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he lead thee into the fields. Then after the sion of his soul; there still remains the fresh, sweetest words that ever fell from mortal lips, free, vigorous strength of a mountaineer, the day will reach its meridian, and the bells His poems will never become popular; they from yonder village church will break out, and are too gorgeous and magnificent for the multi. the poet's soul will burst with thrilling me- tude ; they pall upon the taste; the mind is mories :

not ever in a mood to enjoy their massive There is in souls a sympathy with sounds,

splendour ; it cannot always be on the stretch ; And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased

it seeks for simpler and sweeter strains. The With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;

wild blast of the hurricane—the startling flash Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies.

of the lightning- the tremendous roll of thunHow soft the music of those village bells,

ders—the bellowings of ocean-do not always Falling at intervals upon the ear

please; they elevate, indeed, the thoughts, but In cadence sweet, now dying all away,

they soon weary the senses; they expand and Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!

dilate the being ; the imagination is fired; we With easy force it opens all the cells

admire the terrible confusion, and even love Where Memory slept. Wherever I have heard for awhile the loud crashings of the storm, but A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.

we soon turn with joy to the softer features of Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,

an evening landscape beneath an Italian sky; That in a few short moments I retrace

and as the traveller, in the midst of the sublime (As in a map the voyager his course)

scenery of the North Cape, with an eye fully The windings of my way through many years. capable of taking in all its grandeur and glory, And pursuing this he will tell thee of a often casts his spirit back to those less rugged father and a mother, and of their inestimable and more lovely spots of his own beautiful isle, worth ; but the chimes swelling out again in so do we turn from the more brilliant gushes of simple music will recall his thoughts :

minstrelsy to the chaster and humbler music of Again the harmony comes o'er the vale:

the heart with a feeling of delight and rapture. And through the trees I view the embattled tower, The love of grandeur and magnificence is the Whence all the music. I again perceive

ruling passion of our poet, and is discoverable The soothing influence of the wafted strains, And settle in soft musings as I tread

in every production of his lyre; and it is to this The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elms,

very characteristic that they will owe their Whose outspread branches overarch the glade. unpopularity; they will never move the people; And then he will take thee to his quiet they will never enchain the mind of the nation; and happy home, and the day thou spendest their rich, powerful music will fall unheeded. with him will be hallowed indeed.

To gain their ear and heart, it wants something Thus we have let our feelings flow while more lively and simple; sweetness is the charm lingering over the pages of this sainted bard. that wins them. This is not only true with the Fast falls the snow without and faster still; writings of poet and of orator, but it is also true but warmer comfort and higher bliss have been with regard to painters. It is not the sublime tasted within. The lamp sheds a more mellowed sketch of the Last Judgment that enchants, but lustre; the fire blazes more tranquilly; even

the humbler drawing of some rural festival : the busts and pictures and books have a deeper beauty, and not splendour, is the idol. There look of quietude. Peace broods over

is, however, no question as to which is higher home; blessedness pervades our heart. Now in the scale of intellectual greatness; the treand then the wind blows; but it enhances mendous conception of the future desolation the comforts of our hearth. We lay aside the requires a stronger and a loftier stretch mind book, loving and clinging to our poet more than than some picture of an English landscape; heretofore. He has added to our delights; he and it needs a greater bard to sweep the deep, has enhanced our purest joys.

sinewy chords of eternity than the trembling So closes the volume one evening in our strings of earthly sweets. And yet the latter quiet home; a home secluded from the world shall be the favourite with the many; and, and far off from the noise of busy London ; | indeed, this may be seen in the case of Milton a home blessed with peace and tenderness and and Cowper; for although the former is so the smile of God: closed indeed but to be much applauded, and that, too, deservedly, yet opened in other calm and holy hours. Wintry we very much doubt if he is as much read as indeed without and white with cold; but here, the sainted bard of Olney: within, all hallowed joy ; unruffled and undis

Had our author been less gifted, he would turbed.

doubtless have had more numerous admirers ; there is too much dazzling splendour for the

populace; had he less, he would have been GEORGE CROLY.

better known. He indeed works powerfully on

a few master-minds; to them he gives new imTHE genius of this poet is of the boldest and pulses; but with the multitude, he, as it were, most splendid character; he displays in all his has no existence; the names and songs of his writings, the most trifling not excepted, a pro-humbler brethren are in every one's mouthfusion of intellectual wealth. Brought up and they are household words. nurtured amid wild hill-scenery, his mind na- Paris in 1815 is Croly's principal poem: it turally partakes of its grandeur and sublimity; has more of the solemn and stately grandeur andeven his vastoriental researches and predilec- than the gorgeous; there is a lofty tone running tions have notentirely subdued the ruggedness of through the whole. His cities are marble ; his his conceptions. Eastern luxuriance and Eastern people, moving statues. It is prefaced by a voluptuousness have not wholly taken posses- splendid dissertation on the French revolution


in perfect accordance with what follows. How second exhibits it in a high degree. They are characteristic of its author is the following de- both on Evening; the one displaying its sweet, scription of the worship in Notre Dame : and unruffled quietude, and the other, its sullen then the reference to the simpler service of the and tempestuous glory : village churches of England :

Look on these waters, with how soft a kiss The organ peals; at once, as some vast wave,

They woo the pebbled shore! then steal away, Bend to the earth the mighty multitude,

Like wanton lovers,--but to come again, Silent as those pale emblems of the grave

And die in music! There, the bending skies In monumental marble round them strewed,

See all their stars, and the beach-loving trees,

Oziers and willows, and the watery flowers, Low at the altar, forms in cope and hood

That wreathe their pale roots round the ancient stones, Superb with gold-wrought cross and diamond twine, Life in their upturned visages subdued,

Make pictures of themselves ! Toss their untiring censers round the shrine,

There is a gloomy grandeur in the sun, Where on her throne of clouds the Virgin sits divine,

That levels his last light along the shore; But only kindred faith can fitly tell

The clouds are rolling downwards, stern and dun; Of the high ritual at that altar done,

The long, slow wave is streaked with red, like gore When clashed the arms, and rose the chorus-swell,

On some vast field of battle ; and the roar Then sank, as if beneath the grave 'twere gone ;

Of wave and wind comes like the battle's sound. Till broke the spell the mitred abbot's tone,

And now the sun sinks deeper: and the clouds, Deep, touching, solemn, as he stood in prayer,

In folds of sullen fire, still heavier lower:

"Till the whole storm the shore and ocean shrouds. A dazzling form upon its topmost stone,

And raised, with hallowed look, the Host in air, (there.
And blessed with heavenward hand the thousands kneeling well told, though often negligent in the con;

Croly's Sebastian is a fine Spanish romance,
Pompous! but love I not such pomp of prayer ;
Ill bends the heart 'mid mortal luxury.

struction of its verse; it abounds with splendid Rather let me the meek devotion share,

passages; perhaps the one on the Alhambra is Where, in their silent glens and thickets high,

the most gorgeous. Much of his poetry, howEngland, thy lone and lowly chapels lie. The spotless table by the eastern wall,

ever, is descriptive of the beauty and glory of The marble, rudely traced with names gone by,

the East; in it we discover the wonderful reThe pale-eyed pastor's simple, fervent call;

sources of his mind. He has woven the highThose deeper wake the heart, where heart is all in all.

wrought superstitions of Araby and its adjacent If pride be evil ; if the holiest sighs Must come from humblest hearts; if man must turn countries into a woof of magnificent texture. Full on his wreck of nature to be wise :

It is not unfrequently pleasant to read the If there be blessedness for those who mourn ;

tales that abound in eastern lands; they may What speak the purple gauds that round us burn? Ask of that kneeling crowd whose glances stray

be very improbable, but they are not on that So restless round on altar, vestment, urn;

account the less beautiful. Besides angels, Can guilt weep there? can mild repentance pray? the Mahometans believe in a race of beings Ask, when this moment's past, how runs their Sabbath-day! | which form, as it were, a link between man

Their Sabbath-day! alas ! to France that day Comes not; she has a day of looser dress,

and the celestial spirits, composed of soul and A day of thicker crowded ball and play,

body, but higher and more ethereal. Many A day of folly's hotter, ranker press;

are the exquisite stories we have concerning She knoweth not its hallowed happiness,

these; and we cannot but admire them when Its eve of gathered hearts and gentle cheer.

they come to us clothed in all the softness and Throughout the whole of this there is dignity: voluptuousness of the East. They scent of it is deeply coloured with the stateliness of his the odoriferous spices of Arabia. We delight own mind. There is not a line which is not full in reading of their magnificent palaces-their and sonorous, we had almost said pompous. flowery gardens—their cooling streams--their Even when the poet alludes to the religious million fountains-their myriad gems—their peasantry of England, and the beautiful and wide outspread heavens—their citron and their sunny spots on which so many of their churches olive groves—their stately temples—their faithstand—when he speaks of the calm, unruffled ful and constant loves. There is an unearthly peace--their hours, so soft and spirit-like, of splendour cast over each. How often did we Sabbatic rest—their fervid aspirations after the listen to these marvellous stories in our childpure and holy-their simple but heart-breathing hood ! and in our later years they have not services-their sigh of deep contrition—their completely left us ; something of their fragrance plea for pardon--their entire reliance on Jesus remains. --their spiritual hymns, we have the same We cannot think even of the orient clime majestic roll of music; there is little or no di- | without the imagination being somewhat tinged minution in its solemn movement; there is no with its fair beauty. “The gold of that land sweet, low pause; no gentle hush. The gor- is good.” But to nothing do we turn with geous ceremonies of the apostate church are greater delight than to its traditions respecting more in accordance with his muse than the the angels: one of these our poet has chosen lovelier ritual of our own. And even here he as a fitting theme of his lyre. It is related in is not so much at home as in pictures of sullen the Koran that two angels, Haruth and Maruth, grandeur. His best poems remind one of the having spoken in contemptuous tones of man's setting of the sun amid a brooding storm; the weakness in resisting temptation, were sent cry of the sea-gull—the dark clouds—ever and down to earth that their own firmness and anon a streak of bluish white-the crimson purity might be tested. They surmount every and the gold in the western sky-the tempestu- trial, and are about to re-ascend to their blissous breeze—the lashing of the waters, often ful abode, when a woman, whose form a spirit combine to form a scene of wild and strange has assumed, plies her wiles to seduce : she magnificence strikingly characteristic of our fails, until she persuades them to taste the author.

wine-cup, when she completely triumphs; and Perhaps the first of the following pieces is as in their folly, they reveal the words by which free from this stately music as any; but the men are elevated to angels. The punishment quickly follows, and they are for ever exiled The angel gazed upon the lovely one, and from heaven.

she deeply blushed, and stooping, plucked a Our poet makes a little alteration. Instead flower, and laid it on the footstool of the of two spirits, he narrates the overthrow of throne. “Her sighs were richer than the rose one: the tale is thereby simplified and interest they fanned.” By command he could not increased. He also mitigates the severe judg- accept the gift without staining the purity of ment, and the angel is partly forgiven. The his judgment-seat; it lay untouched. The poem is literally crowded with diamonds, and pilgrim cast upwards an upbraiding glance; a pearls, and amethysts, and rubies, and sap- dizziness came; his spirit was enwrapt in a phires, and roses, and lilies, and amaranths, dream of forgetfulness; yet still he heard the and palms, and cedars, and frankincense, and voice of the suppliant sweeter than the sweetest myrrh, and cloudless skies, and balmy even- melody. ings, and gentle music, and tones of deepest Consciousness returned: he touched the beautenderness. We deem it the most magnificent tiful offering, and bade farewell. In a moment, of his productions.

deep thunders rolled and crashed; a mist The angel of the world was seated on a lofty gathered in the vale, and enveloped the mountower near Damascus; the time of his departure tain; the storm raged, the dim vapours seemed was at hand; temptations had assailed in vain; as many waters ; a ship heaved on the dashing his faith was still pure; his holiness stood waves; its sail was silken, and its guide a vouched; it was unblemished; it shone brighter lovely woman: suddenly it plunged beneath for the trial; he felt joyous in conscious inno- the roaring billows, and the tempest ceased. cence; he looked forward to the garden-land The angel knew the symbol,, but still gazed of Paradise; his triumph was at hand; he on the fatal flower, and the pilgrim, with her had undergone the fiery ordeal, and he had “small, unsandaled feet, shining like silver come out a gem of more brilliant lustre; his on a floor of rose :". former boastful words were nearly accomplished,

A simple Syrian lyre was on her breast, his vaunt nearly fulfilled. But one other test And on her crimson lig was murmuring awaited him :

A village strain, that in the day's sweet rest

Is heard in Araby, round many a spring, The sun was slowly sinking to the west,

When down the twilight vales the maidens bring Pavilioned with a thousand glorious dyes;

The flocks to some old patriarchal well ; The turtle doves were winging to the nest

Or where, beneath the palms, some desert king Along the mountain's soft declivities;

Lies, with his tribe around him as they fell! The fresher breath of flowers began to rise,

The thunder burst again, a long, deep, crashing peal.
Like incense, to that sweet departing sun;
Faint as the hum of bees the city's cries :

The angel heard not :-
A moment, and the lingering disk was gone;
Then were the angel's task on earth's dim orbit done,

He heard not even the strain, though it had changed Oft had he gazed upon that lovely vale,

From the calm sweetness of the holy hymn: But never gazed with gladness such as now;

His thoughts from depth to depth unconscious ranged, When on Damascus' roofs and turrets pale

Yet all within was dizzy, strange, and dim : He saw the solemn sunlight's fainter glow,

A mist seemed spreading between heaven and him; With joy he heard the Imauns' voices flow

He sat absorbed in dreams-a searching tone Like breath of silver trumpets on the air;

Came on his ear; oh how her dark eyes swim The vintagers' sweet song, the camels' low,

Who breathed that echo to a heart undone, As home they stalked from pasture, pair by pair,

The song of early joys, delicious, dear, and gone ! Flinging their shadows tall in the deep sunset glare.

Again it changed ; but now 'twas wild and grandThen at his sceptre's wave, a rush of plumes

The praise of hearts that scorn the world's control, Shook the thick dew-drops from the roses' dyes;

Disdaining all but Love's delicious band, And, as embodying of their waked perfumes,

The chain of gold and flowers, the tie of soul! A crowd of lovely forms, with lightning eyes,

Again strange paleness o'er her beauty stole; And flower-crowned hair, and cheeks of paradise,

She glanced above, then stooped her glowing eye, Circled the bower of beauty on the wing;

Blue as the star that glittered by the pole ; And all the grove was rich with symphonies

One tear-drop gleamed, she dashed it quickly by, Of seeming flute, and horn, and golden string,

And dropped the lyre, and turned-as if she turned to die. That slowly rose, and o'er the mount hung hovering. The night-breeze swept up the mountain's The angel's glance was thrown upwards to side; the clouds in the western heaven seemed the blue vault; his wings expanded; already as some huge palace lighted up with golden his flight was begun. He turned his countenance

sunbeams and amethystine tints.

The angel on the plain beneath, and there was a suppliant had lost his eye for grandeur; his heart was on her knees. Wrath darkened his fair, bright with the being that so sweetly kneeled at face, but it soon regained its sunny radiance. his feet. Would the flowery clime be happiShe stated her petition: she had vowed to

ness without her :-would earth not be paraclose her dying parent's eyes, and on the way,

dise with her ?-- were thoughts that disturbed the caravan was stopped, and her little wealth the settled rest of his soul. A storm again made the prize of the robbers : he cast a price- | arose, and the

whirlwind dashed out its gloomy less, gem to the lowly pilgrim, and prepared sounds; the fair moon waned, and the stars again for his return heavenward. She still lost their brightness. knelt; he bade her “ be happy, and begone:"- The angel sat enthroned within a dome

Of alabaster, raised on pillars slight, The weeper raised the veil; a ruby lip

Curtained with tissues of no earthly loom ; First dawned: then glowed the young cheek's deeper hue, For spirits wove the web of blossoms bright, Yet delicate as roses when they dip

Woof of all flowers that drink the morning light, Their odorous blossoms in the morning dew:

And with their beauty figured all the stone Then beamed the eyes, twin stars of living blue;

In characters of mystery and might, Half shaded by the curls of glossy hair,

A more than mortal guard around the throne; That turned to golden as the light wind threw

That in their tender shade one glorious diamond shone. Their clusters in the western golden glare.

And every bud round pedestal and plinth, Yet was her blue eye dim, for tears were standing there. As fell the evening, turned a living gem.


Lighted its purple lamp the hyacinth,

ing of these is the account of Jacob. Sent The dahlia poured its thousand-coloured gleam,

out at an early age, friendless and alone, with A ruby torch the wondering eye might deem Hung on the brow of some night-watching tower, nothing but the blessing of his father, he toiled Where upwards climbed the broad magnolia's stem- onwards towards the home of his uncle Laban; An urn of lovely lustre every flower,

the twilight was deepening into night, and Burning before the king of that illumined bower.

the heaven sending out her myriad stars, when And nestling in that arbour's leafy twine, From cedar's top to violet's lowly bell,

he took a stone, and placing it as a pillow, Were birds, now hushed, of plumage all divine,

laid himself down to rest :That as the quivering radiance on them fell,

The sun was sinking on the mountain-zone
Shot back such hues as stain the orient shell,
Touching the deep, green shades with light from eyes

That guards thy vales of beauty, Palestine !
Jacinth, and jet, and blazing carbuncle,

And lovely from the desert rose the moon, And gold-dropt coronets, and wings of dyes

Yet lingering on the horizon's purple line, Bathed in the living streams of their own paradise.

Like a pure spirit o'er its earthly shrine.

Up Padan-aram's height, abrupt and bare, The angel heeded not the warning, the deep A pilgrim toiled, and oft on day's decline witchery of the suppliant spell-bound him;

Looked pale, then paused for eve's delicious air; [prayer.

The summit gained, he knelt and breathed his evening night's gloomy shadows had fallen on hill,

He spread his cloak and slumbered-darkness fell and plain, and proud Damascus; there was Upon the twilight hills; a sudden sound no stir in the city ; the maiden's foot had ceased Of silver trumpets o'er him seemed to swell; to tread her streets, and the voice of song

Clouds heavy with the tempest gathered round,

Yet was the whirlwind in its caverns bound; had died away; the poor man alike with the

Still deeper rolled the darkness from on high, rich slept soundly, and forgot his troubles, Gigantic volume upon volume woundor perhaps in fairy dream beheld some beautiful Above, a pillar shooting to the sky:

Below, a mighty sea, that spreads incessantly. home, with its wide-extended garden, his own;

Voices are heard-a choir of golden strings; darkness was in the horizon, but celestial

Low winds, whose breath is loaded with the rose; light was in the bower; the expression of Then chariot-wheels--the nearer rush of wings;

Pale lightning round the dark pavilion glows: the pilgrim's eye became loftier, but not less

It thunders- the resplendent gates unclose. sweet. She rose, and with one arm point- Far as the eye can glance, on height o'er height ing to the sky, approached him nearer; then Rise fiery waving wings, and star-crowned brows, plucking “a cluster from the vine” which Millions on millions, brighter and more bright,

Till all is lost in one supreme, unmingled light. threw its light, transparent leaves around be

But, two beside the sleeping pilgrim stand, neath the golden radiance, she pressed its juice Like cherub-kings, with lifted, mighty plume, into a crystal chalice, and offered it to the Fixed, sun-bright eyes, and looks of high command: angel. His countenance darted fire, and she They tell the patriarch of his glorious doom;

Father of countless myriads that shall come, tottered as if wounded to the heart; he sprang

Sweeping the land like billows of the sea, forwards, and caught her in his arms, and Bright as the stars of heaven from twilight's gloom, drank the contents of the cup, which she still Till He is given whom angels long to see, had strength to offer; once more she fixed

And Israel's splendid line is crowned with Deity. on his bending form “the beam of her deep, Such is the vision that appeared to the dewy, melancholy eye.” Another warning weary pilgrim. He arose in the morning, and was given—they stood as if sadness had taken raised a monument with the stone, in compossession of their souls; the angel felt his memoration of the event, and vowed that if guilt; but she, “in a voice as sweet as the he returned to his home again in peace, the murmuring of summer streams beneath the Lord should be his God. He still toiled onmoonlight's glance, besought him to reveal wards, but doubtless with a lighterheart. Before the unknown words. Her delicious beguile- | his dream, his mind would naturally be sad ; ments prevailed, and he uttered the sentence; it would often recur to the past; the retreat the heavens resounded with hollow thunders, of infancy would exert a powerful influence and the clouds gave forth the lightnings; the in deepening that melancholy; the fear of his rain dashed downwards to the earth, and the incensed brother would press upon him; and plain and the mountain smoked beneath the as he turned around upon the setting glories terrible storm,

of the first day, he would be absorbed by The seducer proves to be Eblis, who having pensive reflections: he was homeless-he was re-assumed his shape, pronounces the angel's houseless. But now he could go on his way doom-to remain on earth until it is once rejoicing; the star of hope had beamed; the again covered with the innocence and pristine Deity had appeared; his gloom would be exbeauty of paradise and the peaceful loveliness changed for a delightful anticipation; and in of its birth hour.

the magnificence of the Eternal's promise, he We think this is the most exquisite Arabian would almost forget his former fears and sorfiction we have ever read: it is sweetly sung; rows, and even the face of those he loved. and of all songs bearing an Oriental origin He arrived at Laban's, “and he looked, and and cast, we deem this one of the finest. There behold a well in the field, and lo, there were are several other poems which are distinguished three flocks of sheep lying by it; for out of as having issued from the same source; and that well they watered the flocks : and a great we cannot leave the odoriferous ground of the stone was upon the well's mouth. And thither East_without quoting our author's lines on were all the flocks gathered : and they rolled the Dream of Jacob. We cannot forget, too, the stone from the well’e mouth, and watered that the events which interested and delighted the sheep, and put the stone again upon the us most in childhood were witnessed by an well's mouth in his place. And Jacob said Asiatic sky; the touching histories of the Bible unto them, My brethren, whence be ye? And belong to these lands-with them they are they said, Of Haran are we. And he said for ever associated; and one of the most thrill- unto them, Know ye Laban the son of Nahor? And they said, We know him. And he said Where that same hand ere long shall wipe away

His every tear, which now doth smite in love? unto them, Is he well ? And they said, He

No: from his heart he prays, Thy will be done, is well: and behold Rachel his daughter com- And even in grief can feel, Thy will and his are one. eth with the sheep. And he said, Lo, it is

And this, suggested by a vase of flowers, is high day, neither is it time that the cattle

not less beautiful :should be gathered together: water ye the

How fair must be the flowers of Paradise, sheep, and go and feed them. And they said,

Earth's to surpass in beauty! With what skill [d yes, We cannot, until all the flocks be gathered

Must heaven have formed and blent their wondrous together, and till they roll the stone from

When upon these the eye can gaze until the well's mouth; then we water the sheep. All is a dream of loveliness; and still

With every closer gaze new beauties rise, And while he yet spake with them, Rachel

Anew to please, to charm, and with surprise, came with her father's sheep: for she kept

Devout as deep, to animate and fill! them. And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Oh! for a seraph's wings to flee away! Rachel the daughter of Laban, his mother's To mount and bathe in beauty and in love

Love as it glows beneath a heavenly ray, brother, and the sheep of Laban his mother's

And beauty as it blooms in climes above : brother, that Jacob went near, and rolled the To dwell where God, that decks the earth with flowers, stone from the well's mouth, and watered the Himself for ever dwells amid celestial bowers. flock of Laban his mother's brother. And With this the mind sympathizes : for who Jacob kissed Rachel, and lifted up his voice has not stood in calm, deep thought before these and wept. And Jacob told Rachel that he stars of earth, and mused on Paradise, its blushwas her father's brother, and that he was ing flowers, its enchanting sweetness, its perfect Rebekah's son: and she ran and told her stillness, its tall, majestic cedars, its lofty pines, father. And it came to pass, when Laban its clear waters, its blissful pair? Scenes of heard the tidings of Jacob his sister's son, Eden's unruffled peace have broken in upon us, that he ran to meet him, and embraced him, and we have gazed delighted on its orient and kissed him, and he brought him to his mornings and its dewy evenings; its gales have house. And he told Laban all these things.' wafted to the sense the odoriferous perfume of

How beautiful is his love for Rachel; pure its garden; the music of its rivers has sounded and spotless as anything on earth. The man on the ear; the liquid notes of its nightingales is under the smile of heaven: he daily increases have arisen upwards and floated onwards; the in wealth, and in a few years becomes a power- benignity and hallowed felicity of its newly ful prince. We pass over the interesting and created inhabitants have thrown over the entouching records of his life-his wrestling with chanting spot a deeper and a more delicious the angel at Peniel, and refusing to let him beauty, and we have been subdued into a gentle go until blessed-his meeting with his brother —we will not say sadness, for we have a “higher Esau-his establishment in the land of Canaan happiness than theirs; a happiness won through -his love of Joseph-all these beautiful re- struggle with inward and outward foes, the cords belong to the East. They are entwined happiness of power and moral victory, the haparound its dells, and plains, and mountains, piness of disinterested sacrifices and wide-spread and streams. Well may we love the oriental love, the happiness of boundless hope, and of region ; well may it kindle all our enthusiasm, thoughts which wander through eternity. and all our hopes; much of its ground is Still there are times when the spirit, oppressed sacred; it teems with hallowed associations; with pain, worn with toil, tired of tumult, sick and on its soil the Incarnate trod, preaching at the sight of guilt, wounded in its love, “deliverance to the captive, and the opening bafiled in its hope, and trembling in its faith, of prison-doors to those that are bound.' almost longs for the wings of a dove, that it

might fly away,' and take refuge amidst 'the shady bowers,' the “vernal airs,' the roses

without thorns,' the quiet, the beauty, the THOMAS DAVIS.

loveliness of Eden.”

We wish, too, in these moments, that we were In a world of bustle and anxiety, it is sweet

some subtler essence, material and yet spiritual, and refreshing to hear, ever and anon, the song that our souls might commingle with the perof peace and the hymn of faith ; they cheer and fumes of flowers; become the sweet scent, and exalt the depressed spirit; they gladden and yet retain the consciousness of distinct and seraise the sorrowful heart.

parate being-atom united to atom; incorpoThe poems are in perfect keeping with their rated with the rich odour, and yet retain the title, Songs from the Parsonage, and are worthy sense of our own individual life. Thus may it of a minister of the apostolic English church : be in the happier clime: in our tenderest emthey are somewhat similar to the beautiful braces we may pass into the object of our love strains of the good George Herbert. The versi- --become one with it-in form and shape to fication is correct, and often elegant. How full of confiding trust is this :

appear but one, and yet have all the vividness

of a self-existence. Oh ! how profoundly tranquil is the peace

But the joyous lark, the fairy butterfly, the Of him whose mind, my God, is stayed on thee! whispering woods, the soft breezes, all remind The storm may come, and earthly hopes may cease, And all that once was full of joy, may be

us of Paradise and heaven : the former is faded Lost and for ever; but while he may see

and gone, the latter is yet our own. Every Thine arm directing, let the storm beat on;

bud, and every tree, and every brook, and every It will not pass unheeded: but shall he Tremble and murmur, upon whom hath shone,

insect, and every bird tell us of the better land; From the glad Sun of Righteousness, a ray

and the throbbing and quenchless spirit of man Showing the pathway to a home above,

gives reality to the fact; the grandeur and the

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