fairies first cross the air with gestures of quaint pretension and tricksome loveliness, then a company of ordinary human beings from the king to the peasant, and then again, creatures of the fancy, Ariel, Caliban, Comus, &c. ending with the majestic but melancholy form of Satan, sailing along in a swarthy mist. These vanishing

in their turn, are replaced by three Gothic seats, in which are enthroned the shapes of Chaucer, Shakspeare, and Milton, crowned with laurel, and holding globes in their hands,-the first a terrestrial, the third a celestial, and the second a double one of both. The whole then disappears; a tremulous and small music is heard as in conclusion; and while the original scene is returning in the back-ground, Poetry descends on the wing, and seats herself in a reclining posture, on an upper part of the cloud, a little behind the head of Liberty.

Lib. Filler of deep thoughts with bliss,
Supplying what on earth we miss,

Finish'd Goddess, thanks for this!

SHE CONTINUES.

And now the two great blessings of the time,
Whom all may know,-the only true amenders,
The builders of glad homes,-let them appear,
And strike into our smiles security ;-

EXPERIENCE old the one, scar-cheek'd and sage,
Whose touch is thought;-the other a fresh knight,
Long tranc'd in Gothic sepulchre, now freed
And turn'd to youth again, whom this my champion,
The Genius with his ready-laurell'd hair,
Brought back to light victoriously, through crowds
Of grinning lumps and chattering enmities,
Who gnaw'd themselves for spite to view the arm
Should drive their ancient darkness,-EDUCATION.

Enter EXPERIENCE crossing the stage, a troop of sorrowful spirits sailing before him, and another of joyful ones skimming after, the music shifting from grave to gay accordingly. He is a venerable figure, with a white uncovered head, a touchstone in one hand, a pilgrim's staff in the other, and wearing a grey robe over a suit of battered armour. As he goes by, he

salutes Liberty with a gesture of benediction, the Goddess crossing her arms in return, and bending her pleased head in acknowledgment.

EDUCATION follows from the same side and in the same path; and is a smiling, manly youth, in a succinct habit, with a sheathed sword hanging behind him, and holding up in display a golden book, from which a light strikes on the faces of a troop of boys who precede him in habits of different colours, and who look back upon it as they go lightly along, holding each other's hands at arm's length. Two guardian angels follow on the wing, the one crowned with roses, the other bearing a light yoke on her neck and resting her arm on her companion's shoulder, who turns affectionately to look at her. These are Pleasure and Duty.— As the youth passes, he bows his head reverently, and takes his benediction from Liberty, as she received hers from his fore-runner.

Lib. These for the mind.-Now for the body's bles

sings,

Without whose help the over-conscious mind,
Prison'd from power of change, inhabits it
Like a sad spirit pent in his own wand,-
The thing which he should lightly bear about
For his free purposes. Summon them in,
Sweet Peace, and smooth us with another song.
Then for
my wisest contrast, and so finish.

THE FOURTH SONG OF PEACE.

O Thou that art our Queen again,

And may in the sun be seen again,

Come, CERES, come,

For the war's gone home,

And the fields are quiet and green again.

The air, dear Goddess, sighs for thee,

The light-heart brooks arise for thee,

And the poppies red

On their wistful bed

Turn up their dark blue eyes for thee.

Laugh out in the loose green jerkin

That's fit for a goddess to work in,

With shoulders brown,

And the wheaten crown

About thy temples perking.

And with thee come Stout Heart in,

And Toil, that sleeps his cart in,

And Exercise,

The ruddy and wise,

His bathed forelocks parting.

And Dancing too, that's lither

Than willow or birch, drop hither,

To thread the place

With a finishing grace,

And carry our smooth eyes with her.

Enter three rustic figures of Stout Heart, Toil, and Exercise, with a band of Reapers and Vine-gatherers,