Anon-the sudden dash of distant oar,

The hum of voices on the peopled shore,

The glance of lights from twinkling casements thrown,
The mingled swell of Music's airy tone,

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(Heard, where to beauty's not-unwilling ear
Love tunes some soft guitar-or wild and clear-
Responsive rowers, o'er the waters wide,
Chaunt Tasso's lays-their city's ancient pride)
Burst on his ear and eye, as oft of old
The wizard Seer,-so legends wild have told!-
Raised sudden, o'er Enchantment's drear domains
Mysterious visions, and melodious strains.

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At night, beneath the Moon's deceitful ray, Time's footsteps pass like traceless clouds away, And ancient arch, worn dome, and hoary shrine, Touch'd by her light in freshen'd splendor shine; And as the wind symphonious cadence flings O'er the swept discord of Æolian strings,

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Deep lines efface, and smooth the surface o'er,

Beneath her beams, the scars that years have traced,
With each grotesque variety of taste,

Blend in harmonious beauty-but by day,

The faults of art, the furrows of decay,

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Glare on the sight; and yet-sweet Venice! yet

Some scenes thou hast no heart can e'er forget--
Where o'er the Great Canal, Rialto's sides

Bend their broad arch, and clasp the busy tides,
Where rots' the bridal Bucentaur-or where

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St. Mark's Piazza spreads its palaced Square,

Whose mosque-like Fane, in Stamboul's spoils array'd,

Might seem by Moslem hands, for Moslem worship made. Not there not there, 'mid coldly-silent tombs,

And cloister'd aisles, cathedral grandeur glooms,

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• No charms that awe the bosom into prayer,
Or raise the raptured soul, inhabit there!
But lavish wealth, and vain laborious show
Their opulent magnificence bestow--
Here the white marble freezes on the sight,
There countless gems their rainbow rays unite,
Vests, paintings, gold in rich confusion blaze,
And forcing wonder, scarcely merit praise,

The Arsenal.

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That praise reserved-till where the portals rear
Their massive height, Lysippus' steeds appear!
In brazen life how well the statues start,
How nice each touch of imitative Art!
Whilst in your tongueless eloquence ye tell,
Relics of Greece! how rifled Athens fell!
Byzantium's splendor, and Byzantium's fall,
The pomp of Venice, till victorious Gaul
Triumphant view'd slow-wheeling from afar
The spoils of Europe load her Consul's car,
At once in you we trace and stamp'd in
Lives the red fame of deathless Waterloo !
Do these not all reveal? then turn thine eyes
To where erect yon naked standards rise—
And rose of yore in banner'd pride to show
The lion's triumphs o'er his Grecian foe.
But now-they seem like monuments to stand,
Flagless and pompless o'er a buried land,
Whilst, posted near, the sword of Austria's sway,
And Austrian cannon mark the guarded way!

you,

Sighing methinks I pass where spreads the quay
Its noon-frequented walk, and fronts the sea-
Behind me glooms the bridge of Sighs-before
Winds the far beauty of the bay's blue shore-
And heaves the light of Ocean's azure breast
Expanding wide, with scatter'd islets drest.
Whence rear'd Palladio's holy fabrics throw
Their long dim shadows on the wave below,
And distant sails amuse the wandering eye,
And many a dusky gondola steals by,

And many a gorgeous garb, and foreign mien,
Amid the tumult on the shore is seen-
The turban'd Turk, the richly-vested Greek,
The wild Albanian with his swarthy cheek,
(As each pursues, with fancied good repaid,
The real toil of pleasure or of trade,)

There mix'd in motley groups, each passing day,

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The semblance of a Carnival display.

But past those times, when Ind's and Egypt's shores Here piled their jewell'd wealth and spicy stores,

1 The strange peregrinations of these celebrated statues from Athens to Rome, thence to Byzantium, thence to Venice, and from thence to Paris and back again, are well known.

And Commerce sate in Venice' ports to bail
From distant seas the treasure-wafting sail
And past those times, when Pleasure's chosen reign
To Venice lured from far the glittering train!

O! when the Sun withdrew his sinking light,
And stars look'd ont upon the lovely night,
The voice of Revel rose beneath the ray
Of lamps that pour'd an artificial day
O'er spacious halls, where gaudy Vice array'd
In gladdest guise the nightly masquerade,
And forms of Earth, like visions of a trance,
Wound the light witcheries of the dizzy dance,
And young hearts heaved to Music's tender strain,
And bands press'd hands that softly thrill'd again !
But vain the bliss that Pleasure could bestow
To veil the sad vicinity of woe!

Here,' while the palace echo'd gay delight,
There, the black prison frown'd upon the sight,
Where Mercy sigh'd her unregarded prayer,
And Hope but bloom'd to wither in Despair,
O'er many a wretch condemn'd to pire away
In dungeon deep his melancholy day,

To weep where none might soothe, to sigh in vain,
Or glut the rack with agonizing pain,
Till fainting Nature faulter'd out the lie
By Torture wrung, and deem'd it bliss to die!
For some the gibbets' tall-erected gloom
In the drear cell prepared a speedier doom,
And none might know the fate of others save
The midnight Moon, and moon-reflecting wave!
A shriek-a gasp-a struggle--life was fled!
The rolling waters, and the shroudless dead!
Nor more of Culprit's guilt, or Captive's woes,
Might Slaves demand, or Tyranny disclose!

Slaves Tyrants! yes! tho' Venice scorn'd to own

A lineal Monarch, and a regal throne-
And smiled to see her Ducal Sovereign made
A powerless Puppet, and a sceptred shade,
Patrician chiefs with crafty caution drew
A veil o'er deeds too dark for public view,

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The Doge's palace is connected with the state-prison by the Bridge

of Sighs.

Amongst themselves combined despotic sway,
And rear'd their wealth o'er Liberty's decay-
Till late the Land, her day of freedom done,
Saw many Lords usurp the place of one,
A mock Republic varnish with a name

The despot's splendor, and the bondman's shame,
And Dissipation's baleful arts unite

To lull the angry sense of injured right.

VENICE-farewell! when e'en thy walls shall be
Swept from thine Isles, and 'tomb'd beneath the sea,
Which must at length roll o'er thy cold remains
Of pillar'd palaces and gorgeous fanes,

Thy name shall live in every glowing hue,
Thy Titian's pencil o'er the canvass threw-

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Shall live in Shakspeare's scenes, and Byron's lays,
And greenly twine with Otway's mournful bays!
Farewell! but whilst in Granta's classic bower
I muse away the meditative hour,

I turn from Thee to pour my parting strain
O'er Albion's Isles, thy Sister of the Main,

And breathe a prayer that long her shores may be

What thine were once-the dwellings of the free, nog
In arts and arms, like thine unrivall'd shine-
But not, like thine, from all those charms decline!

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J. S. BROCKHURST,
ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE.

REMARKS ON ANCIENT CHRONOLOGY, &c.

1.-ACCORDING to the Hebrew Bible,-to the flood were 1656 years-Samaritan Pentateuch, 1307-Septuagint, 2262Josephus, 2256.

The Samaritan differed from the Hebrew in the years which the Patriarchs before the flood lived previously to the birth of a son, as follows: Jared, Heb. 162. Sam. 62. Mathuselah, as Heb. 187. Sam. 67. Lamech, Heb. 182. Sam. 53. and in the years which they lived after the son's birth, Jared, Heb. 800.

Sam. 785. Mathuselah, Heb, 782. Sam. 658. Lamech, Heb. 595. Sam. 600.

The Seventy differed from the Hebrew before the said birth of a son, as follows: they added to the Hebrew a century for Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Melaleel, Enoch, and 6 years for Lamech.

Josephus differed in the said reckoning from the Seventy only in stating for Lamech 182 years, in agreement with the Hebrew.

The Samaritan differed from the Hebrew in the years of the lives of the Patriarchs after the birth of a son, as follows: ' Jared, Heb. 800. Sam. 785, Mathuselah, Heb. 782. Sam. 653. Lamech, Heb. 595. Sam. 600.

The Seventy differed from the Hebrew in the said computation, by deducting a century from the Hebrew for Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Melaleel, Enoch, and 26 from Lamech. od 1 Josephus entirely agreed here with the Seventy:

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In the length of the entire lives of the Antediluvian Patriarchs, the Samaritan differed from the Hebrew, as follows: Jared, Heb. 962. Sam. 847. Mathuselah, Heb. 969. Sam. 720. Lamech, Heb. 779. Sam. 653.

In the same, the Seventy differed from the Hebrew, as follows: Lamech, Heb. 777. Sam. 653.

Josephus entirely agreed with the Hebrew

pango ya H. According to the Hebrew, from the flood to Abraham. ›› were 292 years.-Sam. 942. Seventy, 1072. Josephus, 1002 The Samaritan differed from the Hebrew in the ages of these Patriarchs before the birth of a sou, as follows: it added an century to the Hebrew for Arphaxad, Sala, Eber, Peleg, Reu, e Serug, and 50 years for Nahor.

The Seventy differed from Sam. only in inserting a secondar Cunaan between Arphaxad and Salah, for whom they stated 130 years before the birth of a son.

Josephus differed from them all in stating for Shem, before the birth of a son, 12 years instead of 2, after the flood; and for) } Reu, before the birth of a son, 150 years of age, instead of 132; and for Serug, 182, instead of 130; and for Nahor 129 years it In the rest he agreed with the Samaritan.

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In the years of the lives of these Patriarchs after a son's birth, l the Samaritan differed from the Hebrew, as follows. it dell from the Hebrew a

Peleg, Reu, Serug, and deductory for Arphaxad, Salah

for Eber 160, and for Terah 60.

also 50 years for Nahor

The Seventy here agree with the Samaritan in Salah and