rose and gave to the sun, moon and stars their circular motion. Solid matter fell down and formed the earth and the sea, whence sprang animals and fishes-almost in the same manner that the multitude of insects and of other animals in Egypt are still seen to issue from the earth, tempered by the waters of the Nile." The Egyptian mythology had two senses, one sacred and sublime, the other sensible and palpable. The priests placed the sphinxes at the entrance on their temples thereby to show that their theology contained secrets of wisdom under enigmatical words. For instance, the inscription on the statues of Isis was in these mystic words: "I am all that has been, all that shall be, and no mortal has ever taken off my veil." Their theology had, therefore, two significations, one holy and symbolical, the other vulgar and literal. The figures of animals represented in temples, and which they seemed to worship, were nothing but hieroglyphics intended to represent divine attributes. In studying their sacred language, the hieroglyphics of which were emblems, one sees that they generally believed an inanimate and confused nature could not be the origin of all things. They believed that there was a supreme intelligence that had created the world, and that there was also in man an intelligence superior to the body, and which was called the soul. But this great and sublime idea was admitted and preserved by the priests, who were more enlightened than the multitude, and, as they highly appreciated an opinion which elevated them so far above other men, they enveloped it with impenetrable mysteries. Even the priests themselves were not admitted to a knowledge of those mysteries until they had passed through the most terrible trials. These trials were called initiations. As the objects and forms of worship among the Egyptians were confided to the priests alone, their rites were characterized by blindness, ignorance, bigotry and superstition. perstition. In these absurdities and mummeries they surpassed all other nations. mes. The stories which history affords in relation to the Egyptian mythology are meagre. They paid adoration to animals, birds, insects and vegetables, such as garlic, leeks and onions. Juvenal intimates that their religious exercises were not held in estimation by the Romans, but history makes mention of their principal deities. They adopted eight great gods, the Sun, Saturn, Rhea, Jupiter, Vulcan, Vesta and Mercury, or HerChronos, or Saturn, having married Rhea, became the father of Osiris and Isis, or, according to some, of Jupiter and Juno. According to others, Jupiter was the father of five other deities, Osiris, Isis, Typhon, Apollo and Aphrodite, or Venus. The ancients varied in their opinions respecting Osiris, and the Greeks have blended the attributes of others with his. They bestowed on him the divine honors with which Jupiter, Bacchus, Serapis, Pluto, Pan, Anubis, and so on, were loaded. So Isis was the Phrygian Cybele, the Eleusinian Ceres, the Athenian Pallas, the Cypriot Venus, the Cretan Diana, the Sicilian Proserpine, the Roman Bellona, and the like. Thus one nature was comprehended in Osiris and Isis. The Egyptians called the sun "Osiris," and the moon "Isis." With them Osiris signified" full of eyes, very clear sighted;" Isis signified the "antique," because they thought the moon eternal. WILLIAM DARLINGTON. LOVE WITHOUT RETURN. RIEVE not, fond man, nor A note of merry laughter comes from far; I hear of distant herds the tinkle low; let one tear Steal from thine eyes; Down in the vale, where cool the shadows she'll hear No more of Cupid's shafts; they fly For wounding her; so Thy easy breast, and not have like return? Let, then, her frigid coolness move are, The brook goes by with constant murmur ing flow. The same bird sings that did one year ago, I hear the hum of insect life again; All things seem bright and beautiful; but oh, 'Tis not the same bright world that it was then. Yes, all is changed, though outwardly the same: The bird no longer sings to listening ear; Though all the west with crimson is aflame, The day seems like November, gray and drear. When I would see, there comes a blinding tear Through which I only see a golden past; There comes a memory, when I would hear, Of hopes which were too beautiful to last. A year ago--but one short year ago I stood and waited in this selfsame spot; Then was my life with beauty all aglow: I trusted love, for then love failed me not. I watched his coming ere he had forgot The well-worn path that led him to my side; Then came he always: now he cometh not, But in his absence only hope hath died. Love dies not thus. Though in that parting hour Were spoken bitter words, if love be true They are forgotten ere at morn the flower From off her silken petals rolls the dew. Love dies not quickly. Ah! he never knew As deep a love as that I felt for him. Alas! I fear me men who love are few: LOVE. OVE is the blossom where there blows Why sigh in vain? Why should my Love no medicine can appease: sight grow dim? Night after night I've stood and waited here, And watched for him e'en as I waited then He burns the fishes in the seas; Not all the skill his wounds can stench, While in his leaves there shrouded lay Waited in trembling hope, and then in Sweet birds for Love that sing and play. fear, Then in despair: he comes no more again. hair, JOYS. GILES FLETCHER. That, though my heart ached with a numb- HOW fading are the joys we dote upon ! ing pain, When he should come he'd find me not less fair. Like apparitions seen and gone; Like angels' visits, short and bright, Come back to me, dear love, come back to Mortality's too weak to bear them long. And died. Does youth, does beauty, read So if I dream I have the line? Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm? Speak, dead Maria; breathe a strain divine: Even from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship and as fond in love, Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die 'Twas even to thee-yet, the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high IMAGE WILLIAM MASON. THE DREAM. MAGE of her whom I love more than she Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, and makes her love me I have you, you, For all our joys are but fantastical, To this gross clay confined, flutters on earth As kings do coins, to which their stamps And view with piercing eyes the grand impart The value, go, and take my heart from hence, heart from hence, Which now is grown too great and good for me. Honors oppress weak spirits, and our sense see. machine, Worlds above worlds, subservient to His Who, veiled in clouded majesty, alone move And changeful seasons in their turns advance, When you are gone, and reason gone with Unmoved, unchanged himself,-yet this at you, Then phantasy is queen, and soul and all; She can present joys meaner than you do, Convenient and more proportional. least Grant me propitious: an inglorious life |