peace a holy dwelling-place had found,
Whence beam'd her smile benignantly around;
Thou, that to bosoms widow'd and bereft
Dear, precious records of thy worth hast left,
The treasured gem of sorrowing hearts to be,
Till Heaven recall surviving love to thee!—

• "Till we have sealed the servants of God in their foreheads."— Revelations.

O cherished and revered! fond memory well
On thee, with sacred, sad delight, may dwell!
So pure, so hlest thy life, that death alone
Could make more perfect happiness thine own;
He came—thy cup of joy, serenely bright,
Full to the last, still flow'd in cloudless light;
He came—an angel, bearing from on high
The all it wanted—Immortality!

FROM THE ITALIAN OF GARCILASSO DE LA VEGA.

Divine Eliza!—since the sapphire sky
Thou measur'st now on angel wings, and feet
SandalTd with immortality—oh why
Of me forgetful!—Wherefore not entreat
To hurry on the time when I shall see
The veil of mortal being rent in twain,
And smile that I am free?

In the third circle of that happy land
Shall we not seek together, hand in hand,
Another lovelier landscape, a new plain,
Other romantic streams and mountains blue,
And other vales, and a new shady shore,
When I may rest, and ever in my view
Keep thee, without the terror and surprise
Of being sunder'd more I

FROM THE ITALIAN OF SANNAZARO.

Oh! pure and blessed soul

That, from thy clay's control Escaped, hast sought and found thy native sphere,

And from thy crystal throne

Look'st down, with smiles alone,
On this vain scene of mortal hope and fear;

Thy happy feet have trod

The starry spangled road,
Celestial flocks by field and fountain guiding,

And from their erring track

Thou charm'st thy shepherds back, With the soft music of thy gentle chiding,

O ! who shall Death withstand—

Death, whose impartial hand
Levels the lowest plant and loftiest pine!

When shall our ears again

Drink in so sweet a strain,
Our eyes behold so fair a form as thine 1

APPEARANCE OF THE SPIRIT OF THE CAPE TO VASCO DE GAMA.

(translated From The Fifth Book Of The Lusiad Of

CAMOENS.)

Propitious winds our daring bark impell'd,
O'er seas which, mortal ne'er till then beheld,
When as one eve, devoid of care, we stood
Watching the prow glide swiftly through the flood,
High o'er our heads arose a cloud so vast,
O'er sea and heaven a fearful shade it cast:
Awful, immense, it came! so thick, so drear,
Its gloomy grandeur chill'd our hearts with fear,
And the dark billow heaved with distant roar,
Hoarse, as if bursting on some rocky shore.

Thrill'd with amaze, I cried, " Supernal Power!
What mean the omens of this threatening hour?
What the dread mystery of this ocean-clime,
So darkly grand, so fearfully sublime?"
Scarce had I spoke, when lo! a mighty form,
Tower'd through the gathering shadows of the storm;
Of rude proportions and gigantic size,
Dark features, rugged beard, and deep-sunk eyes;
Fierce was his gesture, and his tresses flew,
Sable his lips, and earthly pale his hue.

Well may I tell thee, that his limhs and height,
In vast dimensions and stupendous might,
Surpass'd that wonder, once the sculptor's boast,
The proud Colossus of the Rhodian coast.
Deep was his voice, in hollow tones he spoke,
As if from ocean's inmost caves they broke;
And but that form to view, that voice to hear,
Spread o'er our flesh and hair cold deadly thrills of fear.

"Oh! daring band," he cried, " far, far more bold
Than all whose deeds recording fame has told;
Adventurous spirits! whom no bounds of fear
Can teach one pause in rapine's fierce career;
Since, bursting thus the barriers of the main,
Ye dare to violate my lonely reign,
Where, till this moment, from the birth of time,
No sail e'er broke the solitude sublime:
Since thus ye pierce the veil by Nature thrown
O'er the dark secrets of the deep Unknown,
Ne'er yet reveal'd to aught of mortal birth,
Howe'er supreme in power, unmatched in worth;
Hear from my lips what chastisements of fate,
Rash, bold intruders! on your course await!
What countless perils, woes of darkest hue,
Haunt the vast main and shores your arms must
yet subdue!

Know that o'er every bark, whose fearless helm. Invades, like yours, this wide mysterious realm, Unmeasured ills my arm in wrath shall pour, And guard with storms my own terrific shore! And on the fleet, which first presumes to brave The dangers throned on this tempestuous wave,