the very point of playing him a trick. For this reason, your knowing fellows prefer other men's friends to their own, which at first sight must appear very unnatural. Another sense in which the word "friend" is used, which is still more extraordinary, is, when a man says "my friend shall wait on you in the course of the day to settle time and place." In this case your friend is a man who uses his best endeavours to give you the satisfaction of either committing a crime or being the victim of one, and who takes with deliberate sang-froid the requisite measures for having you shot through the head. "Nous devons convenir aussi A la louange de nos frères Que pour nous égorger ainsi Ils donnent les raisons bien claires. Et du moins il est constaté Qu'ils nous feront mourir par principe." Another friendship, and one of the warmest which is known in these degenerate times, is that which subsists between an electioneering candidate and his friends." This is indeed an attachment à tout éprouvé. All that this disinterested gentleman looks for, is the good word of his constituents, and to obtain this, what will he not sacrifice? Money is no object: he will give more to get one knave to speak for him, than Damon would have offered to save Pythias and all his kindred from perdition. No ill-treatment cools him, no inconstancy fatigues him, no inequality of condition repels him: and, what scarcely ever happens in other ties, his friendship will last unabated and unwearied for full seven years. "My very dear friend" is an admitted salutation to a money-lender, emphasis being laid upon very in due proportion to the extortionate premium and usurious interest. This phrase is the more legitimate, as such friendship must cost one of the parties dear, according as old Postobit does, or does not, get paid the money on which he speculates. I say nothing of great friends, little friends, d-d good-natured friends, Quaker friends, or the friends of humanity, whose practice is to study generals till they quite overlook particulars. Still less shall I mention epistolary "affectionate friends," and "most faithful and obedient friends;" these cases being too well known to require much illustration. But, before I take my leave, I must mention a property of friendships in general, which seems more particularly to apply to those of our own times. It is this: Friendship, like Burgundy, does not bear travelling. But what is most extraordinary, an attachment, which in the country will subsist at the distance of twelve miles, will perish in London, if removed to the distance of half a mile. Friendship in Brighton does not imply friendship in town; and you may shake a man's hand upon 'Change, without exchanging salutations with him in Pall Mall. There are men whom you may know at Moulsey, at a dog-fight, or an Hell, whom you could not possibly acknowledge elsewhere, simply because every one knows them too well. On the other hand, vicinity is a great bond of friendship. The living, as the Irish say, "hard by concanient" will preserve the most 66 languid connexions; while, as a great lady once observed, no friendship can possibly cross to the north of Oxford-road." Such are a few of the facts which a close observation of the phenomena of friendship has enabled me to pick up. They are not sufficient for building an entire new theory; but they will not be the less acceptable, because they leave the zealous inquirer ample room for ulterior investigation. Who knows?, there is no saying but that, with time and patience, some one will discover sufficient traces for establishing the reality of friendship; or, having found a true friend, may exhibit him in Bond-street at a shilling per head, without being called upon, like the proprietor of the Mermaid, to cut up his specimen for the gratification of idle curiosity, and to afford satisfaction to impertinent sceptics and testy carpers-Dıxı. M. THE PROPHECY OF CONSTANTINE. Because thou hast spoiled many nations, all the remnant of the people shall spoil thee. HABAKKUK, Ch. ii. v. 8. AN Empire, mightiest of the mighty, crushed- Where, like a huge transplanted oak, she stood, Blasted and branchless in her new-found home, With scarce one withered leaf to shield her eaglet brood!- Such was the scene, and such the moral too, On which the sickening sun looked down, that day Her life-blood trickling fast, in the slant ray But doomed to echo back love's melody no more. Heard dismal as the artillery's thunders cease, There javelins hiss, and crash the crumbling walls, Of the last Greeks are parched and choked in death; And not one heart is heard to throb beneath The mangled warrior-heaps, where sits the exulting Turk. He knows no triumph o'er the splendid past On which he tramples with unconscious tread, Byzantium, Rome, Greece-Virtue, Fame, and Power- Reft of a thousand trophies in an hour,- 'The sun sinks fast; and, as his parting beam Flings far its golden blaze o'er tower and tide, Upon no lovelier scene of Nature shone, Than that o'er which his sinking glance he throws:— The Thracian shores, Bithynia's wooded sides, Vineyards and valleys rich, and gushing rills That mix their waters with the gentle tides, To bathe the shelving rocks, whence rise the redolent hills. But hark! loud music sends a stunning crash The war-horse neighs-shouts vibrate through the air— The straitened Bosphorus resounds with splash Of thousand oars, which urge the gallies there On to the shattered breach. The moslem bands, And heavenwards raised are clasped and blood-stained hands, "He comes, he comes, the conqueror of the world! Clash cymbals! trumpets swell your brazen voice! Let the broad banners of the Faith unfurled Wave o'er his sacred head! Rejoice, rejoice!" Such the enthusiast sounds which rose aloft, From fierce fanatics, echoing back the strains, For centuries of their triumphs poured too oft Towards Heaven's insulted vault from Earth's ensanguined plains,—— Forced victory in the desert, and sent down Othman, and Bajazet, and Amurath Whose lustre before Mahomet's but shone, Mark his audacious front and fiery glance- To feast his eyes upon his prostrate prey— Scared by the outstretched corpse that chokes the way, An Empire's death and doom are on the Moslem's tracks. Tell not the rest, Religion :-ear, nor eye May brook such horrors-wrap the curtain round! Fit monument war's deadliest strife to tell, As monarch and as man he scorned to swerve And proved how, throneless, sovereigns can be great: His name redeeming for on Freedom's grave Its latest remnant lost, but spurned the name of slave. Faltering and faint a spectral figure rears His gashed and livid head-and joins the while His trembling hands in gest which marks the Christian's prayers. "O thou, in radiance floating, o'er the brink Bright, but not burning, passeth as the breath Which bears the spirit aloft, and cools the fires of death! Interminable ages long gone by Unfold their buried records to my eye. Heavens! how the wide-spread scene is opening now- How clear his trace-worn path for centuries back— Syria's unpeopled desert freshly swarms- And spread their splendours to my dazzled sight. With head long raised aloft-how humbled now! Of saint and sage, the godly and the great. Whose wisdom works, though thrones and altars fall, And sped their course from Tigris to the Nile; But see on high In the wide west far-stretching lands appear, |