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ON THE WALHALLA.

Her cares and sorrows never dim thy brow, for titles and orders; the learned pedantry-
But her proud joys thy heart can ne'er distend;
Light, flattering one, the bliss thou dost not know the laws against the oppression of animals

the affected piety of the despotic monarchsBoldly with slaves and tyrants to contend. Child of the happy! thou unto the poor

while the oppression of men is practised And to the captive ne'er thy tears hast given; the modern heathenism, &c. &c., all have Hast never mingled with earth's contest sore the laugh directed against them. We may The heart of peace and pity sent from heaven.

take, perhaps, the following as fair specimens Go! revel and carouse each coming morrow!

of verses quite dreadful where a paternal Strive the swift hours thy violence to hold, government exists and a free

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does not : But still remorse thy countenance shall furrow, And discontent heap wrinkles, fold on fold. Pass but a night-and the rose-garlands perishAnd down thy wizard realm of charms is hurled : [In which the King of Bavaria had assembled the But in eternal green thy laurels flourish

busts and statues of the great men of Germany, heAnd she--the other-is the abiding world.

roes, patriots, and reformers; Luther, and such lit.

tle men, however, excepted.] Thou knowest her not,- no, never canst thou know her!

Hail to thee, thou lofty hall, Ye two can never wander hand in hand!

Of German greatness, German glory!
Thou canst not name her name,--hast not the Hail to you, ye heroes all,
power

Of ancient and of modern story.
Her nature or her life to understand.
Feelest thou this ?--then cast thy eyelids down, Oh! ye heroes in the hall,
For from the east her breath comes wafted o'er.

Were

ye

but alive as once ! Ah!-the day breaks !--thank God, the dream is Nay, that would not do at allflown-

The king prefers you, stone and bronze! Ay Love is much, but Liberty far more!

LAMENTATION FOR THE GOLDEN AGE.

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Of Hoffmann von Fallersleben's Unpolitical Songs, as he calls them, it would be impossible to give any just idea by specimens. Would our bottles but grow deeper! His two little volumes consist of a multitude Did our wine but once get cheaper! of short snatches of verse, any one of which,

Then on earth there might unfold

The golden time, the age of gold. taken singly, would disappoint the most moderate expectation. Of the actual brevity of But not for us, we are commanded his poems, some idea may be formed from To go with temperance even handed. the fact, that in his four hundred pages he

The golden age is for the dead;

We've got the paper age instead. has upwards of nine hundred pieces. But if his poems are short, his words are sometimes

But ab ! our bottles still decline ! long enough, of which take a sample-Steu- And daily dearer grows our wine ! erverweigerungsverfassungsmässigberechtigt!

And flat and void our pockets fall!

Faith ! soon there'll be no times at all! -meaning a man who is exempt by the constitution from the payment of taxes. the whole that Hoffmann must be judged;

In this, one of his larger efforts, he sums and yet, truly, when we have gone through up a mass of national follies :the whole, we Englishmen wonder what there can be in them to frighten such a mili

Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra ! tary monarch as the King of Prussia, and

We're off unto America ! induce him not only to expel the poet, a man What shall we take to our new land ? of learning, and universally esteemed, from All sorts of things from every hand! his post and livelihood, but also to forbid the Confederation protocols : admission of any works into his kingdom Heaps of tax and budget rolls : out of the shop of the publishers of this and

A whole ship-load of skins to fill

With proclamations just at will. such other things. It is true, there is a good Or when we to the New World come, deal of wit and epigrammatic smartness, but The Germans will not feel at home! it is so fine, and so good-humored, that it

Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra! does not seem, by any means, very formida

We're off unto America ! ble to us. Then his little innocent squibs What shall we take to our new land? are thrown out, not only against government All sorts of things from every hand! follies, but the follies of his countrymen in

A brave supply of corporals' canes; general, and may justify his title, for if not

Of livery suits a hundred wains. entirely unpolitical songs, they are by no

Cockades, gay caps to fill a house, and

Armorial buttons a hundred thousand. means merely political. The Confederation; Or when we to the New World come, the Zoll-Verein; the censorship; the passion The German will not feel at home!

GERMAN NATIONAL WEALTH.

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Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra!

have been able to heap over them, have We're off unto America !

transpired in the poet's own country, we do What shall we take to our new land?

not wonder at the intense vehemence of his All sorts of things from every hand! Chamberlain's keys, a pile of sacks ;

appeal. In one most extraordinary ode he Books of full blood-descents in packs ; collects all the terrors and griefs of his subDog-chains and sword-chains by the ton, ject. It is 'The Song of Celibacy,' which is Of order-ribbons bales twenty-one. Or when to the New World we come,

sung by bands of the souls of priests as they The German will not feel at home.

pass in a tempest over a wild heath, in which

each successively pours forth the burden of Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra!

his dread experience. The chorus and conWe're off unto America !

struction of this remarkable ode reminds us What shall we take to our new land ? All sorts of things from every land !

strongly of Coleridge's War Eclogue. We Scullcaps, perriwigs, old-world airs;

shall, however, prefer giving a specimen or Crutches, privileges, easy-chairs ;

two from those gentler subjects in which he Councillors' titles, private lists,

mingles with his melancholy such sweet Nine hundred and ninety thousand chests. Or when to the New World we come,

touches of external nature. The German will not find a home.

ENVIABLE POVERTY.

Hurra! hurra! hurra! hurra!
We're off unto America !
What shall we take to our new land?
All sorts of things from every hand !
Receipts for tax, toll, christening, wedding,

and funeral,
Passports, and wander-books great and small;
Plenty of rules for censors' inspections,
And just three million police directions.
Or when to the New World we come,
The German will not feel at home.

I glanced into the harvest field,

Where 'neath the shade of richest trees
The reaper and the reaper's wife

Enjoy their noon-day ease.
And in the shadow of the hedge

I hear full many a merry sound,
Where the stout, brimming water-jug

From mouth to mouth goes round.

About the parents, in the grass,

Sit boys and girls of various size,
And like the buds about the rose,

Make glad my gazing eyes.
See! God himself from heaven spreads

Their table with the freshest green,
And lovely maids, his angel band,

Bear heaped dishes in.
A laughing infant's sugar lip,

Waked by the mother's kiss, doth deal
To the poor parents a dessert,

Still sweeter than their meal.

Of a far different calibre and character are the black songs of Benedikt Dalei. Who Benedikt Dalei is we know not, but his songs have all the feeling and effect of the genuine effusions of a Catholic priest who has passed through the dispensations which he describes. He traces, or rather retraces, every painful position and stage in the life of the solitary priest who possesses a feeling heart. The trials, the temptations, the pangs which his unnatural vow and isolated existence heap upon him, amid the social relationships and enjoyments of his fellow-men. The domestic circle, the happy group of father, mother, and merry children; the electric touch of youthful love which unites two hearts for ever; the wedding, the christening, the funeral, all have for him their inexpressible bitterness. The perplexities, the cares, the remorse, the madness which, spite of the power of the Church, of religion, and of the most ardent faith and devotion, have, through the singular and unparalleled position of the Catholic priest, made him often a walking death, are all sketched with a master's hand, or more properly, perhaps, a sufferer's heart. The poet calls loudly on prince and prelate for the abolition of that clerical oath of celibacy which has been to him and to thousands a burning chain, every link of which has its own peculiar torture. When we look into those horrors which, spite of all the secrecy and the suppression which Church and State

From breast to breast, from arm to arm,

Goes wandering round the rosy boy,
A little circling flame of love,

A living, general joy.
And strengthened thus for farther toil,

Their toil is but joy fresh begun,
That wife-oh what a happy wife-

And oh how rich is that poor man!

THE WALK.

I went to walk on Sunday,

But so lonely every where,
O'er every path and upland

Went loving pair and pair.
I strolled through greenest corn-fields,

All dashed with gold so deep,
How often did I feel as though

My very heart would weep.
The heaven so softly azure,

The sun so full of life,
And every where was youth and maiden,

Was happy man and wife,

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They watched the yellowing harvest,

The last and the most significant of these Stood where cool water starts ;

poets whom we can now mention, is HerThey plucked flowers for each other, And with them gave their hearts.

wegh. This young writer last year made a

sort of political and triumphant tour in GerThe larks, how they singing hovered, many, which excited a strong sensation And streamed gladness from above;

throughout the whole country, and the fame How high in the listening bosoms Rose the flame of youthful love!

of which was even wafted by the newspapers

to England. His volume marks a new epoch In the locks of the blithe youngsters

in the progress of political feeling in GerThe west wind loved to play, And lifted with colder finger,

many. Perhaps he does not equal in poetic My hair, already gray.

genius either Count Auersperg or Dingel

stedt, but he surpasses them both in a fiery Ah! I heard song and laughter, And it went to my heart's core,

and unrestrained temperament. . He does Oh! were I again in boyhood!

not stop to dally with imagination, to tie lovWere I free and young once more!

ers' knots of delicate fancies and rainbow The autobiography of the Catholic priest, on this or that minor folly; but he bursts

hues; to scatter light ard stinging epigrams sketched by Benedikt Dalei, is enough to forth hot and dauntless at once on the great make a heart bleed.

evil of the nation, and the absurdity of its The young priest hears, amid the choir of

tame tolerance. He is a spirit of fiery zeal, singing voices, one voice which goes to his and declares it frankly. He rejects all waitheart. He beholds the singer in her youth-ing and temporizing. It is enough for him ful beauty, and loves—she loves him. But

that the nation is suffering and ought to be the vow! It has separated them for ever! free; that the princes are false to their vows, He marries her at the altar to his mortal en- and ought to be made to feel it. To the regemy. He baptizes her child. He sees her ular common-place of the agein her garden as he stands at his window, playing with a child which is not his. She Thou art young, thou must not speak, comes to confess n, and confesses her mis

Thou art young, we are the old ;

Let the wave's first fury break; ery, and calls on him for help. What help?

Let the fire grow somewhat cold. he himself is in despair. He preaches to his people of the blessings of domestic life, and Thou art young, thy deeds are wild; bleeds inwardly; he buries the dead, and

Thou art young and unaware ;

Thou art young; first see thou piled wishes that the corpse were his. He dreads

On thy head our hoary hair. madness or self-murder, yet, living to be old, draws this moving picture of

Learn, my son, first self-deniai;

Let the flame first purge its smoke;
First of fetters make a trial,

And find how useful is the yoke.-
In the days of misfortune, in the blank days of
sickness,

He replies full of youth's wisdom, -that by Oh! how poor was I then, how forsaken, alone ! whose fervor chains are molten, and nations Then first comprehend we the depth of our mis

rescued from the frost of custom,-"Ah, too ery, To be priests, yet with hearts where soft feelings cunning gentlemen! there you paint your

own portraits, prisoners ! But you guardians

of the past, who then shall build the fuThe servants of money, the servants of fortune,

ture ! How they grin with the marks of their fatness

What is left you but the protection of upon us;

our arms? Who shall love your daughters? But no step is there taken by souls of compassion, Who defend your honor ? Despise not For comfort, for rescue, when sickness lies on us. youth, even when it speaks the loudest.

Alas! how often has your caution,
Oh! then are the arms and the bosoms too absent,
Which are softer than cushions of down round tue, sinned against humanity ?
us piled;

This burst of zeal, which has been echoed There is wanting the love which obeys the least by a shout of many thousand voices from

whisper, There is absent the love both of wife and of have said, a new epoch; tells that the leaven

every quarter of Germany, betrays, as we child !

has leavened a very considerable portion of Go, bury the wretch, ay, bury him living, the popular mass. The young, at least, are If ever a murder be mercy, 'tis then,

grown weary of promises never fulfilled, and When you bury the priest whom a heart of hu- waiting that leads to nothing. The doctrines

manity Has made, though most wretched, a man amongst of the earlier school are renounced as false men !

and delusive. Count Auersperg exclaimed :

THE SICK PRIEST.

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Shall the sword then be our weapon? No, the | And the accordant prayer

is :word, the light, the will ! For the joyful, peaceful conqueror, is the proudest Rush forth, O God! with tempest-scattering breath conqueror still!

Through the terrific calm !

Give us stern Freedom's tragedy of death And every succeeding political bard pro- In the world's frozen breast no more a stranger,

For Slavery's lulling psalm. longed the cry —" The Word is omnipo- Let a heart beat aloud. tent!

But this is the cry no longer. It is Send her, O Lord, a terrible avenger! not the Word but the Sword! The Word, A hero strong and proud ! say they, has deceived; the Sword must hew a way to freedom. This is the war-cry Let us once more drink eagerly and deep with which Herwegh broke forth, and to Build us an altar on some awful steep which came a host of jubilant echoes :

Ourselves to offer up.

Spread us a battle-field, where tyrant hordes
Oh! all whose hands a hilt can span,

May with free nations fight,
Pray for a trusty sword !

For from their sheaths, their prisons, our keen
Pray for a hero, for a man

swords Armed with the wrath of God.

Long to leap forth in light.

THE HYMN OF HATE.

One contest there is yet in store,

And the counsel is. A Call to Arms :'-
With glorious victory rife;
The earth has yet one conflict more,

Tear the crosses from their station !
The last, the sacred strife.

Make them swords for our salvation !

God in heaven forgive the zeal.
Hither, ye nations ! hither flow,

Leave, oh! leave this idle rhyming,
Around your standard hie !

On the anvil loudly chiming,
For Freedom is our general now,

Strike redemption from the steel !
And Forward ! is our cry.

But enough of this blood-breathing clangThe true creed is, according to him, no longer Love and Patience, but Hate!

or, of these war trumpets, of which we have

Hate is the true patriotism, the true saving faith! introduced only such fragmental notes as

were necessary for the faithful illustration of our subject. Fain would we see nations

abandoning the hope of the sword, and learnForth! forth ! out over hill and dale

ing to trust in the moral power of truth and of The morning dawn to meet,

advancing knowledge. Yet when we see Bid the faithful wife farewell;

how completely a great and intellectual naYour faithful weapons greet ;

tion has been caught in the subtle net of polUntil our hands in ashes fall; The sword shall be their mate;

icy, how princes have learned to despise their We've loved too long; come one and all, promises, and how the moral stamina of the And let us soundly hate!

people has been undermined by dependence

on office, and by the fear of police, we do Love cannot save us, cannot shake

not wonder, we can only deplore. The The torpos from our veins; Hate ! let thy day of judgment break ! youth of Germany see all this. They see And break our hated chains !

how deeply the poison of government coerAnd wheresoe'er are tyrants found,

cion and suppression of free opinion has penDestruction be their fate;

etrated into the moral nature of the public; Too long has love our spirits bound, Now let us soundly hate !

what sequacity, what subserviency, what

prostration of all that is great, and daring, Wherever yet there beats a heart,

and generous, it has infused into the social Hate be its sole desire ;

and intellectual frame; how infidelity in reDry wood stands every where to start Into a glorious fire.

ligion has followed in the train of that phiYe with whom Freedom yet remains,

losophy to which the German mind has turnSing through our streetsælate;

ed as to its only free region of speculation; Burst ye love's thraldom-forging chains, and they have no hope but in the sword. In And learn at length to hate !

any moral power their faith is shaken. Give quenchless battle and debate

They doubt its very existence in the public On earth to Tyranny,

mind. They hope nothing from the free conAnd holier shall be our hate

cession of the princes; they hope as little Than ary love can be.

from the vast mass of their dependents,C'ntil our hands in ashes fall, The sword shall be their mate;

that is, of half the nation lulled in a Circean We've loved too long; come one and all,

slumber of official comfort, but they know And let us soundly hate !

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have spread a wide substratum of discontent; | route from Tajura, at the mouth of the Red Sea, that the great powers Prussia and Austria to Ankober and Angolalla, the capitals of the are powers made up of the most heterogene. He ascertained that Messrs. Combes and Tami

Eastern and Western Christian kingdom of Shoa. ous fragments, and they hope that a spark of sier had been at Shoa, and were consequently warlike fire breaking out some day in some the first European visitors since the time of the one quarter—they care not where—may raise Portuguese Jesuits. Monsieur Dufey came next, a general flame, and national liberty soar up but he died at Jidda: then the missionaries, out of the conflagration. How far this hope Krapf and Isemberg; then Rochet D'Hericourt, may be realized, we leave Time to decide. and finally himself, being the first Englishman. Meanwhile, on the one hand, the govern

Three other travellers had perished in the

country, Mr. Airton, and Messrs. Fain and Kielments stand strong on the system which we

Dr. Beke ascertained that Ankober was have described; and, on the other, the tri- 8200 feet above the sea, and Angolalla $400. umphant career of Herwegh, and the sale From Shoa, Dr. Beke travelled to Kok Fara, of five editions of his volume in less than two in the province of Gedem, never before visited years, prove that the spirit of popular liberty by any European. On this excursion he deteris making rapid strides. Even the King of mined the Waterished in 10° 11' N. in a swampy Prussia, with his affectation of liberality, Hawash, a river flowing to the eastward to the

moor, between the Abai, or Blue Nile, and the thought fit to give Herwegh an audience Mohammedan kingdom of Aussa, where it loses while he was in Berlin, though, with his itself in a lake, supposed to be 150 miles in cirusual inconsistency, he afterwards ordered cumference. Dr. Beke describes the countries him to quit the city. Other princes, follow- he traversed as varying in character from the ing his example, raised the consequence of most absolute sterility, to the most luxuriant vegthe young poet, by warning him out of their etation. He speaks of large plantations of

сарterritories, and he returned to his Swiss strong- and fertile meadows, the whole studded with

sicums and excellent cotton, of rich corn-fields, hold; where, however, he sate himself down trees, and divided by hedge-rows of jasmine, in additional strength and comfort, having roses, and honey-suckle. won a rich wife while in the Prussian capital. Mr. Rochet d’Hericourt has published the The success of his poems, the fire of their details of his travels in Abyssinia in the Bulletin contagious spirit, and, above all, the éclat of de la Societé de Geographie de Paris. He his tour, have, as might be expected, given describes the character of the countries through birth to fresh young poets and fresh issues Shoa as full of beautiful landscapes, decorated

which he passed, and represents the kingdom of of songs, which, however, have not yet ac, by a splendidly varied and vigorous vegetation. quired sufficient importance to be included But his narrative wants astronomical positions,

and other positive data. It is understood that this genileman has again started for Abyssinia, supplied with the necessary instruments.

În 1842, the British Mission, under Major Harris, penetrated from Tajura io Shoa, where

they spent upwards of a year. The results of THE PROGRESS OF DISCOVERY IN THE

this mission have just been published under the

title of "Highlands of Æthiopia ;" a work which INTERIOR OF AFRICA.

has disappointed the expectations of many, as amidst an unusual parade of language, contain

ing little real information. The previous favorThe progress of geographical discovery in able reports of the kingdom of Shoa, met. howthe interior of Africa has always excited more ever, with confirmation ; and the information interest and curiosity than in any other portion gleaned by the naturalists of the party is very of the globe. This is probably owing to the valuable. mystery which veils the whole of the central Dr. Beke had obtained previous information portions of that great continent, combined with regarding the existence gouthward of Abyssinia the great fatality which has so frequently been of a great river, called Go-jub, which flows into attendant upon exploratory, expeditions. But the Indian Ocean; and major Harris obtained “ the tide of exploration," said the President of further information regarding this great stream, the Royal Geographical Society, in his last anni- which, as forming a line of water communication versary address, "has set in late years in a with the interior, may ultimately be turned to remarkable manner towards Abyssinia," and as good account, is an object of considerable imporit is from that country, and by the comparative tance. It is represenied as being three miles cool and healthy upland and highland districts, broad, and navigated by large canoes, and is that we can most hope for a successful explora- supposed to be the same as the Zebee of the tion of the interior, so it is also a remarkable missionary Antonio Fernandez. fact, that after so many attempts, and the sacri- Major Harris also heard of a hitherto unknown fice of so many lives, the present appears to be Christian population, having a powerful monarch the moment when the greatest promises of suc- at its head, south of Katia, and designated as cess are held out to us.

Susa; and it is remarkable that, in the seventh Early in the year 1841, Dr. Beke traced the century, the knowledge of Ethiopia, acquired

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