Oh, go not yet, my godlike love, stay but a moment more And Zenia's step shall lead thee on, to Hayna's golden shore, No white man's foot has ever trod, the vale that slumbers there, Or forced the gold bird from its nest, or Gato from his lair; But cradled round by giant hills, lies many a golden mine, And all the treasure they contain, shall be my Diez thine, And all my tribe will be thy friends, our warrior chief thy guard, With Zenia's breast thy faithful shield, thy love her sweet reward. The valley's won, the friends are true, revealed the golden tide. And Diez for Hispania's shore, quits not his Indian bride. D.A.H. * * * * * RECENT VISIT TO POMPEII. _(For the Mirror.)_ For the following details respecting a city, accounts of which, (although so many are already before the public,) are always interesting, I am indebted to the oral communication of a friend which I immediately committed to paper. M.L.B. My object in visiting Naples was to view that celebrated relic of antiquity--the city of Pompeii, of which, about one half is now supposed to be cleared. The workmen proceed but slowly, nevertheless something is always being done, and some new remnant of antiquity is almost daily brought to light; indeed, a fine statue was discovered, almost immediately after my visit to this interesting place, but as I had quitted Naples I could not return to see it. A stranger, is I think, apt to be much disappointed in the size of Pompeii; it was on the whole, not more than three miles through, and is rather to be considered the model of a town, than one in itself. In fact, it is merely an Italian villa, or properly, a collection of villas; and the extreme smallness of what we may justly term the citizens' _boxes_, is another source of astonishment to those who have been used to contemplate Roman architecture in the magnificence of magnitude. Pompeii however, must always interest the intelligent observer, not more on account of its awful and melancholy associations, than for the opportunity which it affords, of remarking the extreme similarity existing between the modes of living _then_, and _now_. "'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!" for in truth, we are enabled to surmise, from the relics of this buried and disinterred town, that manners and customs, arts, sciences, and trades, have undergone but little change in Italy since the period of its inhumation until now. In Pompeii, the shops of the baker and chemist are particularly worthy of attention, for you might really fancy yourself stepped into a modern _bottéga_ in each of these; but, the museum of Naples, wherein are deposited most of the articles dug from Pompeii, Herculaneum, and Pæstum, is a most extraordinary lion, and one which cannot fail to affect very deeply the spectators; there you may behold furniture, arms, and trinkets; and the jewellery is, I can assure you, both in