No one who has been in Ireland, but must have seen the peasants leave
their cottages or their work, to give a temporary assistance to those
employed in bearing the dead to the grave an exertion by which they
approach so many steps nearer to Paradise."
[4] "Sultan Mahmoud's horse was actually interred in the cemetery of
Scutari, under a dome supported by eight pillars."
* * * * *
TWO SONNETS.
_To M---- F----_.
(_For the Mirror_.)
I.
I met thee, ----, when the leaves were green,
And living verdure clothed the countless trees;
When meadow flowers allured the summer bees,
And silvery skies shone o'er the cloudless scene,
Bright as my thoughts when wand'ring to thy home;
Where Nature looks _as though she were divine_,
Not in the richness of the rip'ning vine,
Not in the splendour of imperial Rome.
It is a ruder scene of rocks and trees,
Where even barrenness is beauty--where
The glassy lake, below the mountain bare,
Curls up its waters 'neath the casual breeze;
And, 'midst the plenitude of flower and bud,
Sweet violets hide them in the hilly wood.
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