And as the moon rose higher in the sky, Lighting dim garden paths, through branches high, With their wild, pealing laughter, filled the perfumed air. Another hour,-and in a lighted room Where glorious pictures lined the lofty wall, It was in honour of a gallant youth, Those friends were met, the friends he dearest loved, All wishing he were there; and well, in sooth, Might his gray father unto tears be moved, Listening his grateful praise,—his tears were unreproved. Her bright eyes sparkling with delight and love, Then were his trophies from all lands displayed,— High, nodding crest, and deadly battle blade, And birds of curious note in glittering plumes arrayed. And, in her joyful phrase, she told how he, Ere their next meeting, o'er the wave would come, Like a glad spirit, to partake their glee, And cast delight and interest round his home: Gaily she told, how sitting in that room, When the next harvest-moon lit up the pane, He should himself, his marvellous tales relate ; Alas! encircled by the Indian main, That night beneath a tamarind tree he sate, Heart-sick with thoughts of home, and pondering on his fate. The heavy sea broke thundering on the shore, Of ravening creatures, and a wild, shrill cry And wild, impatient grief, and longings vain Another year-and the relentless wave Had washed away the white bones from the shore; And, mourning for his son, down to the grave Had gone the old man with his locks all hoar ;The household festival was held no more: And when the harvest-moon came forth again, O'er the dark pines, in red autumnal state, Her light fell streaming through the window pane Of that old room, where his young sister sate With her down-drooped head, and heart all desolate. Winter's Wreath, 1830. CTOBER. This month like the preceding, bore successive titles in the Roman calendar. The senate gave it the name of Faustinas, in compliment to Faustina the wife of the Emperor Antoninus Pius: Domitian called it Domitianus, and Commodus named it Invictus, from the skill he displayed in the public games. Previous to these changes, however, it was called October, which it still retains, from the words Octo (eight,) and Imber, as it was the eighth month in the Alban calendar. It became the tenth in the time of Numa. The Saxons called it Wynmonath, signifying wine, or vintage. Remarkable Days. 1.—ST. REMIGIUS, Or St. Remi, a celebrated archbishop of Rheims, born of illustrious family, and heir to great wealth. He was raised to the see of Rheims about the year 460, distinguished himself by his learning and virtue, converted and baptised king Clovis, and died in the year 533. He was the author of a History of Rheims, and other works. 6.-ST. FAITH. A virgin martyr of Aquitain, who suffered martyrdom under Dacian, about the year 290. 9.-ST. DENYS, Or Dionysius, the Areopagite, was converted to Christianity by St. Paul. He was one of the judges of the court of Areopagus, but afterwards bishop of Athens, where he suffered martyrdom in defence of the gospel. He is the patron saint of France, in honor of his having been the first who is known to have preached the gospel in that country. 11.-OLD MICHAELMAS DAY. Still observed in many places as the end of one year and beginning of another, in hiring servants. 13.-TRANSLATION OF KING EDWARD THE CONFESSOR. A festival instituted by the Romish church to commemorate the removal of the king's bones, or relics. He ascended to the throne of England in 1042, and greatly improved the laws and condition of the country. 13.-1822.—ANTONIO CANOVA DIED. THE YOUTHFUL DAYS OF CANOVA. By Catherine G. Gordon. He dwelt in an elysium of bright thoughts. Would pierce the dim of distance, and o'erpass His circumscribed existence, Hope lay there, Unloosed by him the rude and boisterous sports The graceful art, whose early votary What though despondency might cast a gloom Rose from that slight depression with a zeal Visions of beauty filled his waking dreams: E'en then of those fair forms his hand mature To him all things thronging the path of life A theme of rapture and of wonderment. An instrument, amidst whose golden chords The shades of evening, watch the roseate clouds |