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When the sinful deed was done
One single regret might atone
To the God whom I so much dread.
Twice ready my sin to repent

I heard (surely to warn me 'twas sent)
Stern death's invisible tread.

Alas! Alas!

You were happy in my embrace,
And all thought of repentance fled.
Alas! Alas!

I suffer-my love never prays.

You remember dark Brenta's ford,
Where oft we our gondola moored,
With the morning alone to remove.
The tree that its shelter bestowed,
The flowers that their heads gently bowed,
As you told me the tale of your love.
Alas! Alas!

Death caught me in your embrace,
Your kisses still hot on my face.
Alas! Alas!

I burn-but my love never prays.

Give me back those fresh jessamine bowers,
Where your hand spread a pillow of flowers
For my fevered head to rest.

Give me back that lilac-bloom,
Whose dewdrops and sweet perfume
My burning lips refresht.

Alas! Alas!

Let me feel the cool dews on my face,
In your arms once more tenderly prest.
Alas! Alas!

I thirst-but my love never prays.

In your gondola now you rejoice

In another's soft loving voice,

Whom my portrait must surely displease

For in jealous spite she has cast

To the waves that sweet pledge of the past,
And you sit there still at your ease.
Alas! Alas!

Why appeal to that last embrace,
I must suffer in silence, in peace.
Alas! Alas!

All is over-my love never prays.

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TRANSLATIONS ROM THE SABRINE COROLLA.

THE following versions of some of the German extracts in the Sabrina Corolla have been made in the hope that they may prove of interest to some who are accustomed to use that book, but who are not familiar with the language in which they are written as well as to others who may be pleased to see in an English garb some of the flowers of the anthology culled by an old Johnian, whose perfect taste is as well known as his finished scholarship.

PAGE 20.

Zeus to Heracles.

Not by drinking of my nectar hast thou won thy might divine: Thy God's might it was that gave thee now to drain the heavenly wine.-SCHIller.

PAGE 32.

Raffaelle may be first of painters; but, before that wondrous Face, Leonardo, who shall dare to give thee but the second place.

PAGE 54.

Now I comprehend thee, Fate;

Not from this world blessing comes;

Only in the stilly dreams

Of Poësy, its beauty blooms:

Thou dost send me pain and wrong,

Yet with every pang a song.- UHLAND.

PAGE 70.

I may not say that in thine eyes

The heavens' own azure beameth;
That on thy lips the tender blush

May's earliest rose beseemeth.
That on thy breast and snowy arms
Shine forth the lily's purest charms.

PLATEN.

But oh! how fair the spring, if once
Lilies like thine were blowing,
And hill and dale with roses sweet
As thy sweet lips were glowing,
And heaven's high arches overhead

Blue as thy own blue eyes were spread.-UHLAND.

PAGE 72.

Not in blasts of chilly north

Breathes the rose its fragrance forth.

Wouldst thou win this earth's sweet love?

Sun thee in the Light above.-W. MUELLER.
PAGE 84.

Every billowy sea Odysseus traversed, so to find his home:
Passed through Scylla's demon yelling, and Charybdis' whirling foam,
Through the ocean's many terrors, throngh the perils of the land,
Roaming even in his erring quest to Hades' dreary strand;

Till at length his fortune bore him sleeping to his native earth,
And he woke, and weeping knew not, 'twas the country of his birth.

PAGE 104.

SCHILLER.

Rich in thy wealth, but poor thro' hate and sorrow,
Thou'rt poor to-day, thy heir is rich to-morrow.-ÕPITZ.

PAGE 116.

Barbed is the shaft of Love,

Strive not e'er that dart to move:

Patient bear a little smart.

He that laughs my words to scorn,
And that arrow forth hath torn,

Grievously hath rent his heart.-BURGER.
PAGE 120.

Evil fares the ship that tosses on the raging storm-swept sea;
Yet when storms of Love assail it, fares the heart more bitterly:
For the vessel flings its cargo overboard, and leaps on light;
But the heart must bear its burden ever with it through the night.
W. MUELLER.

PAGE 136.

Knowledge to one is a high and a heavenly goddess; another Deems it a useful cow, yielding him butter and milk.-SCHILLER.

PAGE 150.

Virtues here are only two;

Would they ne'er were separate!

Would the great were ever good,

And the good were ever great !-SCHILLER.

(To be completed in our next.)

L.

THE EDUCATION OF WOMEN.

PERHAPS at the present day there is no one, of those who are interested in education, who would question the good likely to proceed from an education, however advanced, among the middle classes, provided it be confined to the male sex. But it is but a small proportion of thoughtful men who would extend the same liberality to women of whatever class. The question has been much discussed, worn thread-bare some thoughtless people say, who do not consider that it ranks very highly among the most momentous subjects of our time. Yet it seems to be no nearer a decision than ever. The two sides obstinately stand aloof, and refuse to see anything but absolute variance and dissimilarity in their respective ideas. If this mischievous feeling continues, there seems to be but one inevitable consequence, however distant its accomplishment may be. The extreme progress party wish to gain an undisputed victory, and seeking to make woman man, will produce a monster. There can be no fusion, gradual or momentary, of the two natures. Those who endeavour to bring this about, will produce a confusion of metals battered, it may be, into an unfortunately inseparable mass; but the unsightly blotches of confusion, and such they must always be, are not the beautiful unity of perfect fusion. But let each side look more generously upon the opinions of the other, in which way only can we hope for a satisfactory settlement; for at present they will allow no common ground, and hence conviction cannot follow discussion. Let us try to discover the good which exists in each, and whether the two may not amalgamate by a little generous concession. And at the outset we suppose that each side has the happiness of woman at heart, for there is a certain class whose arguments against the education of women are dictated solely by selfishness. With these we may have something to say by-and-by. Now one side says, "Educate women as men, let them push,

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