There are pale garlands hung above, Of dying scent and hue ;- She was a mother-in her love How sorrowfully true! Oh! hallow'd long be every leaf, The record of her children's grief! She saw their birthright's warrior crown The standard of their sires borne down, She slumber'd; but it came--it came, With the glad shout, and signal-flame, Fast thro' the realm a spirit moved— 'Twas hers, the lofty and the loved. Then was her name a note that rung To rouse bold hearts from sleep, Her memory, as a banner flung Forth by the Baltic deep; Her grief, a bitter vial pour'd To sanctify th' avenger's sword. And the crown'd eagle spread again His pinion to the sun; And the strong land shook off its chain So was the triumph won! But wo for earth, where sorrow's tone Still blends with victory's!-She was gone !* * Originally published in the Monthly Magazine. THE MEMORIAL PILLAR. On the road-side between Penrith and Appleby, stands a small pillar, with this inscription :-"This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Ann, Countess Dowager of Pembroke, for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d April, 1616."-See Notes to the "Pleasures of Memory.” THE MEMORIAL PILLAR. Hast thou, thro' Eden's wild-wood vales pursued That modest stone, by pious Pembroke rear'd, MOTHER and child! whose blending tears Have sanctified the place, Where, to the love of many years, Was given one last embrace; Oh! ye have shrin❜d a spell of power, Deep in your record of that hour! ROGERS. A spell to waken solemn thought, A still, small under-tone, That calls back days of childhood, fraught With many a treasure gone; And smites, perchance, the hidden source, Tho' long untroubled—of remorse. For who, that gazes on the stone Who but a mother's love hath known, Alas! and haply learn'd its worth First with the sound of "Earth to earth?" But thou, high-hearted daughter! thou, O'er whose bright, honour'd head, Thou from the passion of thy grief, |