TO MARY IN HEAVEY.

THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,

Again thou usher'st in the day

My Mary from my soul was torn;

O Mary! dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?

See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast;

That sacred hour can I forget,

Can I forget the hallowed grove,

Where by the winding Ayr we met,
To live one day of parting love!
Eternity will not efface,

Those records dear of transports past;

Thy image at our last embrace;

Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!

Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore,

O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning, green:

The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar,
Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
The flowers sprang wanton to be prest,
The birds sang love on every spray,

Till too, too soon, the glowing west,
Proclaimed the speed of winged day.
Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care!
Time but the impression deeper makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear.
My Mary, dear departed shade!

Where is thy blissful place of rest?
See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

JAMES GRAHAM.

1765-1811.

THE Rev. James Graham was born in Glasgow. He studied the law, and practiced at the Scottish bar for several years, but afterwards tooks orders in the Church of England, and was successively curate of Shipton and Sedgefield. Ill health compelled him to abandon his curacy, where his virtues and talents had attracted notice, and rendered him a popular and useful preacher, and on revisiting Scotland, he died on the 14th September, 1811. "The Sabbath" is the best of his productions. There is no author, excepting Burns, whom an intelligent Scotchman, residing abroad, would read with more delight than Graham. He paints the charms of a retired cottage life, the sacred calm of a Sabbath morning, a walk in the fields, or even 9 bird's nest, with such unfeigned delight and accurate observation, that the reader is constrained to see and feel with the writer.

On the first publication of the Sabbath, which was issued anony mously, none of his family were acquainted with the secret of its composition. He took a copy home with him one day, and left it or the table. His wife began reading it, while the sensitive author walked up and down the room. At length she broke out into praise of the little volume, adding, "Oh, James, if you could but produce a poem like this!" The joyful acknowledgment of his being the author was then made, no doubt with the most exquisite pleasure on both sides.

ARGUMENT.

Description of a Sabbath morning in the country. The laborer at home.-The town mechanic's morning walk;-his meditation.-The sound of bells.-Crowd proceeding to Church.-Interval before the service begins.-Scottish service.-English service.-Scriptures read. The organ, with the voices of the people.-The sound borne to the sick man's couch-his wish.-The worship of God in the solitude of the woods.-The shepherd boy among the hills.-People seen on the heights returning from Church.-Contrast of the present times with those immediately preceding the Revolution.-The persecution of the Covenanters-A Sabbath conventicle:-Cameron:-Renwick :-Psalms.-Night conventicles during storms.-A funeral according to the rites of the Church of England.-A female character. The Suicide.-Expostulation.-The incurable of an hospital.-A prison scene.— Debtors.-Divine service in the prison-hall.-Persons under sentence of death.-The public guilt of inflicting capital punishments on persons who have been left destitute of religious and moral instruction.-Children proceeding to a Sunday school.-The father.-The impress.-Appeal on the indiscriminate severity of criminal law.-Comparative mildness of the Jewish law. The year of Jubilee.-Description of the commencement of the jubilee.— The sound of the trumpets through the land.-The bondman and his family returning from their servitude to take possession of their inheritance.- Emigrants to the wilds of America.Their Sabbath worship.-The whole inhabitants of Highland districts who have emigrated together, still regret their country.-Even the blind man regrets the objects with which he had been conversant.-An emigrant's contrast between the tropical climates and Scotland.The boy who had been born on the voyage.-Description of a person on a desert island.His Sabbath. His release.-Missionary ship.-The Pacific Ocean.-Defence of Missionaries. -Effects of the conversion of the primitive Christians.-Transition to the slave trade.-The Sabbath in a slave ship.-Appeal to England on the subject of her encouragement to this horrible complication of crimes.-Transition to war.-Unfortunate issue of the late warin France-in Switzerland.-Apostrophe to TELL.-The attempt to resist too late.-The treacherous foes already in possession of the passes.-Their devastating progress.-Desolation.-Address to Scotland.-Happiness of seclusion from the world.-Description of a Sabbath evening in Scotland.-Psalmody.-An aged man.-Description of an industrious female reduced to poverty by old age and disease.-Disinterested virtuous conduct to be found chiefly in the lower walks of life.-Test of charity in the opulent.-Recommendation to the rich to devote a portion of the Sabbath to the duty of visiting the sick.-Invocation to Health -to Music.-The Beguine nuns.-Lazarus.-The Resurrection.-Dawnings of faith.--Its prog ess.-Consummation.

THE SABBATH.

How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
Mute is the voice of rural labor, hush'd

The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.
The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath.
Of tedded grass, mingled with fading flowers,
That yester-morn bloom'd waving in the breeze.
Sounds the most faint attract the ear-the hum
Of early bee, the trickling of the dew,
The distant bleating midway up the hill.
Calmness sits throned on yon unmoving cloud.
To him who wanders o'er the upland leas,
The blackbird's note comes mellower from the dale;
And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark
Warbles his heaven-tuned song; the lulling brook
Murmurs more gently down the deep-worn glen;
While from yon lowly roof, whose curling smoke
O'ermounts the mist, is heard, at intervals,

The voice of psalms-the simple song of praise.

With dove-like wings, Peace o'er yon village broods;

The dizzying mill-wheel rests; the anvil's din