leads from Gadebusch to Schwerin: the enemy were more numerous than had been expected, but fled, after a short resistance, over a narrow plain into a neighbouring thicket. Among those who were most active in the pursuit was Körner, and there he met that glorious death which he had often anticipated in his poems with so much animation. The Sharp-shooters, who had formed an ambush in the under-wood, poured from thence a heavy shower of balls upon the Cavalry who were in pursuit. One of these, after passing through his horse's neck, hit Körner in the belly, traversed his liver and spine, and deprived him, at once, 'of speech and consciousness. He fell, and his companions in arms carefully raised him from the ground: his features remained unaltered, and exhibited no traces of any painful sensation. Nothing was omitted which could possibly have tended to restore him; but all was in vain. He was buried at the village of Wöbbelin, in Mecklenburgh, under a beautiful oak, in a recess of which he had frequently deposited verses, composed by him while campaigning in its vicinity. The monument, erected to his memory beneath this tree, is of cast-iron, and the upper part is wrought into a Sword and Lyre, a favourite emblem of Körner's, from which one of his works had been entitled. Near the grave of the Poet is that of his only sister, who died of grief for his loss, having only survived him long enough to complete his portrait, and a drawing of his burial-place. Over the gate of the cemetery is engraved one of his own lines: "Vergiss die treuen Todten nicht;"-Forget not the faithful dead. THE GRAVE OF KÖRNER. (By Mrs. Hemans.) "Green wave the Oak for ever o'er thy rest! Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest, Rest, Bard! rest, Soldier!-By the father's hand, *The Poems of Körner, which were chiefly devoted to the cause of his country, are strikingly distinguished by religious feeling, and a confidence in the Supreme Justice, for the final deliverance of Germany. The Oak wav'd proudly o'er thy burial-rite; On thy crown'd bier to slumber, warriors bore thee, And with true hearts thy brethren of the fight Wept as they vail'd their drooping banners o'er thee; And the deep guns with rolling peals gave token, That Lyre and Sword were broken! Thou hast a hero's tomb!-A lowlier bed Fame was thy gift from others--but for her It was thy spirit, Brother! which had made Woe for the one, the last! Woe, yet not long!-She linger'd but to trace Once, once again to see that buried face But smile upon her ere she went to rest! The Earth grew silent when thy voice departed, Here, with the Lyre and Sword! Have ye not met ere now?-So let those trust, Lyre, Sword, and Flower, farewell!" POEMS OF MADAME DE SURVILLE. IN 1804, a small volume was published at Paris, with the following title: "Poësies de Marguerite-Eleonore Clotilde de Vallon-Chalys, depuis Madame de Surville, poëte Français du XV. siècle, publiées par Ch. Vanderbourg." In the preface to this little work there is some account given of the way in which these poems were discovered, and also of the author of them. In the year 1782, a M. de Surville, a de scendant of this poetess, in searching among the neglected archives of his family, discovered some MS. poems, the beauty and excellence of which excited his astonishment and admiration. He applied himself diligently to the study of decyphering the hand-writing, and, with considerable trouble, he succeeded in transcribing the greater part of the MSS. M. de Surville was driven from France by the Revolution, and the originals of the poems were unfortunately consumed by fire. M. de Surville did not live to present to the public the monuments of his ancestor's genius, which had been preserved in his transcription; but in a letter to his wife, written shortly before his execution in the revolutionary tumults of the 7th year of the Republic, he says, "I beseech you to communicate these poems to some one who is capable of appreciating them. Do not suffer the fruit of my researches to be lost to posterity, especially for the honour of my family, of which my brother is now the sole representative." Of the existence even of M. de Surville, we know not whether we ought to doubt, though an accurate memoir is given of him, and an anecdote related of a duel between him and the |