The ladies' garland. [volume], March 01, 1828, Page 152, Image 4

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MIL I ON
A foreign journal, says the Monthly Re
view, upon what authority we know not, re
lates the toiiuw ing t
“Milton ita» iti the Dimer ot Ins age
lien he went I reft St. Paul's School to
he Lriver-.it \ oft ambridge. tin account
: I the comeliness o! his |iersun anti the mo
le,m, nt ins manners, he was called the
;uioi.: I<' ti/ ot (Muuat\College. One sum
mer's dav, having sirolled into the countiy,
h*. was oven nine with heat and tatiguo, and
sa: down at tiie loot ot a tiee. wuert* lie tell
Weep.—During the slumber, two strange
‘allies happened to pass in then carriage
near the spot. t hey were struck with the
beau tv of the young student : they alighted,
and, after looking at him some time with
out awakening him, one ot them, a very
pretty girl, of about tifteen years of age,
took a pencil out ot her pocket, wrote some
lines on a slip of paper, and tremblingly
placed it in his hand, she immediately
returned with her companion to her car
riage, and was soon lust sight ot. Milton’s
oiupanioiis, who were looking tor him ove
v where, had observed Irom a distance,
this mute scene, w ithout being able to dis
tinguish the lace of the young man who was
letpin^ on the gra.-»b ; but on ;ij>|>ro;u:hmg
,.!m, alii i' til;' departure nt the \oung ladies,
they informed hi hi of what had just occur
red. The billot which Milton tumid in his
hand, told him something still more. He
opened it and read these words, taken lront
Guariniu:—** beauteous eyes, deadly stars,
authors ot all my woes, if sealed in sleep
you have wounded my heart, what would
have been vmir power had y- u been open r"
So strange an adventure was higlilv Halter
ing to his vanity. From that mnnieiit he
felt an irresistible desire to see the lair
Italian—-whom belong sought alter without
finding. For her sake he loved her charm
ing language. In order to discover her, he
ttavelleil to Genoa, Naples, Florence,
Rome, and all over Italy. To this fair in
cognita F.nglanil parti v owes a poem—Fuia
ii,e Lost—which sheds upon him si* much
glory . it was she, too, that beautiful Italian,
who, alwavs present to the poet's imagina
tion, animated with such lively colours the
portrait of Five and the Garden of Eden.—
This anecdote reminds u> of another, simi
lar and equally interesting, and which we
are about relating. Margaret of Scotland,
then the wife of the Dauphin, who was al
terwards Louts All, passing through a
toom in which Alinain (.’barter was asleep
in a chair, approached him and kissed him.
Due of her attendants expressing Ins sur
prise at it—"I did not,’she saui to him,
‘kiss the man, but the mouth from which so
many witty words and virtuous sayings
have proceeded.'”
Human Life—Like the sea, is exposed
io frequent hurricanes, and the evening of
the hnghest duv is often obscured and temp
.uiius. The wise ought to say of the world,
’s Falinurus, the famous pilot said of the
| mm, ‘•Shall I eoutide iii (hat imuwn —
j Should ivc leurii to distinguish the loliciiies
ot nature trum the chimeras of the world,
and to di'Cover truth in the midst ol the
shades that surround it ; to do this diould
he the constant aim of every mortal ; it is
indeed the one thint; necessary. '1 Ins man
ner ol lilt- should be the object of all our
desires, and it we could obtain it, there
would be no cause ol envy and discontent.
Hie last number ot that interesting little woik,
the *■ Juvenile Miscellany,” contains si verai pieces
ot beaut it'd poetry. Among the poetical articles,
U1 have re..-l tile following w til delight. It has a
simplicity and beauty of language which cannot
tad to please the y oung mind, and is so striking and
happy in its illustration et an important sentiment,
that :ts influence cannot fail to he salutary.
MOTH KK, \\ HA I IS 1)KA I H.
'‘Mother, hove still the ->aby lie-s,—
l cannot hear his breath .
1 cannot see h.s laughing eyes—
They tell me tins is death.
My little work 1 thought to bring,
And sit down by his bed,
And pleasantly I tried to sing ,
They hashed me — he is dead.
They say that he- again will rise,
More beautiful than now ;
1 hat (.ad will oless him in the skies,
Oh, mother tell me how
POETRY.
[EuStun Eh. /ice
•• Daughter, do you remember, di ar,
I he col.i dark thing \ou brought,
And laid upon the casement here,
A wither’d worm, you thought
1 told you that Almighty power
Could break the withered shell,
And show you in a luture hour,
Something would please you well.
I.ook at the chty sails, mv love,
An empty shell ,t lies 1
Now raise your wondering glance above,
To where yon insect tiies !’’
Oh, yes, mamma I how very gay
Its wings, of starry gold—
And see 1 it lightly flies away
Ueyonu my gentle hold !
Oh mother, now 1 know full welt—
It Cod that worm can change,
And draw it from this broken eel!.
On golden wings to range—
How beautiful will brother he.
When God shall give him wings,
Above this dying world to dee.
And live with heavenly things.”
Charlestan, S. C.
C G.
To a Lady who was atixious that her son should
be a Pot t.
Oh wish it not!
That with the minstrel’s hallow’d fire
Thy son belov’d should sweep the lyre
Should \ (Kithful fancy won to shed
Her brilliant visions o’er Ins head
Or bid the tale of tender » oe
In solemn cadence sadly flow ,
Oh wish it cct !
1 or tho1 true it has the power
lo sooth misfortune’s lieaty hour,
( an many a u 11>s supreme impart
I hat never warm’d the st-lfi~ii heutf,
1 hough of’t by it the purer mind
Is even to erstacy refined ;
Vet w ish it not !
1 hough round the heart that feels its swat,
The kinder passions gently plai,
And pn-tr.pt to shed the pitying tear
To Mercy and to Virtue dear.
Or trout the bosom draw the sigh
I hat’s bn ath' i for human misery 1
Vet wish it not I
Tito’ feeling and afl'-ction warm
flie breast that nans its magic charrr
Tho’ it can b d us proudly tow T
Superior to life's little hour
Or lift the thought sublime to scan
f he paradox of N Pure—Man ;
Vet w ish it not !
For oh ' believe me many a woe
Corrodes the heart that feels its glow
It makes us scorn the petty strife
And atix nus cares of busy life,
And cherish feelings too refin’d
•Tor bim who mingles with mankind .
Then wish it not !
Prudence forgot—the raptur'd soul
Follows each fancy’s wild control ;
Wealth w ith supreme contempt he views
And thinks superior far, the muse ;
Heedless of interest, many an hour
lie loses in herlatttel bow’r ;
Then wish it not 1
His faults condemn’d, his powers forget,
Despa,r or poverty his lot ;
The high aspirings dash’d to earth,
Obscured the mind that gave them birth
j Kxlmct liis fire—his reason flown,
Oft madness claims him for Ins own ;
Then tOsh it not !
For w hat avails the voice of fame,
The laurell’d bust, the deathless name
'I lie only meed the poet gains
For all his sorrow, all his pains ;
I Too late ’tis given—too late our sighs.
To tnuurn the woes he felt arise ;
He hears them not I
There are but few contemporary minstrels that
can give such magic to the lyre a« the hand of the
improvisatrice, Miss L lx L of the London Lite
rary (.azette, imparts lo it; and whose tones are so
simple, sweet and tender, and withal so airy ant
harmonious as hers. •»
SONG.
Oh, it is not for the laurel's sake
t hat 1 so love the lute ;
M ere those green leaves its only meet'
For me its chords w ere mute.
Hut I love to wake the song,
For it so w ell res cals,
\\ ith ever low and gentle tones
All that my spirit feels
O tell me not that general praise
Sheds 6un light on my name :
What has a woman’s feaiful near’
To do with aught like fame ?
But the one charm that makes my lute
So very dear to me,
Is, 'hat it can breathi of love !
And it can breathe to thee !
L. F.. L
I.ord Bvron.— \ history of the private life of
Bvron is expected soon to make its appearance It
is said to contain an account t alltli3t occurred to
the noble poet during: his residence at F S3 and
Oenea,