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Half-clothed, dark-featured, motionless lay | "That I should be afraid of him I love!
she,
I have done ill. If he should beat me now,
The once strong mother, now devoid of life; I would not blame him. Did not the door
Disheveled spectre of dead misery-

All that the poor leaves after his long strife.

The cold and livid arm, already stiff,

Hung o'er the soaked straw of her wretched bed.

The mouth lay open horribly, as if

move?

Not yet, poor man." She sits with careful brow,

Wrapped in her inward grief; nor hears the

roar

Of winds and waves that dash against his prow,

The parting soul with a great cry had fled- Nor the black cormorant shrieking on the

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The man looked grave, and in the corner cast
His old fur bonnet, wet with rain and sea;
Muttered a while, and scratched his head--at
last,

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"We have five children, this makes seven,"

said he.

Already in bad weather we must sleep
Sometimes without our supper. Now-Ah,

well,

'Tis not my fault. These accidents are deep; It was the good God's will. I cannot tell.

'Why did he take the mother from those

scraps,

No bigger than my fist? 'Tis hard to read; A learned man might understand perhaps

So little, they can neither work nor need.

"Go fetch them, wife; they will be frightened

sore,

If with the dead alone they waken thus; That was the mother knocking at our door,

And we must take the children home to us.

This

| by the Romans in the early and more
martial ages: I read of no collections ante-
cedent to those made by Æmilius, Paulus,
and Lucullus, the latter of whom, being a
learned men of his time to have free access
man of great magnificence, allowed the
to his library, but neither in his lifetime
nor at his death made it public property.
Cornelius Sylla, before his dictatorship,
plundered Athens of a great collection of
books, which had been accumulating from
the time of the tyranny, and these he
brought to Rome, but did not build or
endow any library for public use.
was at last undertaken by Julius Cæsar
upon an imperial scale not long before his
death, and the learned M. Varro was em-
ployed to collect and arrange the books
for the foundation of an ample library;
its completion, which was interrupted by
the death of Julius and the civil wars sub-
sequent thereto, was left for Augustus,
who assigned a fund out of the Dalmatian
booty for this purpose, which he put into
the hands of the celebrated Asinius Pollio,
who therewith founded a temple to liberty
on Mount Aventine, and with the help of

"Brother and sister shall they be to ours,
And they shall learn to climb my knee at Sylla's and Varro's collections, in addition

even.

When he shall see these strangers in our bowers,

More fish, more food, will give the God of

to his own purchases, opened the first public library in Rome, in an apartment annexed to the temple above mentioned. Two others were afterward instituted by the same emperor, which he called the Octavian and Palatine libraries; the first, so named in honor of his sister, was placed "I will work harder; I will drink no wine-in the temple of Juno; the latter, as its Go fetch them. Wherefore dost thou linger,

heaven.

dear?

Not thus were wont to move those feet of thine."

title specifies, was in the imperial palace; these libraries were royally endowed with establishments of Greek and Latin librarians, of which C. Julius Hyginus, the

She drew the curtain, saying, “They are grammarian, was one.

here."

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The Emperor Tiberius added another library to the palace, and attached his new building to that front which looked towards the Via Sacra, in which quarter he himself resided. Vespasian endowed a public library in the Temple of Peace. Trajan founded the famous Ulpian library in his new forum, from whence it was at last removed to the Collis Viminalis to furnish the baths of Dioclesian. The Capitoline library is supposed to have been founded with the noble edifice to which it was by Domitian, and was consumed, together attached, by a stroke of lightning in the time of Commodus. The Emperor Hadrian enriched his favorite villa with a superb collection of books, and lodged

them in a temple dedicated to Hercules. | These were, in succeeding times, so multiplied by the munificence and emulation of the several emperors, that in the reign of Constantine Rome contained no less than twenty-nine public libraries, of which the principal were the Palatine and the Ulpian.

ing these public libraries which ought not to be omitted, as it marks the liberal spirit of their institution: it was usual to appropriate an adjoining building for the use and accommodation of students, where everything was furnished at the emperor's cost; they were lodged, dieted, and attended by servants specially appointed, and supplied with everything, under the eye of the chief librarian, that would be wanting whilst they were engaged in their studies, and had occasion to consult the books; this establishment was kept up in a very princely style at Alexandria in particular, where a college was endowed and a special fund appointed for its support, with a president and proper officers under him, for the entertainment of learned strangers, who resorted thither from various parts to consult those invaluable collections which that famous library contained in all branches of science.

Though books were then collected at an immense expense, several private citizens of fortune made considerable libraries. Tyrannio, the grammarian, even in the time of Sylla, was possessed of three thousand volumes, Epaphroditus, a grammarian also, had in later times collected thirty thousand of the most select and valuable books; but Sammonicus Serenus bequeathed to the Emperor Gordian a library containing no less than sixty-two thousand volumes. It was not always a love of literature that tempted people to these expenses, for Seneca complains of the vanity of the age in furnishing their banqueting rooms with books, not for use but for show, and in a mere spirit of profusion. Their baths, both hot and cold, A PICTURE OF FRANCE AFTER were always supplied with books to fill up an idle hour amongst the other recreations of the place; in like manner their country houses and even public offices were provided for the use and amusement of their guests and clients.

THE REVOLUTION.

From the Bassevilliana.

[Vincenzo Monti. This poet, one of the most famous among the modern Italians, was born near

Fusignano, a town of Romagna, February 19th, 1754.

His earliest years were passed under the instruction of

his parents, who belonged to the class of small landholders. He was then put to school in Faenza, where

he learned the Latin language. He was destined by his father to the labors of agriculture, but showing an invincible repugnance to occupations of this sort, he was sent to the University of Ferrara, to study the law or medicine. He attempted in vain to interest himself in professional studies, and then gave himself wholly up

to literature and poetry. His talents attracted the attention of Cardinal Borghese, the legate at Ferrara, who took him to Rome, with the elder Monti's consent. Suwarrow's invasion of Italy, in 1799, compelled Monti to take refuge in France. He was reduced, for a time, to the most miserable state of destitution; but the vic

The Roman libraries, in point of disposition, much resembled the present fashion observed in our public ones; for the books were not placed against the walls, but brought into the area of the room, in separate cells and compartments, where they were lodged in presses; the intervals between these compartments were richly ornamented with inlaid plates of glass and ivory and marble bass-relievos. In these compartments, which were furnished with desks and couches for the accommodation of readers, it was usual to place statues of learned men, one in each; and this, we may observe, is one of the few elegances which Rome was not indebted to Greece for, the first idea having been started by the accomplished Pollio, who in his library on Mount Aventine set up the statue of his illustrious contemporary, Varro, even whilst he was living; it was usual also to ornament the press where any consider the Iron Crown, member of the Legion of Honor, and able author's works were contained with Historiographer of the kingdom. He thereupon wrote his figure in brass or plaster of a smaller the first six cantos of the Bardo della Selva Nera, size. which appeared in 1806. In conjunction with his acThere is one more circumstance attend-complished son-in-law, Count Giulio Perticari, he en

tories of Napoleon, after his return from Egypt, revived Marengo, and received a professorship in the Univer

his hopes

He returned to Italy after the battle of

sity of Pavia, which he held three years, when he was invited to Milan, and appointed by Napoleon Assessor of the Ministry of the Interior, Court Poet, Knight of

gaged in a warm controversy with the Della Cruscans, on the question between the Tuscan and the Italian. He also published a new edition of the Convito of Dante. Returning to poetical composition, he wrote an idyl on the Nuptials of Cadmus. His poetic labors were interrupted in April, 1826, by a sudden stroke of apoplexy; but he lingered on until 1828, and died in October of that year, at the age of seventy-four.

Of all Monti's writings, the Bassevilliana enjoys the greatest and widest reputation. As remarked above,

That thou hast helped to work, thou, penitent,
Contemplating with tears, o'er earth must go:
"Thy sentence, that thine eyes be ceaseless
bent

Upon flagitious France, of whose offence
The stench pollutes the very firmament."

From the Bassevilliana.

it is founded on the murder of the French minister, THE SOUL'S ARRIVAL IN PARIS. Basseville, whose soul, the author supposes, is condemned to wander over the French provinces, and behold the desolation produced by the Revolution, the death of Louis the Sixteenth in Paris, and the armies of the Holy Alliance marching toward France to restore the Bourbons. The poem is divided into four cantos of three hundred lines each, and, like its model, the Divina Commedia, written in terza rima. It was translated into English by the Rev. Henry Boyd, London, 1805.]

Wondering, the spirit sees that from the eyes Of his angelic leader tears have gushed, Whilst o'er the city streets dread silence lies. Hushed is the sacred chime of bells, and hushed

The works of day,-hushed every various sound

Hell had been vanquished in the battle Of creaking saw, of metal hammer-crushed.

fought;

The spirit of the abyss in sullen mood
Withdrew, his frightful talons clutching
naught;

He roared like lion famishing for food:
The Eternal he blasphemed, and, as he fled,
Loud hissed around his brow the snaky brood.
Then timidly each opening pinion spread
The soul of Basseville, on new life to look,
Released from members with his heart's blood
red.

Then on the mortal prison, just forsook,
The soul turned sudden back to gaze a while,
And, still mistrustful, still in terror shook.

But the blessed angel, with a heavenly smile,
Cheering the soul it had been his to win
In dreadful battle waged 'gainst demon vile,
Said, "Welcome, happy spirit, to thy kin!
Welcome unto that company, fair and brave,
To whom in heaven remitted is each sin!
"Fear not; thou art not doomed to sip the

wave

Of black Avernus, which who tastes, resigned
All hope of change, becomes the demon's slave.
"But Heaven's high justice, nor in mercy
blind,

Nor in severity scrupulous to gauge
Each blot, each wrinkle, of the human mind,
"Has written on the adamantine page
That thou no joys of paradise may'st know,
Till punished be of France the guilty rage.
"Meanwhile, the wounds, the immensity of
woe,

There fears and whisperings alone are found,
Questionings, looks mistrustful, discontent,
Dark melancholy that the heart must wound,
Deep accents of affections strangely blent:
Accents of mothers, who, foreboding ill,
Clasp to their bosoms each loved innocent;
Accents of wives, who, even on the door's sill,
Strive their impetuous husbands to detain;
With tears and fond entreaties urging still.

But nuptial love and tenderness in vain
May strive; too strong the powers of hell, I

ween;

They free the consort whom fond arms enchain.
For now, in dance ferocious and obscene,
Are flitting busily from door to door
A phantom band of heart-appalling mien.

Phantoms of ancient Druids, steeped in gore,
Are these, who, still nefariously athirst
For blood of wretched victims, as of yore,
To Paris throng to revel on the worst
Of all the crimes whose magnitude has fed
The pride of their posterity accursed.

With human life their garments are dyed

red,

And, blood and rottenness from every hair Dripping, a loathsome shower around them shed.

Some firebrands, others scourges, toss i' th'
air,

Twisted of every kind of coiling snake;
Some sacrificial knives, some poison bear.
Firebrands and serpents they o'er mortals

shake;

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