Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“You will,” said he, “complete a course at Trinity—then, ho! for
Leyden. There is the spot for the healing art. I know two Americans
there; one of them fought O’Shaughnessy, our adjutant. Leyden, _mon
cher_, is the modern Salerno. Never name Edinburgh—where the
prelections—_horresco referens_—are in English. Leyden is your place.
Don’t touch their gin—we call it Geneva, a corruption of the Dutch
_gedever_, or juniper—stick to claret. You will find a _compotator_,
that is, a bottle-companion, in Professor Van Valkenburg, in the street
by the old Roman castle. Their anatomical preparations are alone worth a
visit. And then the library”—
But I weary my readers with gossip of fifty odd years ago. My eyes grow
dim. I must bid adieu to Dublin and the O’Meara’s.
* * * * *
=TO ADHEMAR.=
=BY E. ANNA LEWIS.=
I think of thee till all is dim confusion,
And reason reels upon her fragile throne—
The past and present blend in strange illusion;
Thoughts, feelings, all commingle into one,
As streams and rills into the ocean run;
And my pale cheeks are drenched with a suffusion
Of drops upheaved from lava-founts of wo;
And while these burning tides my lids o’erflow,
Impassioned Fancy to thy presence hies,
And suns her in the radiance of thine eyes—
At the pure well-spring of thy bosom sips,
And feeds upon the nectar of thy lips;
Then back, with gathered sweets, returns to me,
As homeward comes at eve the honey-freighted bee.
* * * * *
=MY FIRST SUNDAY IN MEXICO.=
=FROM THE JOURNAL OF A VOLUNTEER OFFICER.=
=BY W. W. H. DAVIS.=
I had reached the goal of my hopes and my ambition, and was comfortably
quartered in the city of the Montezumas. There, in that proud and
ancient capital, and surrounded with so many of the comforts and
luxuries of life, I almost forgot the toils and sufferings of the march
and the bivouac, and here, for awhile in comparative ease, “the pomp,
pride and circumstance of glorious war,” which is so fascinating to the
untried soldier, seemed almost realized. The American army had occupied
the city long enough to establish order, by a well-regulated and
efficient military police, and the enemy having retired some distance,
the officers and men began to extend their sphere of observation beyond
the limits of the capital, when off duty, to the beautiful suburban
towns and villages near by.
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