Like brothers they abide; And, though on earth they died, Pursue the tasks they set While living yet.
There, there, Alcæus’ lyre I’ll hear, of wrathful fire; And Sappho’s chords, which fall Sweeter than all.
How those blest souls, whose ear Shall strains so chanted hear, In gladness must abound At that sweet sound;
When Sisyphus the shock Forgetteth, of his rock; And Tantalus by thirst Is no more curst!
The sole delicious Lyre Fulfils the heart’s desire; And charms, with joy intense, The listening sense. —Blackwood’s Magazine.
WÜRZBURG AND VIENNA: SCRAPS FROM A DIARY.
BY EMILE DE LAVELEYE.
II.
I arrive at Vienna at 10 o’clock and alight at the “Münsch” hotel, a very old-established one, and very preferable, in my opinion, to those gigantic and sumptuous “Ring” establishments where one is a mere number. I find awaiting me a letter from the Baron de Neumann, my colleague of the University of Vienna, and a member of the Institut de Droit International. He informs me that the Minister Taaffe will await me at 11 o’clock, and the Minister for Foreign Affairs, M. de Kálnoky, at 3 p. m. It is always well to make the acquaintance of Ministers when visiting foreign countries. It is the means of obtaining the key to doors generally closed, to consulting documents otherwise inaccessible, and to getting out of prison if by mistake you happen to be one day thrown therein.