And their far-off eyes the worth,

Of those whom they delight on earth, Which all the while, by charm serene, Is amply yet minutely seen

In the blue depths rolling green.

Then before me they appear,

Each with his divinest dear,

And in friendly zeal contend,

Which of all, to some great end
Of good and just, can raise to sight
Happiest visions of delight,

By themselves perhaps to be
After made reality.

But I may not fetch ye those.

Come then, old poetic shews,

Shadows of abstracted things,

That with your different colourings

Have in different ages been

The pomp and service of your Queen;

And with ye come, to close your trains,
Those who ruled your several reigns,
And best disposed ye, or indued,

To charm the thought-struck multitude.

Here Poetry waves her wand, and several stately and gorgeous visions pass through the air, the actual back-ground of the scene changing with them. For the first, the back-ground changes into groves, temples, and mountains, such as those of Delphos and Parnassus; and a music striking up, consisting of pipes, lyres, and timbrels, with a smell of incense accompanying, there passes through the air a line of ancient deities, Jupiter, the Muses, Venus, Apollo, Mercury, Cupid and Psyche, &c. who, vanishing all at once, are succeeded by the forms of Homer, Pindar, Theocritus, and the Greek tragedians, all crowned with laurel, and seated on a cloud in chairs of marble.

These vanish in the same manner; the back-ground shifts into a delicious scene of gardens and palaces, with castles at intervals and spots of wildness; and the

music after a short and rustic amatory strain on the harp, changes into an ardent flourish of trumpets, when a vision, in two groups, of horse and horsemen appears, part riding with dignity, others with a lightsome ease, others with a forward or rearing eagerness. The horses are variously trapped, but the horsemen all mantled with red cloaks over their suits of armour; and by their banners are recognized, in the first group, King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, Launcelot, Tristan, &c. and in the second, Charlemagne and his Peers, Roland, Rinaldo, and others. They are followed by bearded enchanters attired in long cloaks, and riding on griffins and other animals, with wands and books in their hands; when the whole suddenly vanishing are succeeded by the forms of Pulci, Ariosto, Tasso, and Spenser, crowned with laurel and seated on thrones of tapestry.

The back-ground then changes, for the third time, to an ethereal scene, in which hangs the Earth like a planet with the Moon moving round it; and to the sound of various and delightful music, a troop of

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