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    well-known German ballad , with the mysterious goblin who doe 3 'his spiriting' so urgently , that you expect to see her shattered to fragments by his iron grasp and scattered to the winds of heaven . He is in black armour , on a black steed . A supernatural flame glares from the vizor , and the nostrils and hooves of the horse send light into the darkness . They leap into the

    picture , ( where there is a church in the back-ground , with dim lights seen from the Gothic windows , and a mysterious shadowy train gliding from the porch , ) as if nearing their home . Every thing around is gloom , except here and there , where , from the crosses on the graves , streams a supernatural light , akin to that seen through the vizor of the rider . In his whole form , there is strong and fearful purpose . At once you see that it is not flight

    from pursuit , but quick progress to destruction . As the wind seizes the white drapery of his victim , you hear in fancy the skeleton bones rattle within the armour of the destroyer ,, and feel that in another bound they will reach the deep dark grave prepared for them . Up with the lamps ; and let us have a scene less gloomy . And we are come to you , land of glowing sunshine , and to ' Le Retour de la F 6 te de la Madone de l'Arc pr&s de

    Naples . ' * By our lady , ' is an adjuration of ancient usage ; and she shall be the lad y we swear by , if she will but spirit us over to the lovel y land where she keeps festival . What a sunset for the close of a day ' s rejoicing ! Surely another deluge is at hand , but it will be one of liquid amber . How you all look as if you had been taking a warm bath in Pactolus . Sweet queen of the

    group , soft , sunshine , Italian-eyed creature , you seated on the car of triumph , are you representative of c la Madone de l'Arc V You are ! You should have a bri g ht rainbow above you ; and yet what has that face to do with aught that tells of tears ? Is not the mirth of your charioteers too rude ? Yet they are innocently

    happy : they have but taken the * wine that cheereth the heart of man , ' not * put the enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains . ' Go on—no don ' t go on , because we want to look at you ; but be just as you are , ever—ever bathed in glowing sunshine , ever crowned with loveliest flowers , ever wreathing them and smiles in quick and bright succession ! No wonder there are two copyists at work . A woman one , who proves by every minute ' s progress that she does not over-rate her power . We wish many

    more would make similar attempts . As yet the power of woman is unknown . What ! are there not songs about ' soft woman ' s sigh , ' and dear woman ' s tearful eye , ' and handing over the man who can * ' mark' either * unmoved' to solitary confinement or a domicile with ' savage monsters , ' or if he dare ' resist her smile , * a dwelling in a menagerie , or companionship with the pigs , like the poor prodigal ? And what becomes of woman ' s intellect and woman ' s soul , and the courage that prompts her to dare do all that may become a woman , feeling that nothing so well becomes

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    60 The Luxembourg .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1834, page 60, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2629/page/62/