SONNET.

BLIND, senseless, self-will'd creatures of an hour!
Come ye once more in your unhallow'd might
To prove if grovelling Monarchy have power
To quench the soaring mind's eternal light,
And wrap the world again in Slavery's night?—
Will men for ever crouch to ye, and cower

Beneath your selfish sway?-or now unite
To shew how well th' unshackled arm cam smite?
On with your fetter'd thousands!-Did they fear
(No coward trembling does their zeal betoken)
Tyranny's myriads, they had never broken
The chains which kings so cherish and revere;
On with your forces! their resolve is spoken-
If Freedom be denied-then Death is dear!

J.W.DALBY.

STANZAS UPON NAPLES.

THE foot of the Invader

Is upon Naples' shore,

And they who ne'er betray'd her
Must guard her rights once more;
The slaves of the Enslaver

Are marching 'gainst the free;

But Naples bolder, braver,
Shall spurn, their tyranny,
The arts of the Deceiver

Are used to work her fall;
But Naples shall retrieve her
Name, and Fame, and all!
The shout of thousands rising
Is heard from Sea to Sea,
From shore to shore uprising,
The war-cry of the Free!
The arms of the unyielding
Are lifted in defence;

Truth, right and freedom shielding,
They drive oppressors hence.
The tyrants shall be beaten,
The corses of their slaves

Shall soon be thrown to sweeten
Amid wild Ocean's waves.

J. W. DALBY.

STANZAS

OCCASIONED BY THE DASTARDLY SUBMISSION OF THE NEAPOLITANS.*

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,

The only throb she gives

Is when some heart indignant breaks
To shew that still she lives!

AND so ye have fallen away

From your promise of deeds of daring! Ye bend to the Austrian's sway,

Dispirited, sunk, and despairing!

And beautiful Italy's day

Moore.

That just seem'd from its clouds emerging, (Delusively bright was that ray!)

Again into darkness is verging.

But have ye thus servilely fled,

Nor hazarded even a struggle?

Has all that ye've vauntingly said

Been the insincere breath of a juggle?

Oh, then be dark shame on the head

Whose laurel-wreath Freedom was twining;

To honour and virtue so dead,

In scoru let us leave her repining!

What tears were not shed o'er her fate!
What prayers were not offer'd to Heaven
That she might rise fearless and great

From the tortures by which she was riven!

No longer with fond hope elate,

The faith that thus cheer'd us departed, Oh, why should we mourn the low state

Of pretenders thus base and mean-hearted?

Fallen, fallen for ever are they

Who once were the proudest and bravest! Old Tiber! thy pride past away

Polluted the shores which thou lavest.

Since the writing of these stanzas circumstances have transpired, which are calculated perhaps to cause com passion rather than to claim censure on the parties engaged in this mysterious affair; I fear, however, that the conduct of some persons remains uncleared, and demands the most indignant reprehension.

Italia! thy sons can obey

The rod which the German waves o'er them!
Gone by is their conquering day,

The spirit which won all before them!
Unworthy their patriot sires,

Unworthy their records of glory,
They feel not the generous fires

That glow in the page of their story;
They know not the mighty desires
That unshackled virtue possesses-
They boast not the soul that aspires
To Freedom's ennobling caresses!
March 30, 1821.

J. W. DALBY.

ON THE BIRTH OF MY SON. Hail to Thee, Heavenly Father of Light!

Who guardest the Rose of my bosom this night;
Who didst bear her through anguish, and danger, and
pain,

To repose on the breast of her husband again!
Hail to Thee, Heavenly ruler of all!

Who didst hear in the moment of sadness my call,
And didst deign to look down on the sorrows of one
Who could mock at thy word, and thine altar-place
shun!

To Thee, who hast shielded the mother so dear,
And that pledge of affection, our hope and our fear.
To Thee be the prayer of a long erring heart,
Which has wandered, but never again will depart!
Oh no! for the son thou hast guarded for me
I will bend me for ever and ever to thee;
For the partner, upheld amid danger and fear,
I will offer the heart which is now throbbing here.
In future, thy holiest of temples shall see

A sinner forgiveness beseeching in me;

Who will throw off the mantle of sin which he wore,
And be stain'd with its vices and follies no more.
And Oh! teach my offspring for ever to trace
The path of Religion, the Temple of Grace:
And when the dark fiat of death summons me,
May I merit a Father and Saviour in thee.

J. N. NEWMAN.

THE NOBLE RESOLUTION: A TALE.
(Resumed from page 228.)

"An elegant house, expensive furniture, whatever fashion and taste could procure in the article of dress, to flatter in young minds the propensities of self-love, by affording new splendour or new attractions to beauty; all this, (said Salvary,) anticipated my wife's desires, and there also poured in upon her, as it were spontaneously, a select society, formed by her own inclination, which shewed her the most flattering attentions; nothing, in short, that could render home agreeable was ever wanting.

"My wife was too young to consider it necessary to regulate and reduce my expences. Ah! had she known how much I risked to please her, with what resolution would she not have opposed it. But as she brought me a handsome fortune, it was natural for her to conclude, that I also was in affluent circumstances. She imagined, at least, that my situation in life allowed No. 54

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me to place my establishment upon a genteel footing, she perceived nothing in it that was unsuitable to my profession, and on consulting her female friends "she was told that all this was highly proper, all this was no more than decent." Alas! I said so too, and Adriina alone, in her modest and sweetly ingenuous manner, asked me, if I conceived it necessary to incur such expences to render myself amiable in her eyes. "I cannot be insensible," said she, " to the pains you take to render me happy; and I should be so, without that unnecessary trouble. You love me, and that is enough to excite the envy of these young women. What satisfaction can you find in increasing it, by wishing me to eclipse them? leave them their advantages, which I shall not envy. Let the frivolity of taste, let whim and vain superfluity be their delight. Love and happiness shall be mine."

I was still in the height of my affliction, when my wife's father sent his notary with the information, accompanied with a few words of slight condolence, that the writings were drawn up to transfer back into his hands the fortune* which I had received from him. Indignant at this indecent precipitation, I answered, that I was quite prepared! and the next day the fortune was returned; the jewels that I had given to his daughter, and the other articles of value for her own particular use, became also his property, for he had a legal right to them. I represented the inhumanity of requiring me, after eighteen months' marriage, to submit to so severe a law. But, with all the impatience of a greedy claimant, he insisted upon it as his right. I submitted; and this severe exaction made some noise in the world. Then did the envy my hap

By the laws of France, on the death of the mother and issne, her fortune reverts back to her family.