IV.

Then throngs of starving paupers sought her side

Creatures of rag and bone,

With long and matted hair,

Victims of waste and dearth

And lifted up once more her stricken pride;
And with rough jest and moan,

Discordant wail and mirth,

They bade her lie no longer sobbing there.
Then, a dread fell all around

The spot where stood that weeping Queen-
Red was the trodden ground,

And many a drop of red

Flecked her rent robes of green,

Once so bright, so fresh, and clean.
Then came the same deep, mighty tone,
Chilling the marrow in the bone;
And thus it said:

"Whoso spilleth blood of man,
By man shall his own blood be shed."
And while it spake the ban,

To work the avenger went

Armed with the rope and sword,

And starving lips by shrieks were rent

Their blood-debt to the blade

Hundreds and hundreds paid,

And those who shunned it, perished by the cord.

V.

And beautiful exceedingly,

In spite of her despair,
But ever weeping wearily,

Still sat she there,

With wail and cry,

And closed her ear, and hid her eye

In the long tresses of her silken hair;
While the harp went on wailing still
A sad and broken song,

Like some lone stream, hidden by forest-trees,
That never sees the sun.

Heavy, Lord, is thy great will!

What the crime and what the wrong

Hath that weeping woman done?
And the deep voice answered: "None.
Fire is used to temper steel-

Gold in flame is purified

Love may chasten to anneal

Human strength in woe is tried;
Better fitted for the task

That my after-will may ask."

And I heard, and bent mine head,
Listening there, in doubt and dread.

VI.

I saw a man come by;

Broad and vigorous his frame—
Shrewd, yet kindly, was his eye-
Sublime and bold the open brow--
Laughing lip and heavy tread-
Shape of king and freeman wed--

Strength that years alone might tame-Hand to put the sickle in, as well as soul to sow. And I heard a sudden shout

From each torn and rusted shred
Of wire upon the harp break out;
And the Queen lifted up her head.
He took her by the hand-
He whispered words of cheer-
He reärranged her robe-

He girt her bosom with the jewelled band—
And veiled with tender touch each snowy globe
Which heaved with hope again;

And she laughed through the tear,
As she began to strain

Upon her mystic lyre,

Anew, each torn but still melodious wire.

VIL

By her side he sate him down, He laid upon her lap the broken crown, And near her hand a scabbarded sword he placed; Yet, ere his task was done,

His form by age was bent,

And many years had run

Their wheels in heavy furrows o'er his brow;

Upon his way he went.

And a great cry brake forth

West and East, and South and North,
A terrible shout of grief-

A nation weeping for its chief:

The man was gone.

Again, that beautiful Queen was sitting there alone.

VIII.

She struck not her breast as she struck before,
But she took up a book, and a name she wrote
On its golden page, and a joyous note

Of triumph burst from the glad harp once more;
And she wove laurels green,

And stood up and mourned the dead, like a mighty Queen.

IX.

Then shout and cry arose-
A wrangling for the spoil—*
The strife and hate of those
Whose selfish spirits wage

The quarrel for the heritage,

Forgetting it belongs to the sweat and to the toil.

X.

For the first time she spake;
Awful yet beautiful it rung-
The musical and silvery song

Which from the rosy arches brake

Of that imperial mouth.

Glad and quick the answer swung

Its mighty peal of joy along

The heaven, as if a single tongue

Answered from East and West and North and South.

*The "shout and cry" which are said to have arisen over "a wrangling for the spoil," must have been from the O'Connellite party, as it is unfortunately known that O'Connell received a yearly tribute for his services-such as they were—was paid like a mere lawyer-as he was. "Spoil" is a most appropriate term. It is equally well known that one of the fundamental principles of the Young Ireland Party was not to take "place," and that their first disagreement with O'Connell was on account of his putting a "placeman" (Mr. Shiel) into Parliament, and his avowed conviction that a patriot would not be demoralized by receiving office under government-that government, be it recollected, which he daily abused as no other could.—ED.

And like one man they came

The Strong, the Beautiful, the Young, the Old,
The Pauper and the Mourner,

The Eloquent and Bold

The Warrior brought his Sword, The Rich Man brought his Gold, The Poet brought his Wealthy Word, And the Starving brought his Misery. And like a Queen they found her, And she looked on all with a kindly eyeBut, she gazed on the last, and her cheek grew flushed, And her eye grew gentler still;

And the envious hushed,

And the wrangler blushed,
And the guilty shook,

As she placed the crown of gold on her head, And pointed to the name she had written in the book

The name of the dead

And spake to them all her will.

XI.

The wind and the cloud swept the shapes away—
I called and I cried, but they would not stay;
But as they went, like a rushing of flame
From a furnace-mouth, the deep sound came;
And it said: "I work by the ways I choose:
I harden in fires, or I soften in dews;
The Many shall be, when I will it, the One,
A People shall end what a Man has begun."

ZODIACAL SYMBOLISM.-PART II.

GENERAL PRINCIPLES OF ZODIACAL SYMBOLISM.

THE article in your August Number must serve as my preface. I shall now adopt a more rapid mode of enunciation, and instead of giving the history of my ideas, I shall content myself with explaining their leading results as ultimately systematized. Any thing like formal demonstration you will readily perceive to be quite out of the question, with so vast a subject and such brief limits as I have necessarily prescribed to myself, and fortunately such a demonstration is less necessary than would, at first, be supposed, since the simple sequence of the facts and laws which I shall present, together with the explanations necessary to make them intelligible, will, in themselves, constitute an argument of an important and evident character. Were it not so, I could not think of venturing before the public with so many novelties in so small a compass, and in a form which, otherwise, offers them so little protection. I proceed then at once to lay before you a brief summary of the leading results thus far arrived at. Some of them will require considerable explanation, others must necessarily be passed over very rapidly. I shall extract rather largely from the early chapters of my work, as I can not well express myself with greater conciseness without running the risk of being occasionally unintelligible.

It is now, I consider, fully demonstrable that all the mythologies and superstitions of the different nations of the earth, as far as they have yet been examined, are all parts of one common system, successive developments or reduplications of one particular range of ideas, and this to an immensely greater extent, and in a much more precise degree than has hitherto been suspected. In other words, I hold that universal Mythology is one indivisible system, just as much as universal Geology is one system, the