martial pomp a mere parade,
And war, the bravo's bloody trade!
A beacon o'er the tide of time
Be thou, to point the wreck of crime!
The spoiler spoil'd, from empire hurl'd,
The dread and pity of the world!

O then, by tribulation tried,
Abjuring envy, hate, and pride,
Warn'd of the dying hour foretold
Of earth and heaven together roll'd,
Revering each prophetic sign
Of judgment and of love divine,
Bow down, and hide thee in the dust,
And own the retribution just;
So may contrition, prayer, and praise,
Preserve thee in the latter days!

E. PEEL.

A RAMBLE IN MONTENEGRO.

Few nations of Europe have been less known than the Montenegrians, and
the name even of their country is seldom found on maps.[6] Surrounded
by great empires, they have always preserved the independence of their
rugged mountains, and have even succeeded in wresting several rich
plains from the sway of Turkey. With this power hostilities seldom
cease; but such is the system with which her resources are managed,
that while the Montenegrians are at peace with one pasha, they are
enabled to concentrate their force against another--and all the while
the Sublime Porte does not condescend to interfere. Not many years
ago, they possessed the reputation of being a horde of robbers; and,
in all probability, the pilgrim who ventured among them would have
returned, if at all, as shirtless as themselves. But the breath of the
spirit of the age, though faintly wafted to their mountains, has
softened something of their character, without destroying in the least
their independence or nationality. Bold, hardy, and free, ready and
eager for the foray and the fray, a stranger is now as safe among them
as in any part of her Majesty's kingdom.

Whoever wishes to make the acquaintance of this primitive people, will
do well to embark on board the Austrian Lloyd's Company's steamer from
Trieste to Cattaro. They will be well accommodated, at reasonable
charges, and have an opportunity of seeing the principal towns of
Dalmatia, a country little frequented by travellers. Such was the case
with ourselves, (an English lady and gentleman,) who quitted Trieste
on the 5th of November 1843. The voyage commenced pleasantly, and we
had the good-luck to have the ladies' cabin to ourselves. The captain
was a very gentlemanlike person, the steward attentive, and the
passengers full of politeness. Zara, the capital of Dalmatia, where we