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their splendour, were of no avail, when the doings. “Each cheek of virgin-bloom paled plague-spot of sin was on them. He pleaded gently for slight fear.” Endymion too, among with them as with low-born, unlettered men; his brothers of the mountain chase,” stood he reasoned with them as with poverty-stricken, silent. Then spoke the priest of vows to Pan, ignorant mortals : he denounced their iniquities, and of the beautiful Latmos, "where sweet air their vanities, their fashionalities, with bold- stirs blue hare-bells lightly ;” and then the ness and courage; he was a Nathan among the incense rose, mixed with wine and flowers, up aristocracy; he forced home the truth; he and up to heaven, followed by the shepherdpierced through heaped honours and accumu- hymn. lated distinctions to the soul; he exclaimed, in The worshippers were

rejoyous; but Endymion the burning utterances of his sacred oratory, looked "wan and pale. His sister led him to “Thou art the man!” He was “one who her shady bower; her “ eloquence did breathe

strove,' says Carlyle, “to be a Christian priest away the curse; all so quiet there, in an age most alien to the character' - one

That a whispering blade who reminded the subtle Coleridge of Luther Of grass, a waillul gnat, a bee bustling and Paul-one who stormed on the solitary Down in the blue-bells, or a wren light rustling

Among sere leaves and twigs, might all be heard. whirlwind of his eloquence into the very heart of London popularity, and hovered there, un

Then after sleep, Endymion woke, and told equalled and unapproached, till his own wild his sister all his melancholy care :breath turned the current-one whose errors

Methought I lay were all of the blood, and none of the spirit- Watching the zenith, where the milky way the herculean, misguided, but magnificent man

Among the stars in virgin splendour pours;

And travelling my eye, until the doors
Edward Irving.'

Of heaven appeared to open for my flight,
I became loth and fearful to alight
From such high soaring by a downward glance:

So kept me steadfast in that airy trance,
JOHN KEATS.

Spreading imaginary pinions wide.

When, presently, the stars began to glide, LATMIAN air, sweet-scented, breathed around

And faint away before my eager view. us, and the sky was blue with beauty. The At which I sighed that I could not pursue, forest spreading there did sun itself in the And dropped my vision to the horizon's verge;

And lo! from opening clouds, I saw emerge morning light. Within its cool retreat was an

The loveliest moon that ever silvered o'er open space, green-set, and “full in the middle

A shell for Neptune's goblet; she did soar of this pleasantness there stood a marble altar.” So passionately bright, my dazzled soul The silver daisy sprinkled the emerald lawn.

Commune with her argent sphere did roll

Through clear and cloudy, even when she went The clouds were bright in the eastern heaven.

At last into and dark a vapoury tent“A melancholy spirit well might win oblivion, Whereat, methought, the lidless-eye train and melt out his essence fine into the winds,' Of planets all were in the blue again. in the freshness of that early dawn. “ Rain

To commune with those orbs, once more I raised

My sight right upward: but it was quite dazed scented eglantine, gave temperate sweets to that By a bright something, sailing down apace, well-wooing sun.

Making me quickly veil my eyes and face: Themorn brokeinto beauty: children gathered Again I looked, and, O ye deities,

Who from Olympus watch our destinies! round the altar in joyous merriment, "wishing

Whence that completest form of all completeness ? to espy some folk of holiday.” They wait not

Whence came that high perfection of all sweetness? long; music "filled out its voice and died away Speak, stubborn earth, and tell me where, O where,

Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair? again." The light-hung leaves” trembled

Not oat-sheaves drooping in the western sun, through copse-clad vallies” with the faint

Not-thy soft hand, fair sister! let me shun melody. And there was heard “the surgy Such follying, before thee-yet she had murmurs of the lonely sea.

Indeed locks bright enough to make me mad;

And they were simply gordianed up and braided, Leading the way, young damsels danced

Leaving, in naked comeliness, unshaded, along,” “ each having a white wicker, over- Her pearl round ears, white neck, and orbed brow; brimmed with April's tender younglings; The which were blended in, I know not how, then followed shepherds and a “venerable priest

With such a paradise of lips and eyes,

Blush tinted cheeks, half smiles, and faintest sighs, begirt with ministering looks," and afterwards

That, when I think thereon, my spirit clings came another crowd of shepherds.” Then And plays about its fancy, till the stings was heard the rolling of " a fair wrought-car:” Of human neighbourhood envenom all. Who stood therein did seem of great renown

She wooed him to a spot all “soft with flowAmong the throng. His youth was fully blown,

ers,'

,” and “there were store of newest joys Showing like Ganymede to manhood grown: upon that alp.” Then again came sleep with And for those simple times, his garments were A chieftain king's: beneath his breast, half-bare,

Wits drowsy numbness,' and he afterwards Was hung a silver bugle, and between

awoke to dismal loneliness. His sister, fair His nervy knees there lay a boar-spear keen.

Peona, gave soothing comfort and so he breathed A smile was on his countenance; he seemed

once more, some other“meeting blessed.” By To common lookers-on, like one who dreamed Of idleness in groves Elysian :

this the sun was setting, and the heavens were But there were some who feeling, could scan

crimsoned westward. A lurking trouble in his nether lip,

Endymion wandered still amid the “woods of And see that oftentimes the reins would slip

mossed oak," and through an opening passed Through his forgotten hands: then would they sigh, And think of yellow leaves, of owlets' cry,

onwards, when a voice bade him descend " into Of logs piled solemnly.- Ah, well-a-day

the sparry hollows of the world.” Down, down Why should our young Endymion pine away!

he went; down, down, still down. And there “Soon the assembly, in a circle ranged, stood was silence, breathing silence. But anon “he silent round the shrine,” and there were mystic came upon a chamber, myrtle-walled, full of

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light, incense, tender minstrelsy," and there Down, down, he came, down down again to

manna, picked from Syrian trees in star- earth, and found the Indian maid. "Pan will light, by the three Hesperides," and "wine bid us live in peace, in love and peace among alive with sparkles.” “ Then there was a hum his forest wildernesses.” Thus Endymion “strove of suddenvoices, echoing to the sleeping by fancies vain and crude to clear his briered Adonis :—"Clear summer had forth walked path to some tranquillity:" but no such peace into the clover-sward ;" she has sung “full would come. The stranger sat all sorrowful, soothingly to every nested finch.” Here Endy- and forbidden by “heavenly powers” to be his mion beheld the meeting of “ Amphitrite, queen love. Peona finds them both; and tells that of pearls,” with her new-born love: she smiles “on this very night will be a hymning up to and bids him hope.

Cynthia, queen of light;" both the maidens Then came he to “a jasmine bower, all then leave with promise to meet at “golden bestrewed with golden moss. “ The little eve,” in “ those holy groves that silent are flowers felt his pleasant sighs and stirred them behind great Dian's temple.' faintly.' Then came sad Melancholy, and he Eve came gently on; vesper twinkled sweetly, was lonely as a bird robbed of his chirping mate. and Endymion met Peona and the stranger :And he did dream of her, his own loved-one,

Then he embraced her, and his lady's hand and wondered where might be her silver dwell

Pressed, saying: “Sister, I would have command, ing-place, upon what skies she gazed. Then If it were heaven's will, on our sad fate." he welcomed sleep to banish sorrow; and threw At which that dark-eyed stranger stood elate, himself on “ the smoothest mossy bed and

And said, in a new voice, but sweet as love,
The known un-

To Endymion's amaze: deepest” he could find.

By Cupid's dove,

And so thou shalt! and by the lily truth known was there ; " long time ere soft cares- Of my own breast thou shalt, beloved youth!” sing sobs began to mellow into words ; and And as she spake, into her face there came

Light as reflected from a silver flame : there “were entranced vows and tears.'

Her long black hair swelled ampler, in display Morning rose and dawned ; and he was all

Full golden; in her eyes a brighter day alone. Other loves he heard ; the loves of Dawned blue, and full of love. Aye, he beheld Arethusa and her Alphæus. “ He turned-

Phæbe, his passion ! joyous she upheld

Her lucid bow, continuing thus: "Drear, drear there was a whelming sound-he stept, there was

Has our delaying been; but foolish fear a cooler light;” and so onwards pressed he Withheld me first; other decrees of fate;

And then 'twas fit that from this mortal state till "he saw the giant sea above his head.” Here he met with an old man who welcomed

Thou shouldst, my love, by some unlooked-for change

Be spiritualized. Peona, we shall range him with joy. In one destiny were both en- These forests, and to thee they safe shall be twined. He narrated his tale of love and woe. As was thy cradle; hither shalt thou flee “Twin brothers” they in all-powerful fate.

To meet us many a time.” Next Cynthia bright “ Sweet-music breathed her soul away, and

Peona kissed, and blessed with fair good night;

Her brother kissed her too, and knelt adown sighed a lullaby to silence.” The youth dared

Before his goddess, in a blissful swoon. to achieve, and so Olympus smiled. " A soft She gave her fair hands to him, and behold, blending of dulcet instruments came charm

Before three swiftest kisses he had told,

They vanished far away!-Peona went ingly; and then a hymn;” this worship to the

Home through the gloomy wood in wonderment. Ocean-god.

Then all the glory passed, and“ a placid lake came quiet to his eyes ;' “lulled with its

THOMAS MILLER. simple song his fluttering breast," felt once more happy. He “was offering up a hecatomb Take up the works of this author and you of vows,” when the melancholy words of sor- are immediately in the country. This is the rowing maiden reached him. “There's not a fine charm of his writings, they breathe so breath will mingle kindly with the meadow air, much of the beauty and luxuriance of our till it has parted round, and stole a share of lovely isle. To those indeed who have no simpassion from the heart.' Endymion's mind pathy with descriptions of the nooks and was racked to madness; and he forgot his own corners of our land, he possesses little to incelestial being, moved by the plaintive song of terest; but to those young ardent spirits, who this lone creature. He could not speak;' love the breath of fields and the open sky but “gazed and listened to the wind that now of day, there is everything to enchant and did stir about the crisped oaks full drearily, | thrill. yet with as sweet a softness as might be remem- He is thoroughly English; he knows nothing bered from its velvet summer song.” Her of balmier lands ; sufficient for him, the "low liquid tones bewildered. “Woe, woe, woe to humming of unseen insects in the air,” “the that Endymion! where is he?-even these solemn tapping of the woodpecker, measuring words went echoing dismally through the wide the intervals of silence,” and the “ blue-winged forest;' " then came

“two steeds jet-black” jay,” as she goes screaming through the deep from the green-clad earth, “the youth of umbrage, startled by the harsh sounding of Caria placed the lovely dame on one, and on the woodman's strokes ;' sufficient for him the the other himself did mount. Slowly they sailed meadows of England with their buttercups and amid the air, and Endymion dreamed that he daisies. was on bright Olympus. All the immortals Yes, he revels amid the thousand sweets of saw he, and her he loved : then sprang towards nature; he dreams amid her thousand beauties. her, but gazed back upon “the stranger of dark There is scarcely a page of his writings tresses," and was again unfaithful. Then on wherein this love of the country does not shew they "passed toward the Galaxy," and his itself. And indeed on this account is it that companion melted from his side.

we so highly prize them. They are cheerful

We see

very soul.

and healthy companions, carrying the heart cooler at the sound, as if we felt the silver spray playing back to former years, and breathing the fine

upon our cheek. Above the dead-eyed Triton, round

whose brow the green ivy has twined, stands a peacock noble tone of an Englishman.

with his gorgeous train expanded, screaming at intervals, How pleasantly he talks in that exquisite and drowning the fountain's sound. We see the ancient paper-Home Revisited! How full of meaning oaks rearing their gnarled arms over the hills and valleys,

and extending their shadows to the fern and gorse and is the opening sentence: “The commonest ob

golden broom, standing with their burnished helmets in the jects become endeared to us by absence; things sunlight. Occasionally we catch a glimpse of some stately which we before scarcely deigned to notice swan arching its silver neck and scudding along the are then found to possess strange charms,

broad lake, just descried by the straggling beam that bringing to the memory many a forgotten in- sleeps upon

its surface, glittering between the trees above cident, and to the heart many an old emotion, also scattered in picturesque positions, some lifting up to which they had been dormant for years.

their antlered heads, and browsing upon the young And then he tells us of his going back to the

branches that fall within their reach, while others lie

upon the cool grass beneath the deep umbrage of old home of childhood, and of the old house look

trees, or are trooping through the open glades at full ing still the same, yet "somehow more vener- speed, now glancing by some winding avenue, then able,” and “the old clock” standing in the old-bounding over some distant hillock, and anon lost in the fashioned kitchen seeming “to have lost that far-off thicket.

We hear the cawing of the rooks as they hover round strange clear clicking,” which used to greet their airy city, buried in the rich foliage of the elms. him in former days: “the gilt balls, which The soft coo of the ring-dove comes upon the whispering decorate the tall case, were tarnished; the wind that sweeps lazily by us laden with the perfume

of the woodbine, which floats on with that mourning golden worlds into which my fancy had so

sound. The lowing of kine reaches us from some rich often conjured them were gone; the light that pasture hidden from our sight by the clustering beeches ; played around them in other days was dimmed; we see the long-eared hare nestling on her seat in a the sunshine rested upon them no longer;"

tuft of high grass, or the rabbit hopping across some

footpath and hastening to its burrow in the sandbank and then he speaks of the “old mirror, and

by the young plantation; and the hawk wheeling above the “large slate," and the playthings of his the summit of the gnarled hawthorn, or poising himself youth; his reading away the soft sweet hours over his prey, and then dropping like a plummet from in the lonely wood, and his bright joyous holi

our sight; while the heron wafts herself above the tops

of the tall pines, now seen for a moment sweeping over days. It is a charming essay, entering into the a sea of branches, then vanishing in the distance, or

alighting by the still lake in quest of food. And then that beautiful production on the portions of the old hall thro' the openings of the trees ,

here a turret arises, towering above the topmost bough woods, breathing all their solemn silence :

of a large oak; there a stack of chimneys are seen, the blue “There is no tranquillity like that which settles smoke curling in fantastic wreaths between the foliage ; upon the solitary forest; the tops of hills are while glimpses of lawns and shubberies and grey pillars peaceful when they lie far away from town or

and glittering windows, and cackling of hens, and the gabbling of ducks, and deep baying of the mastiff

, and hamlet, but in the curtained depths of dim

the low bleating of some pet lamb, tell us that wealth glens where no sky is visible, and no out- and happiness and beauty, with all pleasant sights and stretched landscape catches the wandering eye,

sounds, are embosomed among the tall trees. there alone dwells the pure serenity of repose;" Thus Miller's sketches are teeming with breathing all their sounds, "themelancholymur- generous memories of England's venerable and murs of a brook hardly heard above the faint happy homes : how full is this passage of sweet whistle of the tall reeds by which it is hidden;" reminiscences, how clustered round with poetry! " the lone coo of a mournful ring-dove, that It is equal to anything ever written by those scarcely awakens the sleeping air;' “the hum- lovers of the country, Howitt, Gilpin, and ming bee, as it drowsily buzzes from bell to Mitford. The exquisite History of Selborne bell;" “the descending leaf, that falls dancingly does not exceed it in meadow-beauty. All his down upon the stream;" "the pattering rain that pages have a “green look ;" “ he carries with treads with silver feet” from branch to branch; him the true aroma of old forests; his lines “the shrill chirp of the flower-buried grasshop- are mottled with rich mosses, and there is a per;" breathing all their thousand sweetnesses, gnarled ruggedness upon the stems of his and tinged with their thousand shades.

trees. His waters have a wet look and a And how thrilling and exhilarating is the pleasing sound about them, and you feel the chapter opening with the bugle-note, “Morn- fresh air play around you while you read. His ing, and on the hills !" How full of sunny birds are the free denizens of the fields, and music! But he is even more sweetly pastoral, they send their songs so life-like through the and teems with finer associations when he covert, that their music rings upon the ear, talks about the old English park; how elo- and you are carried away with his sweet pipquent he grows when alluding to “its long ings. You see “ the trailing woodbine blushlines of moss-covered walls extending for miles, ing along the road-side,” and “the wild cherry built of small bricks, and upheld against the sheeted with blossoms ;” there are lilacs, and crumbling finger of time by massy buttresses.” beeches, and willows in his writings. Indeed But we must give the passage entire, so full you are shut out from town with its noise and is it of beauty :

bustle and vanity, and become a dweller in the We look through the huge iron gates that swing upon woods or a wanderer on the hill-tops. the tall stone pillars, each crowned with a couchant grey. hound, and see the long carriage-path overhung with love the pastoral poet. It is all of the country,

This is his charm; and for this we dearly its noble row of elms, and here and there a sunbeam bursting through the branches, and making the yellow it is all of fields and streams, these writings of gravel glitter like gold. Farther down is seen an old his; they are literally embued with the freshfountain pouring its clear stream into a large Conchshell of granite, while & stony Triton bends

above it: reading him, you see the rustic village; nay,

ness and beauty of nature. You feel free in as if it were listening to the music-making waters. hear the low murmuring, and the air around us feels

sometimes you sitting in the window of

:

some woodbine cot, and drinking in the a water-rat raise a splash in the stream, then dive into breeze that floats languidly by, or else perhaps his hole by the bank. Farther up, the black water-hen lying on the grassy banks of a brawling brook, the channels that run between islands of water-lilies, looking upward, in dreamlike mood, on the seeming the sole inhabitant of the brook and water clear blue sky.

flowers. Even the wood-cuts which adorn his books How full of life is this sylvan sketch! You are replete with this colouring and feeling. They see the meandering stream with its lilies and are perfectly his own sketches. How exquisite rustic bridge and flags; you almost hear the is that one prefixed to his Summer-day with gurgling of the water, and feel the warm sunits rural scenery. There is the steeple of the shine! What memories it recals from the waste village church arising heavenward, then the of years ; memories of Keel Hall, with its fine sun is seen dawning on the meadows, and scat- wood in which we went a-nutting; memories tering "orient pearls" on every blade of grass, of Ashley, where we beheld the silver pond and on the yellow buttercups; then the stream covered with the white lily; memories of the babbles on so sweetly, while a lover of nature fields which lie on the road to Trumpington, is gazing upon the beautiful landscape from and through which we used so often to saunter, an old stile. It is truly full of the charms of listening to the whimpling of the brook and creation. And two we have by us now, one the airy notes of the lark and dreaming softly representing a dark wood, overarched with and sweetly of all things : green branching foliage, and just shewing a

Oh, how delightful it is to wander forth into the sweetglimmer of light between the mossy, trunks. smelling fields; to set one's foot upon nine daisies-a The waggon, loaded with the woodman's labors, sure test that spring is come: to see meadows lighted grinds heavily onwards, making the stillness with the white lowers : to watch the sky-lark winging

his way to his blue temple in the skies, " singing above, of the lone copse more profoundly striking :

a voice of light:" to hear the blackbird's mellow fute the other is almost as beautiful. There stands like voice ringing from some distant covert, among the the thatched cottage embosomed in ash and young beauties of the wood, who are robing themselves elm ; at a distance is seen the old church, its

for the masque of summer! All these are sights and

sounds calculated to elevate the heart above its puny spire just peeping upwards from the luxuriant

cares and trifling sorrows, and to throw around it a repose foliage. The stream seems to be without a calm and spirit-like as the scene whose beauty hushed current, so placid and quiet it looks, so gently its heavings. There is an invisible chord, a golden link

of love, between our souls and nature: it is no separate does it flow. The boat is moored along the

thing, no distinct object, but a yearning affection towards bank against the tall rushes. It appears to the whole of her works. We love the blue sky, the be the time of summer : all smiles beneath the rolling river, the beautiful flowers, and the green earth; sunshine.

we are enraptured with the old hills and the hoary forests. But we must give a few illustrations, although is a cheering voice in the unseen wind; and the gurgling

The whistling reeds say something soothing to us; there we love to dally with this subject; we love to brook, as it babbles along, carries with it a melody of linger over these pictures of rural peace and other years,-the tones of our playfellows-the gentle quietness without fixing our thoughts parti- voice of a lost mother-or the echo of a sweet tongue

that scarcely dared to murmur its love. cularly on any one. We love to wander amid his sweets, and dream away the “leaden-footed

But we must close our dream of the green, hours,' without stopping to admire this or

green things of nature; we must forget for a that to the neglect of the rest. The path is so

while the harmony of the creation : pleasant flowery, the banks are so green, the river flows have been our visions, and we linger stils, linger, so silently along, the air so fresh, the sky so linger with bursting love. However, one other blue, the sounds so soft and exquisite, that sketch, and we have done; it is worthy the we can but linger and dream-would that we pencil of Goldsmith or Washington Irving, so might thus linger and dream for ever! exquisitely is it touched :

The description of the stream shall be our Trees and flowers alone can throw a soft repose around prelude:

the harsh features of death; we gaze upon his dwellingHow pleasant is a broad stream running thro' an ex- a green and flowery grave in some still sequestered panse of meadow-land-a few reeds skirting its banks,

nook, over which droops a beautiful tree, and we feel

half in love with the dusky messenger. Look at our with an elder or two hanging over, in the shadow of which some trout has taken up his position! A fallen

own village churchyard, surrounded with elm and sycatree extends across it even in the same direction as it more, over which rise the swelling hills, crowned with was blown down one stormy night, and it has never

these lovely woods, and within the sound of the murmurbeen moved, and the bank is worn away by the passing ing Trent, all so quiet, that even the dead seem but to footsteps; and half-way out of the water stands a long

sleep beneath the budding hillocks : and the low-voiced pole, and this you must reach-if you can-to balance

breeze, that sings hushingly over their slumber, creeps yourself on the rural bridge. You look through the clear

along so still, that we almost fancy we can hear the crystal, and see the entangled roots and loosened fibres flowers grow which decorate their graves. swayed to and fro by the motion of the current. In the centre of the stream, where scarce an eddy moves, lie clusters of white and yellow water-lilies, almost buried amid their large shield-shaped leaves. The white

POLLOK. ones look like carved ivory scattered upon the glassy pavement of a palace; the yellow-like spots of gold en

A FRIDAY, on the 19th of October, now some amelled upon a floor of silver. And the primrose waterflag lifts its broad blades of green above the stream, fifty years back,-Glasgow, as ever, smoky while the gaudy dragon-fly

sweeps over its yellow flowers. dull; the citizens begin to stir-ships unloadThe tall bulrush too stands high over above all, with

all bustle, all confusion: the world's wealth is its feathered head, like a proud chieftain, only deigning to nod to the wind. And the water.poe has expanded being poured into its close-packed warehouses. itself at the feet of the long rushes, whose seedy heads Now and then a true soul passes who can see hang like tassels in the sunshine. Occasionally a bird beauty in the fine old cathedral, and who, will start up from the sedge, and, winging its way between perhaps, mourns for its almost forgotten anthe water flags, alight in the opposite meadow ; frog plunge to the bottom, with clear short sound; or

them. Not a sound there; no liquid melody;

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Fainted not soon.

no voice of prayer each day: cold and silent is Then came the voice of fame. He paused; that massive pile.

was thrilled ; longed to be renowned. The day seems no otherwise than yesterday

Thus stood his mind, when round him came a cloud. all goes on the same—the din and hurry of

Slowly and heavily it came, a cloud business alone heard. A strange face here and Of ills we mention not; enough to say, there, perchance; but the est we know them 'Twas cold, and dead, impenetrable gloom.

He saw its dark approach, and saw his hopes, well-anxious, plodding, men, crowding on

One after one, put out, as nearer still wards. The artizan gazed upwards as he walk- It drew his soul; but fainted not at first, ed to his accustomed toil, and deemed it a fresh

He knew the lot of man and beautiful morn; the student looks out

Was trouble, and prepared to bear the worst;

Endure whate'er should come, without a sigh
from the college window in High-street, and Endure, and drink, even to the very dregs,
yearns for his simple kirk and homely manse The bitterest cup that Time could measure out;
among the distant hills.

And, having done, look up, and ask for more.
A few miles off, and to-day is not as yester-

He called Philosophy, and with his heart

Reasoned. He called Religion, too, but called day. An autumnal sky spreads itself over Reluctantly, and therefore was not heard. Moorhouse; that only is the same. Ben Lomond Ashamed to be o'ermatched by earthly woes, and Ben Ledi look solitary and sublime from

He sought, and sought with eye that dimmed apace,

To find some avenue to light, some place the distance: their summits encircled with mists:

On which to rest a hope; but sought in vain, God's huge altars once, “when holy were the Darker and darker still the darkness grew. haunted forest boughs, holy the air, the water, At length he sunk; and Disappointment stood

His only comforter, and mournfully and the fire,” and the sacrificial flame flared up.

Told all was passed. His interest in life, wards to the gigantic heavens, and the priestly In being, ceased: and now he seemed to feel, Druid ministered. The sun just lightens up And shuddered as he felt, his powers of miod the glens and dark tarns: the moor is swept

Decaying in the spring-time of his day. over by the October winds- - a wild, deep sweep.

The rigorous weak became; the clear, obscure;

Memory gave up her charge ; decision reeled;
Sweep, sweep on: there is hope in yonder

And from her flight Fancy returned, returned
cottage. The wife, about to become again a Because she found no nourishment abroad.
mother, wishes the curtain drawn aside, that

The blue heavens withered; and the moon and sun,

And all the stars, and the green earth, and morn the golden beams may tremble in. Light

And evening withered; and the eyes, and smiles, in the chamber, and hope, we said.

And faces of all men and women, withered,
A boy is born. That family all unknown;

Withered to him; and all the universe,
he will not rest so.
There will be strange

Like something which had been, appeared, but now

Was dead, and mouldering fast away. He tried
faces; the face of the Southern and the face of

No more to hope, wished to forget his vow,
the free. That day has changed it. There is Wished to forget his harp; then ceased to wish.
sanctity now on mountain, moor, and glen. The

That was his last;. enjoyment now was done.

He had no hope, no wish, and scarce a fear.
child will become a fearless, lion-hearted man.

Of being sensible, and sensible
To-night the stars will twinkle as usual-all

Of loss, he as some atom seemed, which God
silent, all still; but on earth the first moments Had made superfluously, and needed not
of a young immortal will be passing away.

To build creation with ; but back again

To nothing threw, and left it in the void,
That boy early manifested a love for the wide-

With everlasting sense that once it was.
spread heavens and the “God-sown world.” Oh! who can tell what days, what nights he spent,
Amid the sublime solitudes of his native home, Of tideless, waveless, sailless, shoreless woe!

And who can tell how many, glorious once, his sympathies linked themselves with creation's

To others and themselves of promise full, ever-changing aspect. The gloomy darkness

Conducted to this pass of human thought, of the lowering storm, and the sullen mag- This wilderness of intellectual death, nificence of sunset, quickened the manly breath.

Wasted, and pined, and vanished from the earth,

Leaving no vestige of memorial there! ing of his soul. The radiant softness of summer deepened the feeling of awe-wrapt emotion; But “God passes by in mercy:" henceforth morning and evening came, and rolled their his energies are directed to the Supreme; they harmonies on the ear; the golden clouds, as are consecrated to creation's Lord; the cloud they floated in the pure blue sky, were sig- rolls for ever away; the faces of friend and nificant of the earth's glory and the earth's kindred grow beautiful again. The skies, the decay; nor did the sweet tints of the wild stars, speak more eloquently; the sun and moon heather minister in vain.

gleam yet with a brighter lustre; the earth Under such training, the soul of Pollok wax- glistens in the early dawn--the green and manyed strong; he exhibited signs of great ability ; tinctured earth. His mind is renewed; the his spirit, endowed with genius, had caught | Spirit of the living Jehovah sprinkles it with the inspiration of the throne; it clave to the the waters of regeneration; he bows himself at Eternal. Paradise, with its chaste joys, and the throne ; he determines to minister in the this nether world, with its bowers of bliss, | temple. opened on his gaze; his taste became assimilated Pollok now enters the university: it is the to that of angels; he revelled amid scenes of year 1817. Arise, O sun! and shine; a giganperfect and unalloyed beauty. The sunlight tic soul is passing through the court-yard of of heaven glanced on the unruffled calm of the the Glasgow Alumni-once again a true man flowery landscape; he was enchanted, en treads her pavement. Now little known, little thralled, and yet free. Life was happiness. cared for, but by the home of infancy: ah, He looked upwards upon the starry skies, and reader, he bears a father's and a mother's blesshis heart beat high: he looked downwards on ing. His eyes are softened into tears: the the earth, with its towering mountains, and world is all before him. But that solitary green vales, and moss-crowned banks, and mul- spirit will become one of Scotia's noblest sons; titude of waters, and felt the divinity of poetry. he will be rugged Caledonia's pride, therefore

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