With thee to listen, while the tones of song
Swept ev'n as part of our sweet air along,
To listen silently ;-with thee to gaze

On forms, the deified of olden days,

This had been joy enough ;—and hour by hour,
From its glad well-springs drinking life and power,
How had my spirit soar'd, and made its fame

A glory for thy brow !-Dreams, dreams!—the fire
Burns faint within me. Yet I leave my name-
As a deep thrill may linger on the lyre
When its full chords are hush'd-awhile to live,
And one day haply in thy heart revive
Sad thoughts of me :-I leave it, with a sound,
A spell o'er memory, mournfully profound,

I leave it, on my country's air to dwell,—

Say proudly yet-"'Twas her's who lov'd me well!"

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GERTRUDE,

OR

FIDELITY TILL DEATH.

The Baron Von Der Wart, accused, though it is believed unjustly, as an accomplice in the assassination of the Emperor Albert, was bound alive on the wheel, and attended by his wife Gertrude, throughout his last agonizing hours, with the most heroic devotedness. Her own sufferings, with those of her unfortunate husband, are most affectingly described in a letter which she afterwards addressed to a female friend, and which was published some years ago, at Haarlem, in a book entitled Gertrude Von Der Wart, or Fidelity unto Death.

GERTRUDE,

OR

FIDELITY TILL DEATH.

-Dark lowers our fate,

And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;

But nothing, till that latest agony

Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose

This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house,

In the terrific face of armed law,

Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be,

I never will forsake thee.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes rais'd,

The breeze threw back her hair;

Up to the fearful wheel she gaz'd—
All that she lov'd was there.