w-mist weaves a glist'ning haze,
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An image with a glory round its head:
This shade he worships for its golden hues,
And _makes_ (not knowing) that which he pursues."]

[Footnote 17: "_On Whitsunday._"--It is singular, and perhaps owing to
the temperature and weather likely to prevail in that early part of
summer, that more appearances of the spectre have been witnessed on
Whitsunday than on any other day.]

[Footnote 18: "_The sorcerer's flower_," and "_the sorcerer's
altar_."--These are names still clinging to the anemone of the Brocken,
and to an altar-shaped fragment of granite near one of the summits; and
it is not doubted that they both connect themselves through links of
ancient tradition with the gloomy realities of Paganism, when the whole
Hartz and the Brocken formed for a very long time the last asylum to a
ferocious but perishing idolatry.]

[Footnote 19: "_Hailstone choruses._"--I need not tell any lover of
Handel that his oratorio of "Israel in Egypt" contains a chorus
familiarly known by this name. The words are--"And he gave them
hailstones for rain; fire, mingled with the hail, ran along upon the
ground."]

HANNIBAL.[20]

Two thousand one hundred years ago[21] a boy was born at Carthage, whose
name and exploits have rendered his country immortal. His character
stands forth with unparalleled lustre even on the bright pages of
ancient story. It is hard to say whether he was greater as a patriot,
statesman, or a general. Invincible in determination, inexhaustible in
resources, fertile in stratagem, patient of fatigue, cautious in
council, bold in action, he possessed also that singleness of purpose,
that unity of object, which more than all is the foundation of great
achievements. Love of his country was his one and ruling principle.
Hatred of its enemies his lasting and indelible passion. To these
objects he devoted throughout life his great capacity: for this he
lived, for this he died. From the time that he swore hatred to the
Romans, while yet a boy, on the altars of Carthage, he never ceased to
watch their designs, to contend with their forces, to resist their
ambition. Alone of all his countrymen he measured the extent of the
danger with which his fatherland was threatened by the progress of their
power. Alone he stood forth with the strength of a giant to combat it.
But for the shameful desertion of his victorious army, by the