P. 309, 1. 19. Let truths tremendous on thy canvas dwell. The Last Judgment of Michael Angelo, in the Sistine Chapel of the Vatican at Rome, thus calls forth the admiration of a powerful but fastidious critic, Mr. Forsyth :-"How congenial the powers of the poet and the painter! Bold and precipitating, they dash on to the immediate object, in defiance of rules and ridicule." Of the great statue of Moses in the S. Pietro in Vincoli, he says, "Here sits the Moses of M. Angelo, frowning with the terrific eyebrows of Olympian Jove." SONG. "A breathless feeling, a suspense Of life, a quietude intense Prevail'd around me in this hour; E'en Silence felt Love's mighty power."-MS.] LIKE liquid gold glitter'd the waves of the ocean, All was silent and still not a breeze was in motion; O! sacred to love was the thought-soothing hour All life's busy cares! so diffusive the Of love at the mild close of day! power What abandonment sweet did I feel as I roved Then came o'er my mem'ry the scenes that I loved, O Nature! thy calm gives a pleasure indeed TO MY LITTLE GIRL. THY eager look, my dearest child! Thine eye so vivid, yet so mild, Where life with love is blended That look, that smile, those eyes of blue, But of the future none can speak; And vain are all our hopes, and weak And wilt thou, when upon the bed Wilt thou support my aching head, My first-born child! my Julia dear! Close to my heart I press thee; May HE whom all must love and fear, May HE for ever bless thee! TO THE LADY THAT look again! 'tis like the milder ray Through scenes which ne'er night's deeper shades imbrown. So mild, all other thoughts are hush'd away, All sense of pain, that dazzles not, but smiles. |