It is a good instance of an always interesting literary anomaly that such a line, in its raucous sibilation, should have been produced by an accomplished musician, whereas unfailing melody belongs to Froude, who, loving naturally what he once called ‘the bright and silent pleasures of poetry,’ had small sense of music as an independent art. Yet Newman certainly was capable of a sustained grandeur, as in his verses on Greek models, which Froude did not attempt, and could not attain. ‘TYRE. ‘High on the stately wall The spear of Arvad hung; Through corridor and hall Gemaddin’s[139] war-note rung. Where are they now? The note is o’er: Yes! for a thousand years, and more, Five fathom deep beneath the sea, Those halls have lain all silently, Nought listing save the mermaid’s song, While rude sea-monsters roam the corridors along. Far from the wondering[140] East Tubal and Javan came; And Araby the blest, And Kedar, mighty name. Now on that shore, a lonely guest, Some dripping fisherman may rest, Watching on rock or naked stone His dark net spread before the sun, Unconscious of the dooming lay That broods o’er that dull spot, and there shall brood for aye.’ ‘SIGHT AGAINST FAITH. ‘“And Lot went out, and spake unto his sons-in-law that married his daughters, and said: ‘Up, get you out of this place; for the Lord will destroy this city.’ But he seemed as one that mocked, unto his sons-in-law.” ‘Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill Glorious as he was wont? The starry sky Spread o’er the earth in tranquil majesty,―― Discern’st thou, in its clear deep, aught of ill? Or in this lower world, so fair and still, Its palaces and temples towering high, Or where old Jordan, gliding calmly by, Pours o’er the misty plain his mantle chill? Dote not of fear, old man, where all is joy! And Heaven and earth thy augury disown; And Time’s eternal course rolls smoothly on, Fraught with fresh blessings, as day follows day. The All-Bounteous hath not given to take away; The All-Wise hath not created to destroy!’ ‘FAREWELL TO FEUDALISM.[141] ‘“The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.” ‘’Tis sad to watch Time’s desolating hand Doom noblest things to premature decay: The feudal court, the patriarchal sway Of Kings, the cheerful homage of a land Unskilled in treason, every social band That taught to rule with sweetness, and obey With dignity,――swept, one by one, away! While proud empirics rule, in fell command.