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THE LIVING AGE.
No. 944.—5 July, 1862.
CONTENTS. 1. Gentz's Diary,
National Review, 2. The Prodigal Son. Chaps. 3 and 4,
By Dutton Cook, 3. The Herdsman of La Camargue,
Revue des deux Mondes,
3 23 32
POETRY.-Visions, 2. May-Day, 2. Gertrude ; or, Love till Death, 48. Dreams, 48.
SHORT ARTICLES.-European Recognition of the Rebels, 32. Chambers on Cheap Literature, 47. Markham's Travels, 47. Dr. Cumming's Popularity, 47.
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The Past all illusion-the Present fits from
us; BY JONATHAN FREKE SLINGSBY.
It dies as we grasp it and turns into Past. The Future, all darkness, gives only one prom
ise“A dream, and fruitless vision.”-Shakspeare. When our journey is over, the grave-rest at
last. V1810ns of beauty! dreams of my childhood ! Oh! let my spirit slumber no longer,
Come back again in your witching array ; Sweet as the warblings of birds in the wild
Lapped in those visions delusive and sad. wood,
Awake ! - let thy ken become clearer and Fresh as the dew-beads in mornings of May.
stronger Oh! let my spirit dreamily wander
To pierce those life-shadows, my soul, and be Once again back to those far-away hours ;
glad. Love as I loved then, purer and fonder,
All is not darkness---from regions elysian Heaven all sunshine and earth strewed with
Through the grave, as it opens, a light thou flowers.
canst view. Evanish ye shadows ! dissolve every vision !
For all things in heaven are real and true. Visions of glory! bright as the noon-day,
-Dublin University Magazine.
The flowery holiday
Of Shakspeare's England - with its golden Pleasure—the life-wine my soul sought to
As bright as ever passed,
In glitt'ring waters glassed,
And threading labyrinths of leaves and flowers. Visions of greatness, knowledge, and power!
Come back again as ye were in my prime; Mellow in promise of fruit from the flower,
The trees fresh-clad and cool, Fame from the lay-Manhood's ripe Autumn
Of murmured bliss are full, time.
A deep content is poured on nature's needs ; Oh! let my spirit cling in its longing
And joy is in the flow Still to those visions that flattered and fled; Of each pulsation low, Let me repeople my heart with the thronging Which sends the lakelet rippling to its reeds. Of phantoms that cheated, of hopes that are dead.
Fair princess! woodland queen!
The slender birch is seen,
With silken tresses to the sunshine spread; Visions ! all visions ! How sad to remember With gleams, like dazzling smiles,
Beauty and glory and greatness when gone And gay coquettish wiles, Spring, Summer, Autumn, all past—and De- The light laburnum shakes her golden head.
cember With snow-flake and cloud coming gloomily
Like bride on bridal morn, on !
There stands the snowy thorn, Echo of strings long untouched by the finger,— White, fragrant, flowery; and the lilac there, Odor of life when its flowers decay,
From every peachy plume, Memory-how fondly the soul loves to linger Shakes out a rich perfume, Through thy dim shadow-land wandering In waves of incense on the happy air. away.
So glad a day and fair,
Why do they not prepare Visions ! all visions ! - the dreams of the The May-pole gay, the dance upon the green ! sleeper.
The wooing in the glade Man walks in shadows from cradle to tomb, Would want no serenade, In shadows that ever grow darker and deeper The nightingales would greet the young May. As his life-sun goes down to its setting in Queen. gloom.
From The National Review. The himself dared to face only in the supposed
secrecy of absolute self-communion, and in
edge, the sense whereof, however much he
of Madlle. Assing's womanly sensitiveness.