And but one star illumes his night of gloom:---
As from its parent dust the phœnix soar’d,
Her infant self surviving seems to say---
The Lord has giv’n---the Lord has ta’en away;
For ever blessed be his name,---the Lord!
To the Editor,
The following STANZA’S were recently written by that celebrated Genius and Traveller Governor Henry Ellis, on seeing an infirm old Man treated by a young rabble with indecent mockery in the Street at Pisa in Italy—a country where every inanimate vestage of antiquity is viewed with so much veneration.
The mould’ring Tower, the antique bust,