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Nor is the gay luxuriousness of the Assyrian the fall of some forest-tree which has looked capital less gorgeously pencilled :

upon the rising sun for centuries ; nor the Through all the city sounds the voice of joy,

silence of ocean after it has spent its force, and And reckless merriment. On the spacious walls, ripples gently on the shore; nor the silence That, like huge sea-cliffs, girt the city in,

of the out-stretched creation after the deep Myriads of wanton feet go to and fro:

loud crash of thunders; nor the silence after Gay garments rustle in the scented breeze ; Crimson and azure, purple, green, and gold :

the hurricane has swept thousands into the Laugh, jest, and passing whisper are heard there; grave, and desolated the beautiful homes of Timbrel, and lute, and dulcimer, and song:

the happy; nor the silence of the north, which, And many feet that tread the dance are seen; And arms upflung; and swaying heads plume-crowned. says Alfieri, “makes one feel himself removed So is that city steeped in revelry.

far beyond the boundaries of existence.”

It is a BOOK I.

silence, sublimer and more momentous. The Deeper are the tints of his pencil in the fine

coming conflict, the unfurling of banners, the sketch of the Assyrian queen:

war shouts, the martial clangs, the rushing of

the hostile armies, the dying shrieks, the Thus speaking, a cerulean mantle first,

clashing of chariots, the snorting of steeds, and Wide flowing, airy as the gossamer, Round her fine shoulders, with majestic grace,

the tremendous slaughter give the silence an The royal dame disposed ; and on her breast

expression which seems, as it were, to stop the With clasp of pearl and ruby lightly bound:

breathing of the heart. O'er her dark tresses next-all unadorned,

These, descriptive of battle, display great Save in their own luxuriant lovelinessAnd o'er her pale and melancholy face,

power :Augustly beautiful! a rich veil threw;

But now in horrid shock the chariots joined: Then with her damsels-graceful as love's queen,

Dreadful the crash of wheels fast locked-the plunge Majestic as the imperial spouse of Jove

Of mailed steeds,-the ringing of the shields, Forth from the palace walked ; and the steep mount

Corslets, and helms; and dreadful were the shouts With slow step 'gan to climb.

BOOK II.

Of triumph, and the cries and dying groans.

Now, too, on either side, the barbed steedsThe monarch raises a mount over the ashes

Ten times ten thousand-to the battle poured;

And the earth trembled. of his great progenitor. The million troops

BOOK V. crowd around the walls. The king ascends

Then on the Assyrians came, and gazes on the vast multitudes. The As

Confusion and dismay; and, as they turned, syrian banner is uplifted; it flaps over the Shunning the iron tempest, with loud cries huge city ; “in a moment more up came

The foe pursued, and terrified the steeds, the monstrous universal shout like a volcano's

That they fled masterless.

BOOK V. burst":

With a shout,
At his height,

Louder than thunder, all that mighty host

Turned suddenly, and on th' astonished Medes A speck scarce visible, the eagle heard,

Drove like a hurricane. They, amazed and stunned, and felt his strong wing falter: terror struck,

Heard, saw, and wavered; for, as one to four, Fluttering and wildly screaming, down he sank

Their numbers were,-their limbs with toil were worn,Down through the quivering air: another shout:

They had no walls, of refuge. All amazed His talons droop-his sunny eye grows dark

There stood they doubtfully; then looked behind,His strengthless penons fail--plumb down he falls,

Looked-turned--and fled. Even like a stone. Amid the far off hills,

Book VI. With eye of fire, and shaggy mane upreared,

Turned now the hosts
The sleeping lion in his den sprang up;
Listened awhile,-then laid his monstrous mouth

From conflict both; for, with redoubled rage

The storm came on: in torrents fell the rain,
Close to the floor, and breathed hot roarings out
In fierce reply.

The wind arose-the lightnings thicker flashed:

Earth shook beneath the thunders. To the walls
BOOK II.
Hasted the Assyrians,– towards their camp the Medes.

BOOK VI. Perhaps the following is one of Atherstone's most beautiful passages :

As when, at sultry noon, the thunderous clouds, 'Twas midnight now: the melancholy moon,

Dark, motionless, and silent, threatening hang, With wasted face unwillingly arose

No wind is felt, and not a sound is heard ;To walk her weary course: upon the plains

If, then, th' ethereal bolt, with sudden glance, Gleamed faintly the moist herbage : shadow's drear,

The black mass fire; out roars the awful peal, And long, from lofty and umbrageous trees,

Cloud calls to cloud, -air quivers, and earth shakcs :

Even so,--dark lowering, with amazement mute, Slept on the earth ; pale light, and dreamy shade

His vehement words to hear, the multitude Covered the silent city; her huge towers,

Stood motionless; even so at once outburst Like a Titanic watch, all standing mute;

On that dead stillness the tremendous din. And, in the centre, like the spectre-form

A thousand swords leaped forth, -ten thousand tongues, Of perished Saturn, or some elder god,

With dreadful accents, for the Assyrian's blood The dim vast mound. Within their tents, the hosts,

Called out. Or on the earth, in heavy slumber lay;

BOOK VIII. Some of the battle dreaming -some of love, Of home, and smiling wives, and infants some;

But, as when loudest roars the hurricane, The chase some urged-some at the wine-board sat, When pines bow down, and stubborn oaks are rent; And drank unmeasured draughts, and thirsted still. With yet a louder peal the thunder.god

Book IV. From the opening cloud doth call; so, o'er the din There is something sublime in this silence

Of furious myriads, the vehement voice

Rose of Arbaces. over the gigantic city and the sleeping hosts.

Book VU It is not the balmy silence after the last warble

As when, by adverse winds impelled, two clouds, of the shepherd's lute has sunk away; nor

Black and enormous, are together driven, the silence after the last silvery chime of the Outleap the lightnings, and the thunders roar : chapel bell, heard in some lone wood, has Cloud calls to cloud,-mountain to mountain calls, – floated on the air; nor the silence after the Heaven unto earth, and earth to heaven again,

With uproar such, doubts redoubling, rose majestic symphonies of the organ have died

The clamours of the fierce, encountering hosts. along the cathedral aisles ; nor the silence after

Book X.

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Tremendous now the thickening conflict grew;

Amid a bright heaven the one brightest star, Rank against rank, like wave 'gainst mountain wave, Assyria's goddess queen, in regal state Rolling and heaving. Not a cloud in heaven

Magnificent,--to pomp imparting grace, Stirred from its place,-the winds were locked, -no leaf To triumph majesty,-her lord to meet, Moved, - nor thin blade, nor pendant gossamer :

From the great central eastern gate came forth. As if the issue of that mortal strife

High throned upon a car, with gold and gems
Breathless awaiting, nature seemed to pause.

Refulgent, slowly rode she. Diamond wreaths,
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Amid her ebon locks luxuriant, gleamed,

Like heaven's lamps through the dark : her ample robe, In contrast with them, the following lose Sky-hued, like to a waving sapphire glowed: none of their beauty :

And round one graceful shoulder wreathed, one arm

Of rose-tinged snow, a web-like drapery,
Upon a couch,

Bright as a ruby streak of morning, hung.
Purple, and gold, and gems, the king reposed:

Beneath her swelling hosom, chastely warm, His eyes were shut, his countenance was pale:

A golden zone, with priceless gems thick starred, Before him, but not near, Azubah sat,

Flashed gentle lightnings The unresting fire O'er the harp bending, and her lulling song

Of diamond, and the ruby's burning glow, Like a sweet perfume breathing

BOOK XI. With the pure sapphire's gentle beam mixed there :

The flamy topaz, with the emerald cool, Long had the sun gone down: upon his couch

Like sunshine dappling the spring meadows, played : The monarch lay, his eyes with wine and sleep

Gold was the clasp, and ruby. Bracelets light, Heavy and dim. But now before him stood

Of emerald, and diamond, and gold, A damsel, beauteous as a flower of spring:

On each fine tapered, pearly wrist she wore: A dulcimer was in her snow-white hand:

And, round her pillar neck majestical, And, as she played, a song of love she sang,

A slender chain of diamond, -the weight That stirred and melted him. Her gem starred zone,

Sustaining of one priceless diamond, As heaved and fell her bosom, might appear

Like dawn faint blushing, radiant as the morn; With smiles now brightening, darkening now with sighs.

That on her creamy bosom, like a spark An atmosphere divine, the breath of love,

Of sun-fire on rich pearl embedded, -lay. Like glory round the sun, encompassed her.

With graceful ease, and perfect dignity, Her face was radiant as the pearly cloud

Yet womanly softness ; like a shape of heaven, Of Summer's dewy dawn; her hair like night,

In majesty of beauty,-- pale, sereneWhen no star shineth. As she lifted up

With eye oft downcast, yet with swelling heart The dark-fringed curtain of her lustrous eye,

Proudly exultant; on her gorgeous seat 'Twas as the glance of moonlight through swift clouds.

Reclined, of Tyrian purple, golden fringed, Her voice was soft as cooing of young dove

By all eyes mutely worshipped, she rode on. In a spring evening, when the nightingale

In shining cars, behind Assyria's queen, Singeth alone; yet breathed voluptuously

The sons and daughters also of the king, As the warm south, when flowers are in their bloom,

To grace the triumph of the conqueror came. And the rain softly droppeth. The king's soul

He in his blazing chariot, like a god, Was melted at her voice : her lustrous eye

Exulting rode. His helm and mail laid by;
She turned upon him; and his breast was flame.

The sunlike crown upon his head: in robes
BOOK XV.

Attired, that like one waving gem appeared;
Dara, with hand untiring, from the harp

Amid the thunder of applauding hosts, Called breathing tones, and maze-like harmonies,

Onward he came. His coursers' arching necks Such as a quiet spirit might have lapped

With gems and gold were hung ;-and far before, In dreams elysian. Now they seemed to float,

Behind, and round his chariot-glittering bright Like some ethereal choir, in upper air;

With gold and gems, like a phosphoric seaNow murmured like the moaning of the wind

His choicest captains, and his royal guard, In the dim forest; now again came on,

On their proud treading steeds rode gallantly.

Book XIII. Stealthily creeping, like a streamlet's voice Borne on a gentle breeze; and now died off,

Farewell, thou magnificent city!-thy glory As from their own excess of sweetness, faint.

BOOK XXI.

and renown have thrilled our life.blood. We

have beheld thy palaces gem-lit, and thy halls How exquisitely beautiful is this—the tem- blazing beneath the glare of diamond lamps, pest-swelling hymn of battle rolls surging up- and thy beautiful women have danced by, and wards, one huge mass of ponderous sounds:-- the sound of music has stolen onwards, and we A two day's journey distant, 'mid the hills,

have scented thy flowery groves, and heard the Stood Israelitish shepherds, with their flocks:

melodies of thy many fountains-farewell, thou The unwonted sounds they heard, and said, “ Behold

splendid capital! it may be long before we The heavens are opened, and a multitude Of angels cometh down !” BOOK XXII.

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look upon thy like again-perhaps, never. One other of Atherstone's gorgeous paintings, and cold-heartedness of the world ; and in thy

awhile, thou hast driven off the din and stir and we must quit this magnificent production. jasmine bowers we have rested, and drunk in Thrice have the rebels been routed, and the the coolness of thy breeze. Farewell - we have Assyrian conqueror returns in pride and glory loved thee. Amid all thy gorgeousness and to his capital:

revellings, thou hadst a noble heart. Once A myriad gonfalons of bright hue streamed,

through thy streets were wafted on the wind A myriad silver trumpets spake to heaven:

the sigh of penitence and the prayer of faith; Blazed the bright chariots-the gold-spangled steeds Beneath their faming riders proudly trode;

thou didst then prevail with Israel's God; but Flashed helm and shield of gold, and dazzling mail; thy sons grew vile, and thy monarch viler, And, with unnumbered martial instruments

and ye wept not when vengeance threatened; Accompanied, -unto the mighty Bel,

therefore hath ruin seized thee, and utter deAnd to Sardanapalus, king of kings, Triumphal hymns the banded armies sang.

solation! thy chariots and thy horsemen have Her brazen gates wide flung the city then;

fallen; thy walls, so massive, are in the dust; And on the plain, with acclamations loud,

the gale sweeps by as heretofore, but it carries The conqueror hailing,countless multitudes,

not on its bosom the thousand sweets of thy Dense thronging, poured ; and on her walls the throngs Expecting stood; and on her lofty towers.

gardens and violet. walks; there is no perfume Assyria's damsels there, and peerless dames;

now; the stars kindle in thy hemisphere, but Like tulip beds, in richest vesture clad,

no eye upturned from thee watches their spiMade sunshine seem more bright,-and, to the breath Of the sweet south, a sweeter fragrance breathed.

ritual meaning; the moon is there, as of old, But, beautiful amidst the beautiful,

but no fond maiden gazes thereon, and thinks

of the bridal night; dulcimer and harp have the music of that spirit-guide, describing in passed away: the loved and loving. Farewell, glowing numbers the dashing and the crashing bright city!

of polar-storms and the glories of the northern Four years previous to the appearance of the winter. first volume of Nineveh, came out our author's The delicious accents of his lips have died Midsummer-Day's Dream ; a work charac- away; they ascend into the air ; and pass over terized by the same magnificent spirit: it de- a huge continent; and again, the sea rolls, its scribes in glowing language the splendours of waters flashing gloriously beneath the light universal nature; it reminds one of Beethoven's of dawn: they then sink down and reach its immortal Hallelujah chorus in his Mount of rocky bottom; they look up, and all is one Olives; it is a tremendous burst of richest emerald : not a sound is heard. A moment music; it is “ like deep-toned thunder, blended before, the sun shone in its fresh refulgence in with soft whispering rain-drops. There is the eastern heaven, and the waves thundered much of the rising grandeur of Haydn's New their deep, majestic music; but now there is Created World: it is the song of the spheres, nought save silence. They look around, and the hymn of Creation ; it is as thrilling to the behold the ruins of a gigantic city: some mysenses as when a "star gilds the bright summit riad of ages back, it was the abode of life and of some gloomy cloud. It has something of beauty; within its palaces the sound of harp, the stateliness of Mozart's minstrelsy; there is and dulcimer, and Iute was heard, among its the subtle harmony of "dulcet instruments trees and flowers the evening zephyr sighed, and “silver stir of strings;" and then out-swell bright intelligence graced its halls and bowers, the gorgeous sounds rolling onwards with the and the song arose heavenward. Now the ocean's dash of everlasting waters. We mingle melody and dance were gone: solitude sat with other beings lovelier than those of earth ; lonely there. we listen to melodies more exquisite than Through rocks hard as adamant they sink the soft warble of lute or the liquid note of and reach the centre of the earth : here are nightingale; we behold star after star glittering the everlasting fires; on one tremendous arch and gleaming resplendently beneath its own the hills and valleys have a firm foundation : rich golden sunlight; it is the harmony of the the flames roar incessantly; the poet's senses heavens-clear, soothing, divine !

fail ; he feels as if that beautiful spirit-guide Our poet is keenly sensible to all the beau- had departed ; before his eyes stands the pontiful influences of the outward creation; his derous axle on which the world turns its weight: imagination ascends on angelic wings; it paints all around, “beings like statues of hot iron," with all the enchanting colours of the rainbow; / glare on him; then the fires faded, the axle the granduer and the sweetness of his fancy and the mighty thralls were lost in darkness ; bind us as with the magician's spell.

on his ear arose the bellowing of the flames, On the bright and merry day of Midsummer, and the rolling of this planet “ with the noise the poet leaves his dwelling, and after gaun- of iron clanking :” each sense grew dimmer, tering along wild, grassy lanes, and through and the imagination reeled, when again the hay-fields, and climbing the summit of a sound of the spirit's voice came sweetly. steep hill, he lays himself down on the flowery A storm is raging on the sea; they swiftly turf, and with half-shut eyes gazes on the blue ascend, and there is a moan as of dashing expanse of immensity: soon sleep, a soft sweet waters; it swells loud and louder; the waves sleep, falls on him, and thus he dreams :- toss their spray up to the dark, tempestuous

A form most beautiful and majestic stands sky; in the fading eventide of day they behold before him, and offers to show him the wonders a vessel sink. Higher still they rise; the fury of the universe. “The air takes fragrance” of the storm increases; the foam is dashed upas he speaks; the offer is joyfully accepted; wards to the stars; the rain comes down in his ear is opened, and his eye unsealed; and torrents; the winds howl furiously; the black there are sounds, delicious sounds, of divinest clouds cover the whole hemisphere; the lightmusic, issuing upward from every tree, and nings flash and flash again, and the thunders flower, and bank, and hill, and mountain, and rumble, groan, break out in tremendous claps. river; the harmonies breathed out “like ex. They still ascend, and pass into the pure ether: halations," or "floated above like perfume on the poet casts back a lingering look upon the the air;" the winds and clouds, and the “thin earth; the storm seemed but a little point of moon-mist” mingled their exquisite melodies blackness; and the sleeping vales, and hills in creation's hymn.

dappled with light and shade, and lonely walks, They immediately are wafted over the rolling and running streams, and majestic forests, and waters and beautiful islands of our planet to Eden-isles, and lakes shadowing in their bosoms the North Pole; they gaze on the far out- the high summits of their mountains, looked stretched hills of ice, which glitter in every beautiful and bright. Higher yet and higher; brilliant hue-the diamond, the ruby, and the the world is but a star, a moment more and it emerald-beneath the blaze of the setting sun. is lost in the magnificent assemblage of conThe serene eventide came gently on, and the stellations. shades deepened; all was still and motionless ; Our sun flashes like a diamond on the sight; the winds had sunk into a soft breeze, and near and more near they approach; the sce iery even this was dropping; thetwilight darkens, and becomes vast and gigantic-mountains of ruby, the western luminary once more bursting from and emerald, and topaz tower above them the clouds, lights up the snowy regions with forests spread out their luxuriant foliage, and gems of every tinge and colour; the silver rivers, greater than the oceans of our lowly stars sparkle in the wide heavens: then comes world, roll with ever-deepening music.

trees seem "

The land blushes with entrancing beauty; faded, and the silver crescent put on a darkness, the inhabitants are more powerful than man ; and he swept on rapid pinions through the their dwellings are of diamond and amethyst, immensity of space. The fires and the lurid their chariots look like one living sapphire, fames shot upwards, and sunk again; and there their ships are fragrant with undecaying wood, were roarings and bellowings as of some boundthe decks a glowing pearl, the sails of deepest less sea. He stood before a glorious sun and crimson, and the ropes twisted gold; there is its revolving planets; and its intelligences sang no decay; the forests, and the fields, and the a hymn to the spirit of eternal beauty; then it flowers are eternal; the gentle dew, as it dis-mouldered away" in night and solitude.” He solves, breathes out the sweetest odour; their sped onwards, and the face of his radiant guide

pillars for a temple were the gods was oft turned on him, appearing like some might worship the One Deity;" and it has full-orbed moon, but more beautiful and bright. bowers rose crowned, and streams, and emerald Then came the new creation, with its matin banks, and birds of gorgeous plumage, and song of peace and joy; then all was wrapped cities of “inconceivable splendour.” Over a in gloom, and there was a solemn pause,

“All boundless landscape soon they wing their flight, after was a blank," a dim, dull blank, as if and sink down at last on a mountain's brow: “ life had been for years suspended.' He opposite stood a mighty pile, its dome, sky- awoke, andtinctured and towering up until its loftiest

The sea was whispering quietly beneath; pinnacle appeared “like the twinkling of a

The evening breeze was on the hills : and lo! distant star;" its gates, “on their diamond Just touching on the rim of the wide waters, hinges turning, gave a sound as of a multi

The sun himself, sinking in lonely grandeur. tude of harps,” and “one deep thunder-note.” Three angles issued forth, and uplifted the golden trumpet; “three times they blew; three times from infinite space came the long answers

ROBERT BLAIR. back.” Suddenly, a low sweet sound arose, The life of Blair is deficient in all those then deepened into grandeur and burst with striking events which cast around the works of tremendous music; deeper and deeper still, an author a deeper feeling of interest: his swelling onwards from ten thousand worlds days, which were passed happily away in the rolling and surging and breaking into choruses discharge of pastoral duties, remind one of ocean-hymned. The millions assembled be. some flowery spot on which the slant rays of the neath the sapphire-lighted dome; then came western-sun fall, making it golden with beauty. the adoration-anthem, clear and silvery, yet He was born in 1699 ; studied in the University sweeping as the hurricane among the forest trees. of Edinburgh ; visited the Continent; in 1731, The presence of divinity sat throned, the wor- was ordained, and appointed to the parish of shippers fell prostrate; "the voices and the Athelstaneford. He was a man of much learninstruments grew faint, then sank at once into ing and taste, and to these he added sincere an awful hush."

piety. He laboured quietly among his flock But onwards still; bright starry systems yet till 1746, when death gave him to the eternal to see: so onwards in the serene ether.

world. Our poet stands again on the mountain's The production on which his immortality brow: the worship had ceased, the hymn had rests was published some three years before his faded, the music had died away, the temple death, after having received considerable altergates were closed, the glorious intelligences ations from Doddridge. It immediately passed had departed. All was still ; the thistle's

down through several editions, and has since become floated on the gentle breeze.

a standard work. “The eighteenth century Onwards they fly; the sun sinks to a star, has produced few specimens of blank verse of and then is lost in the distance; they approach so powerful and simple a character as that of the dim wreck of a world; its bright inhabitants The Grave. It is a popular poem, not merely lay as if in pleasant dreams, its forests re- because it is religious, but because its language mained entire, not a leaf had fallen–the rivers and imagery are free, natural, and picturesque. and the ocean were frozen—the magnificent The latest editor of the poets has, with singucities uplifted their massive architecture to the larly bad taste, noted some of this author's most heavens-every temple was perfect. All in nervous and expressive phrases as vulgarisms, one dark hour had perished: some were slum- among which he reckons that of Friendship, bering beside the crystal fountain, and some the solder of society.' Blair may be a homely on the banks of a once murmuring lake. In and even a gloomy poet in the eye of fastidious the odoriferous gardens reposed a harper with criticism ; but there a masculine and prohis harp, and on his bosom the form of his own nounced character even in his gloom and homefair one--all fresh, all beautiful as if they were liness that keeps it most distinctly apart from to wake at morn. No perfumes rose from the either dulness or vulgarity. His style pleases empurpled flowers; there was no sound of fall- us like the powerful expression of a countenance ing waters; the winds slept ; not a breeze without regular beauty.” stirred; the air was“ still as an icy sea.

The grave is ever to man a gloomy subject : Again they wing their way, cleaving, “ the and even when illumined by the bright sunfathomless obscure.' The spirit-guide de- shine of heaven, it retains much of its darkness. scribes the creation of a starry system; then To leave the earth, with its sweetly scented ceased, and confusion seized our poet. Gigantic flowers, and luxuriant forests, and verdant shapes seemed to mock, then passed away; and dales, and grassy meadows, and wide-extended beautiful forms came and soothed him; these heaths, with their golden gorse, and snow

sorrows.

white hare-bell, and yellow primrose ; to leave tuned to its divine melody, whose spirit is alive our native land, with its multitude of silver to its every change, and whose thoughts kindle brocks, and its mouldering ruins, and its beau- at the magnificence of the starry heavens, and tiful kirk, and its magnificent abbeys, and its who melts into a tranquil softness whilst gazing fine deep associations, and its pleasant memo- on the grey streak of early dawn, or the crimson ries; to leave the enchanting creation of poet glories of the setting-sun, and whose mind is and of painter, and their bowers of tenderness enchanted with the exquisite mechanism disand truth; to leave our native hills, where we played in the smallest flower and the tiniest were born and brought up, and picked the insect, to such a man what cold consolation he violet and the butter-cup, and bared our brow must receive when the preacher tells him that to the open winds ; to leave those around all these beautiful works of the Eternal will be whose heart the fibres of our own are entwined, swept away at death, and that in the new and to forget their radiant faces, and their af- world there is neither tree, nor herb, nor shrub; fectionate welcomes, and their constant care; he would, doubtless, if this were true, prefer to leave our wives and our little ones, is the earth, sinful and sadly fallen as it is, to the not only a solemn but a bitter thing. It is not bright heaven where hill and dale have no palatable to humanity; it needs all the reve- place. But if you tell him, as the Scriptures lations of the Eternal to dispel its dark, black tell, that there will be the rippling stream, but clouds. Naturally we hate and abhor death: far more clear; and green meadows, but far to look upon it with any other feeling than that more refreshing to the eye ; and lofty mounof horror, we require the spiritual breathing of tains, but far more gigantic; and shady dells, the Holy One: and, indeed, the rich consolation but far more lonely and still; and rolling of his mercy, and the unsullied perfection and oceans, but far more sublime; and sunset and bliss of the promised inheritance, are scarcely sunrise, but far more gorgeous and magnificent; able to deprive the sting of its poison. The and the boundless expanse stretching itself into majesty and grandeur of that everlasting realm, infinitude overhead, but far more profound; the hallowed and unruffled felicity of its inha- and delicious and solemn minstrelsies, but far bitants, the unclouded blue of its sky, the more thrilling than those of this lower orb, eternity of its delights, the absence of all and you will stir up within him his very heart, decay, the exquisite softness and tremendous and he will pant for heaven; he will have sublimity of its music, and the immaculate something to grasp at, something tangible. In beauty of the ever-present Deity are scarcely his hours of unrest and anxiety will the thought sufficient to rob death of its heart-rending cheer his drooping soul; and the fair loveliness

of that nature which he sees and regards will It is natural to man to love the earth ; it is teach him something of those coming glories and natural that his sympathies should be linked | those coming joys. with its varied scenery; on it he first drew To a man who has given up his whole heart breath and gazed on the face of creation, beau- to the tender bliss of domestic life, of what tiful as the blushing countenance of a bride, comfort is it to say that there is a happier land and bright as the glory of the Everlasting ; on above, where all is a deep, hallowed blessedness it he felt the gushing of full-hearted affection, of peace, but where domestic loves will be for and its trees and skies have seen his joyance ever severed ? It may be, and doubtless is true, and gambols in youthful happiness ; and be that our love to God will be the grand moving neath his parent's roof he sang hymns to Jesus, principle of the soul; every thought will tower and folded his little hands together in prayer upwards, and every affection fix itself upon to the Most High; and as he grew older, the Him. But think we friendship and still nearer dim loveliness of its evenings has witnessed and dearer ties will be unknown? Think we his vows and assignations, and firm, unchang- that those relationships which bind our homes ing faith : and his home is here, that temple of with the flowers of paradise, and which give to hallowed charms. It is no wonder, then, that our lips the nectar of Eden, will be altogether man looks on death as a terrible foe: it, indeed banished, and altogether exiled there. No: may give more than it takes; it may bestow an there may, indeed, be no marriage-bond; but abode of tranquil peace and unfading sweetness, there will be instead thereof that boundless and but for awhile it robs him of those precious unutterable ecstasy of bliss which is oftentimes beings whose voices are as the voice of God. felt on earth; there will be that outbursting

Nor are we able even to banish the recollec- and ever-kindling tenderness of word and look tion of the curse; it haunts us everywhere; it which renders this world even now not uncon. ever abides with us; if we go, it follows; if we

nected with the skies. And inasmuch as the lie down, it too lies down with us: no time, no heart will be holier and better, will those afplace, no station is proof against its assaults ; fections and loves gather a diviner beauty and it ever stares us in the face; it mingles in all a diviner vigour. We think, then it is somewe do and say: in the festive scene it comes; what perilous to say that all such delights will in the almost rocfless hut it departs not. be reft away at death : nor do we deem it in

The Scriptures alone unravel the mystery; any way a measure calculated to increase the they alone breathe comfort, they alone shed healthy spirituality of the soul. No one of the light. We indeed have oftentimes endeavoured faculties will be destroyed; they will be purg; to deepen that mystery-to stay that comfort, ed, indeed, and purified, but they will still to darken that light: we have spiritualized too remain; they will become more sensibly alive much ; our bold outlines and strong features to pleasure, and more keenly sensitive of joy. are lost in some dim, ethereal air. To a man Because we are to have no tears and no sorrows, who loves the vast creation, whose soul is at- are we on that account to be for ever shut out

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