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    Goddess and chariot vanisht utterly . But soon the Princess rose and felt her way Thro' the thick surges of the yellow mist , Till over sword-edged flints and rolling stones , Faintly she fell , hut once again uprisen Lookt round for help . Before her was the sea—The cold , unfeeling sea , that hore away Her fair , false Theseus , with the smiling eyes—Behind her , Death . Now resting on a rock , And clasping hoth her hands , she prayed aloud , m As one that feels the Gods thrust back his prayer : " Hear me , O Zeus ! and thou , Uranian Queen , Whose words late breathed of joy and tenderness ; Hear me , and give me some pale gleam of Hope , To silver the dark forest of my life . O , God ! O , Goddess ! ' tis a fearful thing Thus to have fallen from my tower of stars , Down , down , into the empty darkness down . " She spoke ; but through the island hoarsely rung A peal of mocking laughter , and her words , Caught up , like voices in resounding caves , Beat wildly back upon her throbbing ears . Then came thick Night , and the blind Darkness reacht From Earth to Heaven , and all the lower air Swarmed with a thousand ghastly lineaments - Of shadowy faces fading as they grew , While far off in the mist a wailing cry , A feeble cry fer help , most like her own , Perplext her with a thousand changing thoughts Of crimes unknown , and a dim drowsing sense Of some great loss that yet in shadow lies . Then silence followed ; till , of sudden birth , Amid the moaning waves a tempest rose , And mounted on the intertangled wings ^ Of all the winds , rode over prostrate earth , And marshalled all the wrestling elements With shout and call incessant : far above Reverberant thunders rolled , and lightnings ran A blood-red furrow through the jagged clouds , While earthquakes stampt among the reeling hills , And shook the sea as with the trampling- feet Of myriad giants marching to the strife . Along the ground , dark faces streakt with fire Glared terribly , and threatening shapes swept past , And rushing wings and whirling waves were heard . Then while the fear grew large about her heart , Forsaken Ariadne , weeping , cried : " I am a woman whom fair Hope misled , Until she heard immortal lips proclaim Her entrance to the skies , and dared to lift Her impious thoughts up to the lofty stars . Henceforth I will be sad as others arc , And lowly with a human lowliness . Delight and love are for the " Gods alone , And men need nothing but to grieve and die . ' * M .

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    INDIA AND WATERLOO . "We have looked with , boyish eyes on the panorama of Waterloo . Long years a ^ o it was rolled up and put away , as other records are , till something happens to revive the story , our old interest awakes , and the scroll is drawn forth once again , and opened and set before the eyes of men . Some of those who were brought together last Monday , by the re-openino- of Mr Burford ' s panorama , were drawn by personal ties with the hero or the events to which he belonged ; and these lingered m earnest talk ' before the picture , till the darkness had almost closed over it . lo us it seems by far the best of the artist ' s works—the most surprising , and the most retentive of surprise . The moment is that when , our Guards having begun to charge the Imperial columns , Wellington gives the word for ' the whole army to advanco-a word long and anxiously waited for . The point of view is from a platform in the rear of La 11 aye ¦ Sainte , close by the spot whence the Duke directed the ° P ^^ " ™ $ most of the day . There is some condensation of time , it no ; also ol space , with respect at least to the mam positions . Looking from the Duke , and over the farm buildings , we see the brave Scots <^ 8 >* , thick of their work . Moving round by the left , we are JicUy th 1 nrt Dragoon Guards in full career . These are immediately followedM , y he Twenty-third Light Dragoons and the German Legion 1 hie vast amy of mail and horse , and the charge of Foot Guards , particularly of M at land ' s Brigade , form the most , prominent iiud exciting P \ ° L ^ of picture . The feats of Shaw , Godley , Johnson and other heroes ot m ranks , make very popular bits . That is Private Godley , ^"^ l " ^ foot , and without his helmet . You see he is a very superior looking man , indeed ho is called by his comrades << the Marquis o <*« mj ^ fj ) fia it is that linewell rounded and highly polished head of his , 01 porn | uio t

    , 4 ..: n ..... *! .,. « + 1 . » i ., Mnilnf . inii amount of fat , which gives mm trifle more than the regulation amount of fat , which gives inn of a great general . He iH attacking a mounted cuirassier foi tlic I 1 of capturing his horse , which he succeeds m doing amid the en a English regiment . The Much are seen charging Cu . rassi n * o »^ U nappe road , and there , where the smoke is clearing oil , 3 * 1 W < - £ Hoi aparU , ' * two position * may bo ei .. s » ly found by refereiice t < ti The Duke never caught mght of urn the whole day oi J c whereabout he wa , " J never hiiw umm all my hie , haid io (>{ W « advise all who go to this exhibit . onto give the nsclv » I ^ lime IL i « not to be seen in si hurry , and though we stayed \ na

    two hours , we shall , if possible , go tW « iigiun . j s () in ( , The diorama , ol' llmdosfun wan notwed by us when t I H , ^ monthH ago . . It had a good run , wan dosed for a Hhoit - U ( C co . noK out afresh , Inking aplent y been < |'" UHl an « t ' ^ j ^ .,,, interval . It was painted by l » h . hp ^«» P » . I '"'"" « ^^ ti «« i"t- i-( Voni sketch ^ by Colonel Luard an , others ; and « h a «» ^ ^ mated , it iH one of the best and most evenly lin . Hhcd pe . lo . ma n kind in London . . | : (| l < , i , jcc < ' <>' "We hesitate about having » laugh with the reader oy -a ¦ " , ' .. fl ' nrnonscuso put into our hands us we left the ( . allory . H"l ^ J ] L ,,,, „ | , tally . lid appear in the columns of fho Monnv < , ^ f ^ " , all ha . dly been renrinlUl for gratuitous distnbufion among v . h to . s ^ tl .,, 1 bounyLrn . in making a low extract ... Let us , w . « , „! , we cJi helieve it possible for the writer tohave be » . n «» t o Y ,. but uito .. ersuaded of " carry mg the pub br . with I .. m . h « ; (< () l , ,, r , »< J « difVerenco of fooling w . tli wlndi two po »« o s na ; y , „ ,, „ , UnnUH lu-Biclo moving pictures . Mny wo never oilc nd U «

    whirh makes the diU ' cronco ! -- H ot 0 \* » ln the train of William of Nornmiuly , on hirt ni-rivul on tho b ^^ ,,. ^ 1 w > untry , a . i » . i . 000 , ca . no I ' ullwrt 1 / Aivlwr , othcrwi . se enrolltd yugitturiuM . "

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    VIVIAN JVO 7 AT THE FUNKRAL . Tin ? bayonets and helmets are ( lashing in Lite wmlighL , ( he crowds of anxious specrtators are on tiptoe , and mkruUy ad . niring the long , slow proccHaion moving to mournful inusio ; and 1 , sitting aloiu ; Jiercjii my study witJi one of the wiHest of bool <» , given to me l > y tho clearest ol human beings lay down that book and pa / UKe , " inoiv in sorrow than in anger , " to tliinlc of this show , find what a ^ n ^ ut lla . n i it . is and lias been from fi rst to last . I lie I ) ul < e dies—the nation nioitni . s for him , really and truly mourns ( or bun , on Jirst hearing of his tleatb , and could the procession have taken place then , it would mo have ; diimed in with llie pnjvailing sentinieut as to have n certain reality and appropriateness , but now . that all the mourning really lias past / ivvay and cannot bo revived , wlmt < I < k ; h this sbani mean f What in the purport of this lving in state , and this nuich-talked-of i > rocesHionF And why did I , naturally fond of all seines that can excite emotion , prefer to sit here in my uuiet study , to join the crowd without f " In one ' wont , what (\ och the wholes business mean Y Mourning ! No . " Hoinago to the Duke , " it in said : the symbol of a nation ' s reverence Homage indeed ! Vou get i' |> " UH ^ tri < -al spcctacl . 5 around lie coilm o Ihe old Duke , and thoiisandn coun to gloat upon that spectacle , und call Ihat " homag < . " Wh ; . t homage in it to the body that , lien cold witluu the coflm , inwnsiblo aliln > to pnuso < jrdispra . se , to l . omago or negle < -tf Wliat is all this pomp » ind glory , though . swelled with cannonading thunder and martini nm » i < % and civic dignitari . * , lo / us sou which has pas ! , away to gN . ri . w Car tranHoending fbe . se , or anything that tbene Hiiggent P Either iMMly nor soul , whichever way we look :. t , t , can bo na . d t , o n . ce . ve any gmtificai , on Iron , thin . spectacle and . Is adnnrers JJut . 1 no homage to the Duke , what then ? Why , homage to ourselves A lusty shout , proclaimiiiK wJUut a & *> & ^ on wo arc to produce ho great a man .

    And then this shout is " good for trade . " Shop windows are let a + fabulous prices ; railways , and cabs , and omnibuses , and planks and all other means of transport and standing-room , are in abundant request . Money circulates : which being translated , means , that English life is active , and when a thing is " good for trade , " all is said . Yet not all . Why not frankly call this show a show , and an amusement for the people ? Such as those with which Louis Napoleon- amuses his show-loving electors . Why not let Government say at once , that it enters into competition with Astley ' s and Drury Lane , and so get rid of the unreality which suggests itself in the pretence of mourning for the Duta "

    Did the spectators mourn r Ihose who sat m comfortable windows , with pale ale and sausage rolls , amidst endless chaff and supremel y stupid remarks , were they mourning ? Those who sat for hours in the Cathedral , wearied and cramped , " wishing it were oyer , " were they mourning ? Apart from his own family and some of the old Generals , how can any sane man pretend that there was weeping and wailing , or even silent reverence on this occasion ? I have said before , that the idea of paying homage to the Duke ' s corpse was not less absurd than that of paying homage to his departed spirit ; and if it be not as homage to him that this show was got up : if it was got up to prove how much we honoured him , how much we loved him , and how much we regretted him , I do think the whole business , from the beeinninff to the end , was a pitiable spectacle . And as I passed A pslev

    House yesterday , and noted those iron blinds the JJuke had put up in memory of the outrages of that nation now mourning—outrages committed because he was a true man , and stuck to his opinion like a true man—I could not help reverting to the pomp , and noise , and foolish enthusiasm w hicli have been contrived to do him honour , now his truth can avail him no more . And yet , oh ! respectable Jones , who think these things are " good for trade , " does it not strike you , that there has been an awful waste of money—not to allude to waste of life—in this said show ; and that something more memorable might have been done with that money ? Some hospital for sick soldiers , for instance . Don't you think , Jones , that purely as a matter of trade this show has "been a flam , no less than as a matter of sentiment ? If you do not , I do ; and that is why I stayed away . Vivian .

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    1122 THE LEADE IL ^ [ Saturday ,

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  • Leader (1850-1860), Nov. 20, 1852, page 1122, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1961/page/22/