They are gone too, happy lovers Living pulses beat no more; Keener blisses, deeper raptures Greet them on the Eternal shore; As those lovers lov'd below Sister angels love them now! But, though fled from human vision Not from human hearts they fade; Sacred is the grove they wander'd, Sacred every nook and glade: Nature's self "DOTH WITNESS BEAR TWO TRUE LOVERS DID WALK HERR." RURAL SKETCHES. VAN AMBURGH. Who has not heard of Van Amburgh, and his Lions? Every man, woman, and child, we should think, within the length and breadth of Her Majesty's Dominions! Well do we remember some four years ago, the tigertamer's first appearance in London, and the warın enthusiasm with which he was hailed. We were ourselves present, in a somewhat conspicuous situation, at the great banquet given to him on that occasion. All the party, like ourselves, were delighted with the singular urbanity, the mild unassuming modesty, the manly diffidence which characterized this conqueror of the forest-king. When he appeared on the stage of Drury Lane, hundreds rushed nightly from all parts of the huge metropolis to witness his daring and extraordinary feats. Never, perhaps, on any occasion, was the town taken so completely by storm-never was there such an universal rush to old Drury-not even when the Kean was in hi proudest zenith-not even when immortal Mali poured forth those glorious notes, those ecstatic str. They are gone too, happy lovers Living pulses beat no more; Keener blisses, deeper raptures Greet them on the Eternal shore; As those lovers lov'd below Sister angels love them now! But, though fled from human vision, Not from human hearts they fade; Sacred is the grove they wander'd, Sacred every nook and glade: Nature's self " DOTH WITNESS BEAR TWO TRUE LOVERS DID WALK HERR.” RURAL SKETCHES. VAN AMBURGH. Who has not heard of Van Amburgh, and his Lions? Every man, woman, and child, we should think, within the length and breadth of Her Majesty's Dominions! Well do we remember some four years ago, the tigertamer's first appearance in London, and the warm enthusiasm with which he was hailed. We were ourselves present, in a somewhat conspicuous situation, at the great banquet given to him on that occasion. All the party, like ourselves, were delighted with the singular urbanity, the mild unassuming modesty, the manly diffidence which characterized this conqueror of the forest-king. When he appeared on the stage of Drury Lane, hundreds rushed nightly from all parts of the huge metropolis to witness his daring and extraordinary feats. Never, perhaps, on any occasion, was the town taken so completely by storm-never was there such an universal rush to old Drury-not even when the Kean was in his proudest zenith-not even when immortal Malibran poured forth those glorious notes, those ecstatic strains, out-rivalling the music of the spheres! Great nobles, illustrious dukes, ancestral marquisses, and distinguished knights of the garter,-men from the loftiest palace and the humblest cottage-rushed in admiring swarms to behold the paragon of men, who could control the uncontrollable, and tame the untameable beasts of the desert. We were present too, when the fair Queen of these Realms, then unmarried, dazzled the house with her own peerless beauty, attended by a gallant retinue of nobles, and a pleasant sight it was to behold those expressive features, now brightening with surprise and admiration, and anon pale with fear, as the bold Van Amburgh outrivalled all previous exertions, in his endeavours to gratify the Sovereign. And now, it will be asked, which do we prefer,--Van Amburgh in the town, or Van Amburgh in the country? We say the latter infinitely! What a grand sight to see the cavalcades approaching from the hills and distant vallies,-gigs, carriages, carts, donkeys, horses, mules, all sorts and descriptions, and age and youth, and loveliness, all alert, and lively and cheerful,-a mighty mass of happy human beings, streaming onward through the sunshine, over the bleak desert heaths, and along smiling, peaceful vales of health and fertility,-all united for one great and paramount object, to behold the eighth wonder of the world, Van Amburgh,-the tamer of the wild-beasts of the wilderness ! Then, again, the arena! What is the mere confined, |