This was the moral, calm and deep, which to my musing thought, From all the varying views of man and life, reflection brought-- That most things are not what they seem, and that the outward shows Of grade and rank are only masks that hide our joys and woes; That with the soul, the soul alone, resides the awful power, To light with sunshine or o'ergloom the solitary hour; And that the human heart is but a riddle to be read, When all the darkness round it now in other worlds hath fled. Why, then, should sorrow cloud the brow, should misery crush the heart, Since all life's varied changes "come like shadows, so depart?" There is one sun, there is one shower, to evil and to just, And health, and strength, and length of days, and to all the common dust: But as the snake throws off its skin, the soul throws off its clay, And soars, till purpled are its wings with everlasting day; God, having winnow'd with his flail the chaff from out the wheat, When those, who seem'd alike when here, approach'd his judgment-seat. * * * * * THE BANKRUPTCY OF THE GREEK KINGDOM. Come let us drink their memory, Those glorious Greeks of old-- On shore and sea the Famed, the Free, The Beautiful--the Bold! The mind or mirth that lights each page, Or bowl by which we sit Is sunfire pilfer'd from their age-- Gems splinter'd from their wit. Then, drink and swear by Greece, that there Though Rhenish Huns may hive In Britain we the liberty She loved will keep alive. _Philhellenic Drinking Song._ By B. Simmons. In our July No. CCCXXXIII. Sir Robert Peel, Monsieur Guizot, and Count Nesselrode, Great Britain, France, and All the Russias, have announced to the world that the kingdom of Greece is bankrupt. The _Morning Chronicle_, at a time when it was regarded as a semi-official authority on foreign affairs, declared and certified that the king of Greece was an idiot. Verily! the battle of Navarino has proved a most "untoward event." In these degenerate days, a revolution is by no means so serious a matter as a bankruptcy, and kings require rather more than the ordinary proportion of wit to keep their feet steady in their slippery elevation. Greece is therefore clearly in a most lamentable condition, and the British public who adopted her, and fed her for a while on every luxury, now cares very little about her misfortunes. Sir Francis Burdett, Sir John Hobhouse, and the Right Honourable Edward Ellice, who once acted as her trustees, and Joseph Hume--the immaculate and invulnerable Joseph himself, who once stood forward as her champion--have forgotten her existence.