Thy charms, at least, fair Firebrace, might inspire Some zealous bard to wake the sleeping lyre; For, such thy beauteous mind and lovely face, Thou seem'st at once, bright nymph, a muse and grace.

" "It was just grand," replied the unhappy bard.

"Then up rose our bard, like a prophet in drink, Craigdoroch, thou'lt soar when creation shall sink.

** Mrs. Smith's beautiful Sonnets have produced sonnetteers for every object in nature, visible or invisible; and her elegant translations of Petrarch have procured the Italian bard many an English dress that he would have been ashamed to appear in.

It first kindles the bard and gives life to his lyre, Yet mellowed even now by that mildness of truth Which tempers, but chills not, the patriot fire; With an eloquencenot like those rills from a height, Which sparkle and foam, and in vapour are o'er; But a current that works out its way into light Through the filtering recesses of thought and of lore.

He has seen the old Welsh bards on Snowdon,he has seen the beautifullest, the strongest, and the ugliest man, left alone from the massacre of the Britons by the Romans, and has painted them from memory (I have seen his paintings), and asserts them to be as good as the figures of Raphael and Angelo, but not better, as they had precisely the same retro-visions and prophetic visions with themself

But had they sought their joy to explain, Or praise their generous bard, Perhaps, like me, they had tried in vain, And felt the task too hard.

The motive for this query is, that a poem of the time, by Trahaearn, a celebrated bard, contains the following passage: "Though fierce in his valour like Lleon, with a violent irresistible assault, he vaulted into battle, to plunder the King of Bernicia; yet the ravager of thrice seven dominions was a placid and liberal-handed chief, when he entertained the bards at his magnificent table.

Shall thy great master, thy almighty Jove, Whom thou to place above the gods bust strove, Shall be from David's throne so early fall, And laureate Dryden not one tear let fall; Nor sings the bard his exit in one poor pastoral?

"Great reason have I for it," answered Concobar, "for the four great provinces of Erin have come against me, bringing with them their bards and singers, that their ravages and devastations might be recorded, and they have burned our fortresses and dwellings, and Ailill and Meave have gained a battle against me.

Wounds that are dealt us by our friends Are faithful, but the name endearing Of friend is hardly his who lends And then denies the bard a hearing.

As such, he differs from the vates, the inspired bard of the Romans and the [Greek: poeta], poeta, the creative poet of the Greeks, the "maker" of Germanic literature.

There dwell the chiefs and unconquered ones, There dwell the bards and the mighty men, Monsters of the deep of the great gods.

As erst the bard by Mulla's silver stream, Oft, as he told of deadly dolorous plight, Sighed as he sung, and did in tears indite.

An ox became wild, and the herdsman fell off, and seeking the cause he found the bard, who wept and lamented and asked the herdsman: "Which of the brothers lives in that castle?"

Haste, clouds and whirlwinds, haste a raptured bard to raise; Mount me sublime along the shining way, Where planets, in pure streams of Aether driven, Swim thro' the blue expanse of heav'n.

But just now they lack their sacred bard.

A noble friend, whose rank is grac'd By learning and poetic taste; Who, like my Patron, loves the bard, Well skill'd true merit to reward! Breathes there a man too cold to prove The joys of friendship or of love?

I hate your builders who would rear a house High as Oromedon's mountain-pinnacle: I hate your song-birds too, whose cuckoo-cry Struggles (in vain) to match the Chian bard.

In London, not long after this, we meet again the bard of "Rimini," and his discourse is still sweet as any dulcimer.

" "It ain't Shakespeare," murmured the bard, "but the idee is O.K." My brother commended the lines as lacking neither rhyme nor reason, but he questioned the propriety of alluding to a lady's appetite, and protested strongly against the use of that abject wordworm.

ADVERTISEMENT.The following ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward I., when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.

The bibliopolist seems to have bent before the storm, and pacified the incensed bard, by verbal submission, though probably without relaxing his exactions and drawbacks in any material degree.

Smart passed, already "an infant bard," from what he calls "the splendour in retreat" of Raby Castle, to Durham School, and in his eighteenth year was admitted of Pembroke Hall, October 30, 1739.

No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah, though his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween!