But when chill blustering winds or driving rain Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut That from the mountain's side Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.

, To view the ocean wide and bright, When to this country first I came, Ere I had heard of Martha's name, I climbed the mountain's height: 175 A storm came on, and I could see No object higher than my knee.

Two brothers there lie lock'd in stony sleep, I go to wake them on the mountain's side.

A rift there was, which from the mountain's height Convey'd a glimm'ring and malignant light, A breathing place to draw the damps away, A twilight of an intercepted day.

These tears for future sorrows keep, Wives for yourselves, and children weep; That horrid day will shortly come, When you shall bless the barren womb, And breast that never infant fed; Then shall you with the mountain's head Would from this trembling basis slide, And all in tombs of ruin hide.

Lines like these from his Ballad of a Nun have been much admired: "On many a mountain's happy head Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand.

Humanity and its progress was absorbed by individualities; because the people which stood low in the valley got giddy by looking up to the mountain's top, where its leaders stood.

The great procession of the stars went by Far overhead, beyond the mountain's rim, But the unconquered worlds of time and space, As nothing were to him.

"The mountain's bald plate confronted him.

For silent it was to us, standing in the silence of a high placesilent with a Sunday stillness that made us listen, without taking thought, for the sound of bells coming up from the spires that rose above the tree-topsthe tree-tops that lay as far beneath us as the light clouds were above us that dropped great shadows upon our heads and faint specks of shade upon the broad sweep of land at the mountain's foot.

And, dash'd upon the cliff's hard surface die; High o'er their rocky bounds the billows swell, Then to their deep abyss affrighted fell; Earth groaning heaves with dire convulsive throws, While yawning gulphs her central caves disclose: 90 Now rush'd a frighted throng with trembling pace Along the vale, and sought the mountain's base; Purpos'd its perilous ascent to gain, And shun the ruin low'ring o'er the plain.

Far too early a shadow dark, Cast by the neighboring mountain's crest, Stealthily creeps across the park, Bringing a chill from the sombre west.

THE GIFT OF JUNO Already 'neath the morning star The shrine, by Juno's favor blest, Had flashed its whiteness from afar, Resplendent on a mountain's crest, Along whose base the ocean rolled A flood of sapphire, flecked with gold.

Each mountain's massive base.

As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crest, Looking over the ultimate sea, In the gloom of the mountain a ship lies at rest, And one sails away from the lea: One spreads its white wings on a far-reaching track, With pennant and sheet flowing free; One hides in the shadow with sails laid aback, The ship that is waiting for me!

"No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them: "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring.

A herd-boy on the mountain's brow, I see the castles all below.

It kissed the leaves of the beech, and breathed O'er the arching elm, with its ivy wreathed: It climbed to the ash on the mountain's height

When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood, Spurns down her late beloved, all his dependants, Which labored after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Not one accompanying his declining foot.

At the mountain's feet soft streaming, Gentler grown its murmurs be,

Thence up by secret tracts they creep, And gushing from the mountain's side, Thro' vallies travel to the deep; Appointed to receive their tide. 9.

I hope this is not an unfair résumé of the impression produced upon me by Miss ISOBEL MOUNTAIN'S prattling pages.

Thus where the Alps their airy ridge extend, Gently at first the melting snows descend; From the broad slopes, with murm'ring lapse they glide In soft meanders, down the mountain's side; But lower fall'n streams, with each other crost, From rock to rock impetuously are tost, 'Till in the Rhone's capacious bed they're lost.

The south end was very abrupt and sank as one into a great plain in which we stood, twenty miles from the mountain's base.

Thy pathway through the radiant skies, Is the rich track which sunbeams weave With all their varied, mingling, dyes, Ere yet the lingering sun has fled, Or glory left the mountain's head.