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There was in a gilded portico,

Where many a sparkling fountain play'd,
Cooling the sultry mid-day glow,

And lending freshness to the shade ;
Where round each polish'd shaft entwind,
The sweetest flowers their balm combin'd,
And shed thro' the ambrosial air
Such volum'd fragrance, and so rare,
That the enchanted soul and sense
Both spell-bound by its influence,
And wrapt in a delicious dream
Of present joys, might almost deem
The lovely scene no earthly sphere,
But a celestial blooming here.

Vallies and hills the gazer's eye
Sees chequer'd with their varied hues,

The glen, the rock's rude canopy,
The river, which the Heav'n imbues

Deep with its sapphire tints-all blend
To bless the sight, 'till it extend
To that high cliff, whose summit first
Catches the morning's rosy burst,
Illumin'd as if showers of gold
Over its rugged sides were rolld ;
Now in the noon-tide's calm reposé,
Its aerial peak no longer glows,
But terminates the distant view

With softest dyes of mountain blue.
Here lowly now at Zilia's feet

Is suppliant Huascar kneeling;
Nor can she thus his glances meet

Without a chill thro' every feeling;
And while her hand is in his grasp,

Such horror thro’ her senses crept,
As when one wakens, whom the asp

Had stung and poison'd as she slept,
Wakens to die.--The Inca still
Swerved not from his unholy will.
“ Dear Zilia, if my tongue could dare

Essay to tell thee all I feel
In my fond heart--but buried there

Must lie, what words can ne'er reveal.
Love is too trite-too cold a name,

And far too feeble to express
The vestal nature of the flame,

Kindled by youth and loveliness.
Believe me, mine is not a soul

That, like the wind-harp's fitful strain,
As each wild gush may o'er it roll,

Sighs, and is silent soon again.
Nom since thy voice's gentle tone

Fell first on my delighted ear,
I heard but this, and this alone

Was all I ever long'd to hear.
Now by this altar* of the star

Round the Temple of the Sun were five chambers or cloisters, one of whicit was dedicated to the Star Venus, called Chasca; it was named, also, the Page of the Sun, because it appeared to attend the rising and setting of their deity; the walls of

That waits upon our deity,
And heralds his approach afar,

I swear me ever true to thee;
I'll share with thee my kingdom's throne ;
Affection's sway is all thine own.
Oh! let me prove how dear I prize
The spells that sparkle in those eyes,
And speak thee to my raptur’d view
The brightest jewel of Peru.”

" Huascar, were thy realms so wide

That all were thine 'neath India's sun,
Aud were my heart all hope denied

Of meeting whom it dotes upon,
I would not be a murderer's bride;

Start not—thy will was never done.
Tho' mad ambition, leagued with hate,
Doom'd Aza to an early fate ;
And a false Inca seized the throne
He hoped that bloodshed made his own-
Usurper! Aza lives. I see
The darkening of thy frown on me;
It cannot shake my constancy.

Could'st thou then deem a woman's love,
(Oh! few there are who love like her,)

As frail and perishably wove
As webs of filmy gossamer ?

Or that 'tis like the fragile flower

That blooms and dies within an hour ?
No—'tis a fond fidelity,

That bids us still more firmly cling
To those we love, when grief may be

At hand, and hope is on the wing.
'Tis in the season of despair,
When all around appears to wear

The shadows of the spirits gloom,
Oh! it is then that woman's love

Glows like a sun-ray, to illume
The darkest clouds it beams above,

And change them from the hues of night

To dyes of gold and rosy light.
It is the Halcyon's magic wing,

That waving o'er life's troubled deep,
Calms the wild billow's stormy spring,

And lulls its restlessness to sleep.
Then cease to think that thrones could buy
The feeling that can death defy,
Nay, court its worst of horrors

ere
The stain of falsehood it would wear."

“ What! mock me thus,” Huascar cried,
“ Since vainly was thy pity tried,
I shall essay what power can do
With thee, and with thy minion too.

this chamber were plated with silver, and the roof painted like a starry sky; the remaining were consecrated to the Moon, the Rainbow, &c. and furnished with appropriate decorations.

Thou art already mine. For him,
Ere in the west the day grow dim,
So strict a search

The threat was vain;
By Aza's hand the tyrant falls,

And the true Inca holds his reign
Once more within his father's halls;

And now at length was Zilia blest ?
Alas! she was not doom'd for rest.

Where once the sun's great temple stood,
Its ruins cover many a rood;

The sbatter'd arch, the prostrate shaft,
Bear tokens of a long decay ;

The balm its gardens used to waft,
The freshness of its fountains* play,
All, all, long since have pass'd away.

And he who wanders o'er the wreck
Thus wrought by violence and time,

Can scarce the tears of pity check
For an enslaved yet lovely clime.

Legends rehearse the havoc made

By the revengeful Spanish blade.
And ages shall record the story

Of the last Inca and his bride;
Scarce wedded, ere their temple's glory

Sank to the ruin, where they died.

WRITERS ON IRISH CHARACTER.

The subject of Irish wit, to use the and the number of adventurers in this words of one of its happiest illustrators, species of writing has been proportionis one “which dilates the heart of every ally great, as there is no people whose true Briton, which relaxes his muscles, peculiarities are more entertaining, or however rigid, to a smile ; which opens whose humour, though frequently delihis lips, however closed, to conversa- cate and refined, yet is often of that tion ; which ‘frets another's spleen to broad and intelligible cast, which pleases eure our own, and makes even the the polished and the witty, and at the angelic part of creation laugh them- same time, “shakes with loud laugh the selves mortal ;” and yet, we know not rude and dull.” Yet the numerous failany species of composition in which a ures in this extensive field may be easily greater number of writers have failed, traced to the erroneous estimate, which than in that of delineating the Irish writers are apt to form of the distinguishcharacter. It has proved the Acroce- ing characteristics of districts or prorannian promontory to many a daring vinces ; they seem to imagine, that the humourist, who has made shipwreck of sole distinctions of these portions of manhis fame in his attempts to double it ; kind arise from the pronunciation of par

* Among the most splendid ornaments of the temple were five fountains, which ran through pipes of gold. Garcilasso da Vega, author of the Royal Commentaries of Peru, says, that in his time but one of these fountains was remaining, which served the garden of a convent with water; an unavailing search had been made for the rest.

+ Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry-Second Series, 3 vols.,— Wakeman, Dublin, 1833.

ticular words, or the use of certain idiom- cure a child;" they contain no point, no atic expressions, and they suppose, that humour, and are mere commonplace this

may be easily marked by the mode blunders. When he has attempted to of spelling or transforming the English be witty, in his Irish characters, without language—the Scotch or Welshman is the assistance of English blunders, he has thought to be sufficiently distinguished, completely failed, and yet his success the former, if his conversation be embel- has not been the less in England; for lished with “hout awa mon,” « deil tak Englishmen cannot appreciate, in conme," or "dinna fash your thumb ;” and sequence of not understanding, true the latter, if he make such a transposition Irish humour, which depends more on of letters as shall cause his language to the drollery of a turn in the expression, appear ridiculous, and enrich his con the readiness of the repartee, or the misversation by quotations from his genea- take as much designed as accidental, logical tree, tracing his pedigree through which constitutes the peculiar excelthe Ap-Jones or Ap-Shenkins, to some lence of the wit of our countrymen. period before the deluge; but such are Yet we forgive him, for if not witty not adequate marks of the varieties of himself, he has been the cause of wit in our countrymen, nor are provincial others, and the parody in the “ Rejected barbarisms the only modes of design Addresses” has almost for this reason nating the differences between one made us excuse the dullness of its archprovince and another; there are cha- etype.* And yet the Irish bull is not a racteristics which are no less mark “ beast” of peculiarly Irish origin, as ed, and far more conclusive; it is the Miss Edgeworth has shewn in her admoulding of the thoughts, the spirit, mirable essay, nor are our countrymen not the letter of the conversation, to be distinguished by its exclusive use. which distinguishes districts and marks John Bull has had himself a numerous the peculiarities of different clans. Yet progeny, but like the elder branches though this be true, how seldom has it of most families, they are pardoned, been observed in the attempts to deli- while their Irish cousins are obliged to neate Irish character, in which the be the scape-goats (or rather calves), difference is more strikingly marked and bear the sins and consequent flaand the outline more distinctly traced, gellation, of their more fortunate relathan in any other race of people. The tives. What we have said above generality of writers suppose that an of the “ Pic Nic poet” applies equally Irishman is adequately represented, if to all his countrymen, from the causes he be named Pat, if his conversation be we have stiited, and we do assert overloaded with those figures of speech that no English writer has pourtrayed, commonly called Irish Bulls, and en or can pourtray Irish character; they riched by the Doric embellishments, have tried it frequently, and their “ arrah my jewel, by my shoul and St. repeated failures should have been a Patrick, or by the holy poker.'” Such sufficient warning to them to abstain is the Irishman, as represented by from the trial: it is to a fellowEnglish writers, and we do really aver, countrywoman we owe the first truly that it would be as true to nature, if Irish sketches to the pen of Miss Paddy was figured with a long tail and Edgeworth may be attributed the first pair of wings.

successful pourtraiture of our nation's We grant that an Englishman may peculiarities ; but it is only its harmless suppose such to be an Irishman, and we wit or amiable foibles she has attempted consequently doubt not that Colman's to represent; she describes her countrystupid jokes are highly esteemed in men as seen only under circumstances England, when he has, gipsey-like, dis- calculated to develope the good points guised them with a “purpureus pannus,” in their characters; and though the from Paddy's coat of many colours : his outlines of the picture are most true to Irish bulls are merely the blunders of nature, yet by omitting the dark shadstupidity, unlike that of the young stu- ing, she has left it imperfect, and redent who, when asked of his progress, signed to others the task of putting in said, “ I shall soon be qualified to prac- the gloomy back ground, which though tice as a physician, for I can already sombre in itself, yet serves to throw:

* Vid. DRURY-LANE Hustings, a new halfpenny ballad. Rejected Addresses, p. 81.

out the brighter tints in the picture, cellencies of the best writers on Irish and make it more faithful and correct. eharacter-he has not sought to give a In the same way the author of Hyacinth general sketch of a whole nation, but OʻGara and Honor Delany, has most has pourtrayed the characters of a parcorrectly represented the manners of ticular province. His opportunities our countryinen; the former of these have been peculiarly favourable, and is in its way perfect; without any of the afforded him facilities for observing the broad and extravagant huinour, gene- various features of character in the most rally considered essential to the perfec- truly Irish portion of the country, and tion of an Irish sketch, he has by he has been successful in representing delicate strokes of wit, by allusions to his fellow-coutrymen in all the circumparticular habits, only to be recognised stances best adapted for developing their by ove intimate with his private life, peculiarities either as the unwary dupes succeeded in placing before the mind's of a powerful superstition, or the eve the humble Irish Cottager telling thoughtless associates of the midnight his simple story, like “ Thady in Castle lawgiver; in this he has effected what Rackrent out of face,” without having Miss Edgeworth omitted, her object recourse to the usual straining at vulgar was, without perverting truth, to put wit, but with the true inbred humour forward all the ainiable and excellent which so strikingly characterizes the points in the Iri-he character, but Mr. lower orders of Ireland.

Carleton has not only faithfully repre. The style of each of these writers is sented them under the most favourable altogether different from that of Mr. aspects, but also shewn to us what they Lover, to whose sketches we give the have become from oppression, from greatest praise, as he has succeeded in habits of insubordination, unchecked, the more hacknied and consequently if not encouraged, and from their being the more ditficult task of sketching the so often obliged to become the submisbroad intelligible humour of our coun sive engines of deep-laid conspiracy. try, and succeeded, without having re. In representing them under the last of course to coarse vulgarity or worn-out these characters, he has been most sucprovincialisms, which constitute the only cessful, he seems to have felt with them, title of the generality of Irish sketches and for them; and to have entered as -his object has been to draw carica- fully into their feelings, as it was possitures, and though in his sketch the fea- ble a mere spectator could do. Yet in tures be more prominent, or the outline this portion of his task he has still inore strongly marked, yet he has suc- shewu hinself zealous for his country's ceeded in preserving enough of the honor, and without compromising truth, likeness to enable us at once to identify extenuated their crimes, by shewing the original.

that they are the results of feelings We must pass over many other suc- wrought to the perpetration of crime cessful writers on this subject, and pro- by the priest or demagogue, or of ignoceed to a consideration of the book, rance worked on by the undue influence which forms the subject of this article, of both, to seek for vengeance on those and to the author of which we would whom they suppose to be their enemies, wish to introduce our readers, if they or the opponents of their own legishave not the pleasure of being previ- lation. In fact no one can read his onsly acquainted with him, through the books without being satisfied that the medium of the first series of Traits and great want in Ireland is education, and Stories.

so much proselytism as will render its Mr. Carleton combines in himself all people more independent of superstition the requisites for this species of writing, and political prejuice, to which all their he has lived in the country, the man errors may ultimately be traced. pers of whose people he undertakes to The first story in this series may describe, until he has completely iden seem partly to contradict what is here tihed himself with their feelings and laid down, respecting the primary language; a close observer, of keen and causes of the misdemeanours of the discriminating judgment, he has most misguided peasantry, but it must be happily seized on the peculiarities, and recollected that of the two principal given personality to the genius of the actors, although they are not both unpeople he describes, his stories are in- der similar influence, yet the one is the tensely Irish, and combine all the ex- passive instrument of his religious ad

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