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NOTES.

Note 1, page 7, line 20, and page 8, line 1.
When darkness, from the vainly-doting sight,
Covers its beautiful!

"Wheresoever you are, or in what state soever you be, it sufficeth me you are mine. Rachel wept, and would not be comforted, because her children were no more. And that, indeed, is the remediless sorrow, and none else!"-From a letter of Arabella Stuart's to her husband.-See Curiosities of Literature.

Note 2, page 15, lines 13 and 14.

Death!-what, is death a lock'd and treasur'd thing,
Guarded by swords of fire?

"And if you remember of old, I dare die.

-Consider

what the world would conceive, if I should be violently en

forced to do it."-Fragments of her Letters.

Note 3, page 21, lines 13 and 14.

And her lovely thoughts from their cells found way
In the sudden flow of a plaintive lay.

A Greek bride, on leaving her father's house, takes leave of her friends and relatives frequently in extemporaneous verse. See Fauriel's Chants Populaires de la Grèce Moderne.

Note 4, page 57, line 3.

And lov'd when they should hate-like thee, Imelda.

The tale of Imelda is related in Sismondi's Histoire des Républiques Italiennes. Vol. iii, p. 443.

Note 5, page 96, line 9.

Father of ancient waters, roll!

"Father of waters," the Indian name for the Mississippi.

Note 6, page 104, line 21.

And to the Fairy's fountain in the glade.

A beautiful fountain near Domremi, believed to be haunted by fairies, and a favorite resort of Jeanne d'Arc in her childhood.

Note 7, page 107, lines 5 and 6.

But loveliest far amidst the revel's pride

Was she, the lady from the Danube-side.

The Princess Pauline Schwartzenberg. The story of her fate is beautifully related in L'Allemagne. Vol. iii, p. 336.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

THE HOMES OF ENGLAND.

Where's the coward that would not dare

To fight for such a land?

Marmion.

THE stately Homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,

O'er all the pleasant land.

The deer across their greensward bound
Through shade and sunny gleam,

And the swan glides past them with the sound
Of some rejoicing stream.

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