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in the dying chamber of England's greatest choose his own profession, and ere very long, poet; we have read him till we have been became a public schoolmaster. carried wherever he listed; and thus would we, Seven years after this, we find him removed in this place, and at this time, when looking to Maidstone, in Kent. In 1805, he married, forward to our becoming an unobtrusive pastor, and continued to pursue his avocation with in some unknown, unheard of hamlet, express success until 1809, when he returned to Plywhat we have felt and thought when reading mouth, at the earnest request of some friends, Carlyle: thus much also, that you, reader, will who were anxious to place their sons under his not fail to be likewise moved, should you take up care : he remained here till within six months his volumes; and so likewise will you think. of his death: his duties allowed him little or Remember then, that a young, dreaming, hoping, no recreation. In 1820, he produced his Banks reverencing boy, sitting in this antique room of Tamar, which was well received ; and four and beneath the quiet cupola, on this day of years afterwards he published Dartmoor, with Feb. 28th, and in this year 1848, has felt and still greater success. Friends now gathered thought what you do: so farewell.

round him, and even royalty itself smiled. He continued from this time to write occasional

pieces for magazines until disabled by sickness. CARRINGTON.

In 1830, he relinquished his school and re

moved to Bath, where he died but a few The subject of our present paper was born months afterwards. His burial-place seems at Plymouth, in 1777, of respectable parentage; suited to his character: it lies in the secluded Nothing remarkable occurred in his

life until village of Combehay, somewhat more than three he reached his sixteenth year, when he was

miles from his late residence, “ deep sunk” in apprenticed to Mr. Thomas Foot, a measurer :

a romantic and sequestered vale. the pursuits of his profession, however, were

Our author's finest poem is, unquestionably, unsuitable to his literary predilections. The Dartmoor. It is marked by much truth and love of poetry, as embodied in the beautiful beauty, and its strain is lively and joyous ; creations of God, had taken possession of his there are a few melancholy notes, a few pensive soul, and when once under the dominion of touches; its versification is in general harthat delightful passion, we feel a growing dis- monious, and its descriptions strong and chalike to noise and bustle; it leads her votaries racteristic; its imagery is correct, and its to the contemplation of nature in all its

ove- | associations pleasant; its episodes are full of liness and grandeur; it leads them to meditate sweetness; it scents of the gorse and broom amid its solitary haunts and quiet seclusions ; which grow on our heaths, and sounds with every flower is rich with a thousand memories, the murmuring of brooks and the dashing of every shrub with a thousand associations. Lite- the rushing torrent. rature stamps an everlasting charm and an

The commencement of the poem presents us everlasting truth on those scenes which rise with the following beautiful apostrophe :in simple majesty around us.

Lovely Devonia ! land of flowers and songs ! In the dockyard there could be little that

To thee the duteous lay. Thou hast a cloud was congenial ; its noise was little suited to the

For ever in thy sky-a breeze, a shower, spirit that had learned to love the creations of For ever on thy meads ;-yet where shall man,

Pursuing Spring around the globe, refresh poet and of painter. He might, indeed, have

His eye with scenes more beauteous than adorn dreamt of beautiful things while at his labours ;

Thy fields of matchless verdure! he might, indeed, have depicted with his fancy The glowing south-with all its azure skies, the blushing scenery of nature colouring it with And aromatic groves, and fruits that melt

At the rapt touch, and deep-hued flowers that light golden and with purple tints; he might, indeed,

Their rints at zenith suns-has charms like thine, have listened to the sweet music of heaven and

Though fresh the gale that ruffles thy wild seas, earth; but ever and anon the truth would come And wafts the frequent cloud. I own the power that he was far from these, and they far from Of local sympathy, that o'er the fair

Throws more divine allurement, and o'er all him.

The great more grandeur; and my kindling muse, Each day, as it glided by, bore with its fading Fired by the universal passion, pours, glories the entreaties of our poet for a change Haply, a partial lay. Forgive the strain,

Enamoured, for to man in every clime, of situation : it was in vain he asked; the boon

The sweetest, dearest, noblest spot below, was refused. After some three years of hope Is that which gives him birth; and long it wears and fear, he ran away. He had no sooner done A charm unbroken, and its honoured name, this, than he felt the effects of his own rash- Hallowed by memory, is fondly breathed

With his last lingering sigh. ness, for not having courage to return home, he seemed an outcast and an exile. In this And who is there amongst us who feels not emergency he entered on “ shipboard,” and the power of local sympathy? How beautiful soon after was present at the victory off Cape and bright those hills up which we toiled in St. Vincent, on the 14th of February, 1797. childhood; how thick they stand with sweet Having written some verses on the occasion, associations ! how lovely those woodbine lanes the first he ever penned, they met the eye of along which our feet used to stray, and what his captain, who appreciated their merits, and remembrances entwine their green hedge-rows became deeply interested in their author. and shady trees! The very wild-flowers that Having learned his story, he promised to send trembled in the evening breeze seemed more him to his parents immediately on their arrival exquisite than others. How quiet and calm in England. The youthful bard soon obtained the village we were accustomed to visit, with forgiveness, and was once more reinstated in its straw-roofed cottages, low porches, and the home of infancy. He was now allowed to latticed panes, with its ancient church and

Not the south

ivied parsonage! There seems to be a deeper The following is very picturesque :shade in those yews that skirted the church

Fair is thy level landscape, England, fair yard, and a more softened repose breathed over As ever nature formed! Away it sweeps, the lonely graves. And thus we ever cling A wide, a smiling prospect, gay with flowers. to those streams, and walks, and flowers, and

And waving grass, and trees of amplest growth,

And sparkling rills, and rivers winding slow trees, and peaceful huts, and Elizabethan man

Through all the smooth immense. Upon the eye sions we gazed on in bygone years : memory Arise the village and the village-spire, adorns them with a more than rainbow beauty.

The clustering hamlet, and the peaceful cot The sky of Italy may be bright and sunny,

Clasped by the woodbine, and the lordly dome,

Proud peering 'mid the stately oak and elm but the sky which mantled over the place of Leaf-loving. Sweet the frequent lapse of brcok, our birth, and which witnessed our youthful The poetry of groves, the voice of bells sports, seems to us more sunny and more bright.

From aged towers, and labour's manly song

From cultured fields upswelling. Sweet the hues Other lands may be graced with the narcissus Of all the fertile land; and when the sun and the orange-blossom, and may be breathed on And shower alternate empire hold, how fresh, by gentle winds and balmy gales, and there How gay, how all-enchanting to the view,

Beheld at first, the broad champaign appears! may be silvery whisperings in their woods; but that nook” which beheld us laughing in

Nor is this less beautiful :the joyance of childhood seems to be graced

Bird, bee, and butterfly-the favourite three

That meet us ever on our summer path ! with sweeter flowers and breathed on by more

And what, with all her forms and hues divine, softened gales; and from out its woods comes Would summer be without them? Though the skies a more silvery music. Other countries may be Were blue, and blue the streams, and fresh the fields, decked with high-crested mountains and deep

And beautiful, as now, the waving woods, dark lakes reflecting in their still waters the

And exquisite the flowers; and though the sun

Beamed from his cloudless throne from day to day, magnificent sunset and sunrise and the re- And, with the breeze and shower, more loveliness splendent glory of the starry hosts ; but there Shed o'er this lovely world ; yet all would want is a retreat which yields to us thoughts more

A charm, if those sweet denizens of earth

And air made not the great creation teem stirring and feelings more throbbing than any With beauty, grace, and motion! Who would bless of these.

The landscape, if upon his morning walk

He greeted not the feathery nations, perched, We return to Dartmoor :

For love or song, amid the dancing leaves;

Or wantoning in flight from bough to bough, In sunlight and in shade

From field to field : ah! who would bless thee, June, Repose and storm,-wide waste! I since have trod If silent, songless were the groves,-unheard Thy hill and dale magnificent. Again

The lark in heaven?-And he who meets the bee I seek thy solitudes profound, in this

Rifling the bloom, and listless hears his hum, Thy hour of deep tranquillity, when rests

Incessant ringing through the glowing day; The sunbeam on thee, and thy desert seems

Or loves not the gay butterfly that swims To sleep in the unwonted brightness-calm

Before him in the ardent noon, arrayed But stern : for, though the spirit of the spring

In crimson, azure, emerald, and gold; Breathes on thee, to the charmer's whisper kind

With more magnificence upon his wingThou listenest not, nor ever puttest on

His little wing-than ever graced the robe A robe of beauty, as the fields that bud

Gorgeous of royalty-is like the kine And blossom near thee. Yet I love to tread

That wander 'mid the flowers which gem the meads, Thy central wastes when not a sound intrudes

Unconscious of their beauty. Upon the ear, but rush of wing, or leap

How exquisite is this :Of the hoarse waterfall. And, oh, 'tis sweet

Long To list the music of thy torrent streains;

He wooed a maid all innocence and truth, For thou too hast thy minstrelsies for him

And lovely as the lovliest nymph that treads Who from their liberal mountain-urn delights

Thy banks, swift rushing Rhone; and she returned To trace thy waters, as from source to sea

His passionate suit, and every day that came They rush tumultuous.

Strengthened the indissoluble charm that wound

Itself round their young hearts. Thy skies are blue, There are times when the soft and voluptuous

Fair Provence, and thy streams are clear, and fringed please not, when we seek the solitary region; By the lush vine, that in thy quiet vales the stern features of nature are then more Hangs out its full frank clusters, glowing deep suited to the soul; we love its severer beauties;

With richest amethystine tint; and thou

Hast songs of witching minstrelsy from bowers the voice of waters amid the solemnity of seem

Of fragrance; and amid the deepening shade ing desolation is proper music, none other is Of groves, sweet cots-abodes of health and peace desirable. The singing of the birds harmonizes By woodbine, rose, and myrtle sweetly decked.

But love has power to fling an added charm not, the cooing of the dove is unwelcome; the

Even on the beautiful; and when these met, whispering of trees, and hum of bees, and tink

At magic eve, the soft, the sunny south lings of the sheep-bell belong not to creation Yet more enchanting seemed ;-the hills, the vales in its wilder domains. The silvery chime of

Wore an unearthly charm ;-the crystal streams

Rolled on with new-born minstrelsies ;---the woods the chapel-bell would be ungrateful; nothing

Were greener, fairer; and this world arose but the torrent's hoarse and dashing sounds To their quick-beaming and delighted eyes, are in accordance. In such a spot, all solitary

With all the hues and forms of Paradise. and alone, sublime thoughts will often pass If mind thus makes more beautiful the beautiover the spirit, and shake it as with a storm ; ful of earth when it is swayed by the tender a mightier power is disclosed, a more tre- passion of love, why, when that mind becomes mendous energy; the busy world is shut out, perfected in the very elements of affection and the transient affairs of mortals shrink into holiness, should this fair creation be withlittleness; the immortal stands divested of its drawn? We believe the general opinion to earthliness; we feel, as it were, a new being. be erroneous on this subject. It may, indeed, With the vast sky above, and the wide waste be the received idea ; but it does not necessarily below, the mind puts on its highest and loftiest follow, because it is so received, that therefore attributes.

it is true: history will point out the fallacy


of deeming a thing veritable because it is hemlock grew on the banks of its dark turbid universal. Our knowledge concerning the un- stream; it was characterized by uncleanness ; seen world may be limited, but not so limited licentiousness and sensuality were there. Jusas many would have us to think; they build tice there was none; love there was none. Its their argument on the declaration that "eye heaven was the true idea of hell; its true picture, hath not seen, nor

ear heard, neither have its true essence. It was, indeed, drawn with a entered into the heart of man, the things which master's energy and a master's power, but it God hath prepared for them that love him." bore the dim, black colourings of that “other On this, too, we build our objection. And place.” And hence do we find it demonstrably first, may not this passage refer to man by certain that eye hath not seen those holy and nature-man without a revelation ? Then is unclouded scenes which unfold their beauty it true. Eye hath not seen, ear hath not and their sweetness in the other world. heard, the heart hath not conceived; but Je- But to our belief God himself has revealed hovah hath revealed ; He hath opened up; He the loveliness and unsullied grace of that fair hath unfolded ; He hath unravelled the mystery; region. Hath he not said that it is smiled on He hath withdrawn the veil ; He hath poured by holiness :-hath he not declared that it is living sunshine into the dim and dark unknown. breathed over and pervaded by the divinest If He has not, what mean those glimpses of affection that its beautiful intelligences love? heaven seen in the Book ? What mean those –hath he not said that weeping and sorrow scenes of the eternal realm ever and anon shall be for ever banished, and for ever exiled brought before the eye in the Oracle? Nay, there :-If we are wrong in our faith, what what mean those full and glowing descriptions mean these descriptions :—what mean these fine of the better land, so often protruded on the bold sketches :—what mean these magnificent gaze in the authentic Word? What means paintings :—what mean these withdrawals of the that magnificent city, and that limpid stream, mystic curtain ?--what mean these cheering and that tree of life? What mean those deep promises ? Oh, mean they nothing ? With divine hymnings, and those glorious anthems voice as of ocean's roar, and the sublime roll rolling their harmonies upwards to the throne of thunders, yet sweet as the soft cadence of of almighty love and almighty power? And an evening bell, are they, too, without import? because we have not conceived those tran- It was necessary that a revelation should tell scendant beauties, and those matchless splen- man whither he was bound; it was necessary dours, and those exquisite strains, and those that a revelation should declare the charactremendous outbreaks of song, does it therefore teristics of that world beyond, to which he follow that God may not have revealed the was verging every moment, and hastening every unutterable vision ?

hour; it was necessary that a revelation shoulă The national religion of the ancient and be implicit on this matter, seeing that therein modern world corroborates the Apostle's asser- were knitted together the hopes and fears, tion. Time would fail us to examine each and the consolations and the terrors, of the human every illustration: one or two must suffice. breast. And according as it was required, so The Grecian mythology was man's conception was it done. Look we in the pages of that -man's thought: it was his idea of the unseen Book ; what read we: “Eye hath not seen, world : fair and lovely, and graceful in many nor ear heard, neither have entered into the of its creations, it was deficient in purity, it was heart of man, the things which God hath prepolluted with every crime, debased with every pared for them that love him. But God hath vice. It was without the first element of love; revealed them unto us by his Spirit : for the that hallowed principle, in its divinest and Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things most unsullied essence, was not there : it was of God.' The darkness which rested on the without holiness. And here we may behold asserted fact is dispelled by the latter clause ; the verity of the scriptural fact, that man hath gloom is hence; the twilight has become open not conceived the glories that lie beyond that day; doubt, certainty. dark barrier which shuts us from the spiritual Heaven is love; love is heaven. He who and eternal.

is made perfect in love, is already in the enPassing over the sterner Roman, and the joyment of its bliss. Love-heaven; heavenfantastic Hindoo, and the vigorous Norse my-love. Thus we reason; perhaps rightly: hence thologies, let us take our second illustration every feeling of the heart should beat with from the imagined heaven of the South Sea love; every thought be imbued with love. Oh, islander ; and we shall find that, with its many to reach this, to become thus assimilated to the brilliant truths, it has not this—the immaculate Everlasting! Of all the Bible, we admire the purity of its inhabitants. And wherever we epistles of the beloved disciple the most; how turn our attention, we shall see that all are thrilling and divine their melting and subduing wanting in this respect. Now Jehovah reveals tenderness! we cannot read their deep gushing it as based on holiness, as shrined in love; words without once and for ever feeling that a distinct and separate idea from theirs : the heaven is love; love, heaven. great heart of humanity dreamt not, even in And, indeed, we find that love, when pure its most hallowed moments, of this : it dreamt and holy, makes even our fallen earth a heaven. not of pu ity; it dreamt not of love; neither did The love of any worthy object is bright as it dream of the spiritual exceeding the corporeal, the golden beams of a sunny sky lighting up nor that obedience to the Supreme was the with a greener beauty the dark palms in some highest freedom. Its paradise was decked ocean's isle. Love nature, and what happiness with the helenium, and the hellebore, and the is ours ! Cling to its forms and its majestic henbane ; the sleepy poppy and the poisonous shapes, and what unutterable joy! Sit on a



solitary sea-rock, watching the dashing of the of the Almighty's power; the stars are emblems surging billows, and what inexpressible delight! of his majesty; the trees of the forest, and even Gaze ever on the growing dimness of eventide, the wild flower of the field, are all significant and what delicious luxury! The being is thrilled, of his goodness. Every object is pressed into as it were an aspen leaf; it is tremulous to use; they shine with a perpetual lustre, they every gentle breeze, and every passing sound. sound forth his praise in magnificent and deepAnd the flowers, too-the peeping upwards of rolling symphonies. the crimson rose at the dawn of summer, how Nor is this all. When the Lord of Hosts like the beauty of a blushing countenance, and speaks, he employs them as tokens of his pleathe sweetness of an angel's lips; the slightest sure or anger, his mercy or justice, his wrath or touch, and the soul is moved with ecstatic love; they are the expression of the Divine throbbing! Love ever thus yields an unsullied mind to the sons of men; nor, when the new felicity. We speak not of unchaste, unhal- dispensation awakens on the world, and enkinlowed, sensual love: ah, no! sad that such a dles the horizon with an everlasting brightness, creeping slimy thing should ever have had its is the fact altered. The Messiah gathers his birth-hour: but so it is. We weep to know it; most beautiful arguments from the lilies of the would that it were dead, and swept far off into field and the birds of the air; thy carry with annihilation! Love parents-love kinsmen- them a force which no sophistry can overturn; love friends-love wife-love child with the there is a grace and dignity about them, a spirit's fondest, purest, deepest, affection, and freshness and loveliness which move strangely what inexpressible bliss ! Nature then be the heart. more beautiful, and all her

Creation is thus used to illustrate the grand tinted with a richer colouring.

doctrines of everlasting truth ; its Maker does Stand on ocean's shore, and, while the west- not content himself with barely and simply ern sun casts forth its gloomy grandeur on declaring the fact that he is love, but points the hills of Arran, and the breeze sweeps on- to the material universe in confirmation, and wards from the far distance, and the hoarse as affording one of its most striking proofs. music of the wave dashes ever and anon on And well he may tell us to look there. Is the ear, look on those clouds that roll and not this world, even in its present state, an billow around the sinking day-god, and oh! invincible argument for its truth? Does not with their every change, and their every hue, every floweret of the field, every wild rose will come remembrances of those we love, and of the straggling lane, every limpid current, those who, night after night, and morning after and every swelling river, beam brightly with morning, have kneeled in secret prayer to the the affection of the Most High ?-does not every Everlasting for us ! And with those hallowed tree and every leaf bear the impress of the and tender memories comes a soft ethereal tenderness and regard of One who rules above melody—sad and yet gay—a strange harmony Oh, when we gaze on inanimate nature, with of pensive yet lively tones. And then will the its varied scenery bedecked with so much lovethoughts pierce upwards, and dreams of the liness, and sweetness, and sublimity, we canbetter land come over us, visions of its dark- not otherwise than feel that its Author is in veiled glories, sounds of its mysterious min- very deed the God of love! strelsy, echoes of its deep-strung praise, rever- The universe is a token of the Deity's regard; berations of its rolling anthems, gleams of its it is the working out of his affection ; it is the magnificent sky, tints of its graceful beauty, seal of his benevolence; it is the substantial colourings of its enchanting loveliness, beams proof of his mercy; it gleams with spotless of its vast, and infinite, and imperishable bless- beauty; it is enrobed in untainted grace ; it edness! And have we not, too, when far away ever sends up the sweet cadences of song; it from the waters of the sea, gone often into our glows with unceasing music; and each sound chamber in the shadows of eventide, and, clos- and sight, whether it be the soft, silvery strain ing the door, have we not knelt with those we of confiding hope, or the tremendous and sublove, and prayed to the King of that sunny lime stirring of the storm, or whether it be clime? And the rays of that bright realm, and the calm and quiet landscape of England, the mellifluous hymns of that sweet land, and or the rugged and magnificent scenery of Switthe odoriferous perfumes of its myriad flowers, zerland, yet do they all breathe out alike the and its eternal quietude of bliss, have stolen goodness and care of God. gently over us, and we have arisen full of Would he illustrate the mysterious workings its tranquil peace, and in the deep gazes of hal- of his Providence, he points to the birds of the lowed tenderness have we felt that love is air and the grass of the field ; would he speak heaven; heaven, love.

of his power, he bids us view the hurricane, If, then, love can exist in this creation, and the deep roll of the majestic ocean ; would yea, and gather an intensity of delight from its he tell us of his dominion, he unveils the cattle beautiful materialism, why should that mate- on a thousand hills, and the magnificence of rialism be altogether banished from heaven the midnight sky; would he describe the We may be told that the general tone of the vivifying effect of true holiness, he brings Scriptures discountenances such a view, but it forward under the figure of the water, the in this we differ, We there see that the fountain, the river; would he enforce the docprophets and the sweet singer of Israel were trine of man's resurrection, he employs the deeply impressed with the loveliness and gran- seed which is cast into the ground, and yet deur of the outward universe; every passage becomes a beautiful flower or a leafy tree; of their writings teems with some reference would he inform us of the brightness of the to them. The winds are made he symbols eternal kingdom, places his finger on che

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stars ; yca, would he make known to us his perfect forms is not inconsistent with the highlove, he creates a world !

est intellectual vigour and most unsullied purity. We find, then, that the soul, when stirred But it seems from what we generally hear that up by affection, draws exquisite delight from we shall be too holy and too spiritual to regard this material creation, and that Jehovah him- such labours of the Eternal with anything apself makes use of its several objects to illustrate proaching to delight or pleasure. Is it not disthe doctrines of revelation; and we have only honouring Him whom we serve, to say that the again to look into that Word, and we believe beautiful operations of his wisdom and power will we may trace some proofs for the presence ever become below our regard ? If He could proof nature in the blessed world. Is there any nounce them very good, then is it not wrong in reason why we should be deprived of snow- us to say that they are not in accordance with crowned mountains, and gentle, undulating the essential purity of heaven?-what! not the slopes, and flowery meads, and golden clouds, soft balmy summer sky, and the genial warmth and the dim loveliness of twilight, and the of spring, and the silver crescent, and the splendour of the starry night? Can we see twinkling stars, and the music of land and no wonder in these to move our praise ?--can water in sweet agreement with the calm unrufwe behold no manifestation of their Creator?- fled serenity of that rest which is above? nothing of Divine skill :--in the myrtle and The great God, the highest spiritual essence, in the oak, are there no indications of infinite delights in the universe which his breath created. wisdom and infinite power ?-is there nothing It is allowed that nothing which could receive to elevate our spirit, and teach us a deeper his approbation could be devoid of grace ; He homage? Why are these to be banished - is beauty itself; and such could not issue from why for ever exiled ? Are the Maker's works under his fingers, bearing the impress of his so imperfect that it is possible for us to reach approval, without being beautiful and perfect; beyond them ?-rather, are they not so exqui- deformity cannot come from him ; He is the sitely faultless that the highest stretch of intel- altogether lovely; and all his works are imlect will never be able to scan all their beauty printed with the same exquisite grace and and all their grace? Does not every new addi- exquisite loveliness. tion of knowledge, and every new discovery, Before this creation had any existence, its awaken at the same time a new sense of their idea was conceived by the Eternal, and as he perfection? are the ignorant as deeply impres- is perfectly holy, it is clear that its conception sed with their inimitable workmanship as the would yield delight; every thought and every learned ?-is the sensualist so moved with action of such a Being must breathe happiness rapture at their Divine loveliness as the lover and peace. If the conception gave pleasure, of the good ?

surely the working it out in its minute details, If, then, in our best and holiest seasons as well as its bold and magnificent outline, creation blushes with its most enchanting would of necessity bring the richest enjoybeauty, and if it is a truth that the more pol- ment; and hence when He gazed on the stuluted we become, so much the more our pendous operations of his power-looked upon sense for its fair and exquisite charms becomes it in all its dawning beauty and dawning splendeadened, then it necessarily follows that the dour, we read that he pronounced it very good. purer our lives, and the higher our condition in Since, it has been shown that the material the scale of moral and intellectual greatness, so universe is not incompatible with the Supreme, much the more will our faculties become sen- and since, then, it cannot be inconsistent with sitively alive to its resplendent glories and its the highest and most unsullied purity, it follows perfect loveliness. Think we that when sin is that we shall never be too holy nor too spiritual bound down to hell, and the bosom pervaded to regard its glories with indifference. by divine affection, that the daisy and the violet Nor must it be forgotten that the outward will shame their Creator :- Think we that the creation borrows much of its beauty from the angels receive no delight in gazing on the rich soul—"Nature always wears the colours of the and varied prospects of nature? Why did they spirit.”- Mind is the omnipotent adorner of the burst into loud hymnings at the birth of our universe; it invests its every object with a tenlovely planet ?---why those acclamations of the fold charm; it breathes over its every form morning stars, if they revelled not in the fresh- a nameless loveliness. What is it that gives so ness of the new-created earth, and had no eye deep, a witchery to the twilight-hour-is it for its untainted sweets ?

not the associations of bygone years, memories All that proceeds from the hands of God is of our beloved ones, scenes of childhood, hopes faultless; and if so, it follows that the mind can of unfading bliss ? Is it not, too, our ethereal never be so far exalted as to regard his works part that awakens in each rustle of the leaf, in with indifference. A flower is the handiwork of each gurgling sound of waters, in each coo of the Divinity, and can He create an object devoid the dove, some remembrance of the past, or else of beauty? If not, then it must be that the some music of the future world? Why do we soul, however raised and however dignified, can love the summer with its soft golden clouds, never reap any other emotions but those of de- and voice of birds, and perfume of a thousand light whilst gazing on its matchless perfection. flowers ? Is it not that every object is connected

It may be objected to this that there are with some thrilling thought of former days, or many deformed and loathsome objects in the teems with the deepest manifestations of a world around us; but it should be recollected father's love? And when looking upwards on that we are speaking of a region where sin is the vast vault, spangled with a million stars, not, and where deformity cannot enter, and why do we feel those throbbings and stirrings arguing that the material creation in its most as if the heart would burst? Is it not that our

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