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kneesa proof of the poet's dependence on the

Tell them " I AM,” Jehovah said Eternal. The inspiration of the Most High To Moses : while earth heard in dread, is in this powerful inscription of praise. The

And, smitten to the heart,

At once above, beneath, around, darkness of his circumstances overclouded not

All nature, without voice or sound, even his spirit: at seasons it could vent itself

Replied—"O Lord, Thou art." in strains of exquisite beauty and impetuous eloquence.

“ All thy works praise thee, O Lord,” is the There is much about his tale that binds expression of the sweet singer of Israel. With all our sympathies to the man. The gloom what grace has not our bard amplified the idea of his soul—the confusion of his affairs-his in these lines : insanity-his fervent piety-all link our feel

For adoration, incense comes ings to the bard : and then, when brought to

From bezoar and Arabian gums,

And from the civet's fur: the lowest degree of misery and degradation,

But as for prayer, or e'er it faints, do we behold him towering upwards in the

Far better is the breath of saints greatness of his intellectual might and hallowed

Than galbanum or myrrh. principles of his soul, uttering, as he ascends,

For adoration, all the paths the vehement Song to David. When the sun.

Of grace are open, all the baths

Or purity refresh; shine of prosperity beamed upon him, when

And all the rays of glory beam sorrow and despair were unthought of, when

To deck the man of God's esteem, his dreams were young and ardent, when his

Who triumphs o'er the flesh. fancy revelled in scenes of quiet happiness, his

But the conclusion of the hymn is in a still muse was sickly and weak: but when darkness came, and ruin, and desertion of friends, and finer and richer tone. What exquisite pauses, clouded intellect, and burning madness,' then and then what vehement eloquence, swelling did he uplift himself in " the greatness of his into grandeur :strength,” and sweep the strings of an immortal

Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, lyre. When he stood in the gay hour of youth,

And drops upon the leafy limes; s with his blushing honours thick upon him,"

Sweet Hermon's fragrant air;

Sweet is the lily's silver bell, his writing wore not the garb of immortality;

And sweet the wakeful tapers smell, but when pale sickness came, and dark aber

That watch for early prayer. ration, and anxious care, then he arose, like

Sweet the young nurse, with love intense, the eagle in its mightiest glory, and gazed

Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence; on the sun in the clear noon-day firmament,

Sweet when the lost arrive:

Sweet the musician's ardour beats, awaking his deepest, and sweetest, and holiest

While his vague mind's in quest of sweets, music.

The choicest flowers to hive. To account for this we may ever be unable.

Sweeter, in all the strains of love, Perhaps, however, his sorrows and trials opened

The language of thy turtle-dove, up a clearer view of the sublime attributes of

Paired to thy swelling chord;

Sweeter, with every grace endued, the Everlasting; and thus enkindled the en

The glory of thy gratitude, thusiasm, deepened the love, and exalted the

Respired unto the Lord. intellect of the poet. A just knowledge of

Strong is the horse upon his speed; the Invisible-the belief in a spiritual and

Strong in pursuit the rapid glede, divine influence—the faith that God giveth

Which makes at once his game: to those who ask it of him-might have led Strong the tall ostrich on the ground: Smart to the footstool of the Throne where

Strong through the turbulence profound

Shoots xiphias to his aim.
the glory and resplendent beauty of the Deity
would ever meet his gaze.

Strong is the lion-like a coal
Nothing tends

His eyeball-like a bastion's mole so much to raise and dignify song as commu

His chest against the foes: nion with the Unseen. Dependence here is Strong the gier-eagle on his sail, strength; weakness, might; broken sounds,

Strong against tide the enormous whale

Emerges as he goes. sweetest melody. Thus, our massive Milton rose, and rolled out vast harmonies of tremen

But stronger still in earth and air,

And in the sea, the man of prayer, dous grandeur ; and our own Cowper breathed

And far beneath the tide : such holy hymns, more delicious than, even And in the seat to faith assigned, in the ancient world, issued from harp or lute.

Where ask is have, where seek is find,

Where knock is open wide.
But to the poet: speaking of the melodious
harper, he says :-

Beauteous the fleet before the gale;
Beauteous the multitudes in mail,

Ranked arms, and crested heads;
His muse, bright angel of his verse,

Beauteous the garden's umbrage mild,
Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce,

Walk, water, meditated wild,
For all the pangs that rage:

And all the blooming beds.
Blest light still gaining on the gloom,
The more than Michael of his bloom,

Beauteous the moon full on the lawn;
The Abishag of his age.

And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn,

The virgin to her spouse :
He sang of God, the mighty source

Beauteous the temple, decked and filled,
Of all things, the stupendous force,

When to the heaven of heavens they build On which all strength depends;

Their heart-directed vows. From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes,

Beauteous, yea, beauteous more than these, All period, power, and enterprise

The shepherd king upon his knees, Commences, reigns, and ends.

For his momentous trust;

With wish of infinite conceit, In the paraphrase of God's command to

For man, beast, mute, the small and great, Moses, what beauty is not perceptible :

And prostrate dust to dust.

Glorious the sun in mid career;

modern constellation ; thirty years ago, and Glorious the assembled fires appear;

they were scorned as bright twinkling stars, Glorious the comet's train;

and looked upon as some misty vapour in the
Glorious the trumpet and alarm;
Glorious the Almighty's stretched-out arm; blue immensity. Ever must it be so. To speak
Glorious the enraptured main;

as other men, is well; but to speak as one Glorious the northern lights astream;

himself thinks and feels, is to be a scoff and Glorious the song, when God's the theme; derision. Soon, however, the despised becomes Glorious the thunder's roar:

the living orator to a million souls. Thus, Glorious hosannah from the den: Glorious the Catholic Amen;

doubtless, will it be with all that emanates Glorious the martyr's gore:

from this writer for a season. But rather than Glorious, more glorious is the crown

dream over the future, let us look into what Of Him that brought salvation down,

has been already done.
By meekness called thy Son;

We should not have said so much, had not
Thou that stupendous truth believed,
And now the matchless deed's achieved,

his essays fully borne out our conclusions. Determined, dared, and done!

They may have faults, but they are the faults of a fine and lofty spirit. Such faults could not be committed by a common writer. His stale smooth tale could not give utterance to

such throbbings of the heart; he speaks the JOHN STEVENSON.

language of little men, and hence he is under

stood by them and praised. But though there Not much of religious eloquence in these are no such faults found in his volume, the days. We mean, not much of intense spiritual volume itself is a fault. It is not speech ; it is insight into the inner meaning of Christianity, not utterance; it is not language: it is jargon; There is a continual sameness ; a continual music and soft-lipped indeed it may be, but repetition. Indeed the language uttered by jargon still, moveless, inert, already passing the worshippers of Protestantism has become

away. a settled dialect. It has shaped itself into a The faults of our essayist, we say, are the peculiar phraseology. It is technical. None faults of a fine spirit. There is something good but the initiated may understand it. It is in them; they are not lifeless, they are not learnt by all our preachers. It is not the dead. We may learn much from them, we may original expression of the great human heart; listen to much liquid music. The notes may no deep wild cry, no bursting oratory.

be broken, but there is melody still; yea, there There are some exceptions truly: men who is the sound of the richest and most magnifihave spoken with heart-language; men whose cent instrument. A difference truly between insight has been clear and deep, and whose the tiny musical box, soft and bird-like, and utterance has been music. Among these is one the splendid bursts of an old and untuned organ who has published a volume of Essays, chiefly in some time-worn minster. Such the differon religious topics, and the author of Christ

ence between this work and others which the on the Cross.

people praise. Of the essayist we speak first. He has Perhaps this production resembles most some broken from the theological expression, and ancient window in " an antique oratory," with given us a more manly and unshackled breath the sun gleaming through its aged but riching of eloquence. His voice is the voice of stained glass. The colours are diverse; but Israel's prophets; it bears the majesty of they are deep and glowing. There is crimson Isaiah in its fearless denunciations of sin, and and blue, as though borrowed from the western its adoration of the holy. Thunder-pealing are day-god in woody districts, and from the wide its accents ; bursting its tones of wrath. It is illimitable heaven above us. Crimson and blue the inspiration of the Almighty ; his lips have falling streaming down upon the still quiet been touched with a “live coal from off the marble, broken here and there by tree or ivy; altar;” his eye has seen mighty visions, and but richest, most glorious colouring still, ruby his ear has been opened to the music of heaven. and sapphire gem-lights.

He is not bound by theologic rule; no imi- The book is full of oratory; it is not so much tator is he; none: rather speaks he for him- essay as oration. It bears some resemblance to self. And in this he does well. Let him live the French divines. It is like the thunderin this eternal element: see for himself, listen speech of Massillon and the torrent-utterance for himself, speak for himself. · The man on

of Bourdaloue. No soft note of Fenelon is whom the soul descends, through whom the heard, no liquid music of Saurin; no, it is the soul speaks, alone can teach. Courage, piety, deep burst of Bossuet when wrought up to the love, wisdom can teach ; every man can open highest pitch of eloquence. There is withal his door to these angels, and they shall bring beauty as well as power. Scarcely any resemhim the gift of tongues. But the man who blance does it bear to our English theologians. aims to speak as books enable, as synods use, No classic period of Hall, no elegant paragraph as the fashion guides, and as interest com- of Atterbury, no silver starlight of Paley, no mands, babbles. Let him hush.” Many may cold formality of Hugh Blair, no tender sweetdislike this true language, may deem it folly; ness of Alison, no rock-like language of Foster, but every new author, if he writes himself, no simplicity of Doddridge, no pearl-sparkling must be at first despised. He has to mould the sentence of Barrow, no liquid sweetness of public taste to his own; and this requires Hopkins. It is a mingling of the strength of years and sometimes centuries. Look at those Horsley with the flowery luxuriance of Jeremy names which are the most brilliant among the Taylor; a fine eagle-piercing style. There is

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something of Irving, but there is a something call, the eloquence of Jesus ; simple, chaste, which is truly his own.

but boundlessly expressive: simple, chaste, but He rises into highest and loftiest eloquence carrying deepest and profoundest meaning. It when donouncing wickedness; it is then that is a heavenly language; it is the purest lanthe spirit of Israel's God descends and moves guage; white, snow-white language, “the his lips with prophetic utterances. His lan- stream that overflowed the star-paved court guage is deep and piercing; it is ocean-hymned. of heaven, and blanched the purple lily, as Not powerless is he; not weak, not nerveless. fables tell, less white, less pure," and yet not There is gigantic energy; and oftentimes biting cold as snow, but warm, and embracing, and

Of terrible anathemas, some of his tenderly-loving as the heart of God. are not the least; "a great God is in them, Perhaps it may seem to bear some resemand he grows not old.” To us his future course blance to Bishop Horne; something, too, to is clear, to become the great and mighty reprover | Bishop Hopkins; but it has in it, if that be of the world's sin, the living orator in God's possible, a holier intonation than theirs. temple. May blessings be upon him and his The twenty-second Psalm is chosen for the for ever!

exposition. The first portion is dark and gloomy, But needs be that we turn our attention to the second bright and cheering ; yet the that venerable name which heads our paper; reader feels no gloom, no darkness, there is and yet we could not pas away from speaking a light beaming forth as if from the throne of religious literature without noticing the of God. other.

His theme is the greatest that can employ If the one reminds us of richly-stained glass man's thought, and task his highest faculties. seen in some minster pile, the author of Christ It is the incarnation of perfect and unsullied on the Cross no less bespeaks the pure mellowed love: the incarnation of unblemished purity. light, softened and deepened, of early dawn. In the descent of the Son of God both were He has all the still quiet beauty of morn. The united, taintless holiness, and boundless love. light is what we might suppose to beam on the All that humanity had ever dreamt of, found most inviolate purity; the light that surrounds its centre in Jesus. Their visions, their longthe throne of the Holiest; the light that gleamed ings, their aspirations were more thari realized upon a risen God in the garden of the tomb; in him. The world had ever yearned after the light that brooded over the Saviour's heart. this full embodiment of the pure and hallowed : No tiniest atom there! All pure, intensely from the sunset of Eden's pristine beauty, even pure,

till this incarnation hour, had its hopes been So with this precious volume. Perhaps it is fixed on love : from the deep abysmal polluthe purest ever written; its spirit pure, its ex- tions” of its heart, had it ever and anon sent pressions pure, its influence pure. You cannot its desires forth, and as often had they returned peruse it without feeling that there is a purer desolate and disappointed. Priests, altars, and atmosphere than that in which we live; with temples, painting, statuary, and poetry, ever out feeling that none but the pure shall behold pointed to this one divine expectation. The the face of God, that none but they whose world's throes and the world's tossings had ever spirits are washed in the pure fountain of aand anon subsided, and then had come mournRedeemer's blood, can ever enter the mansions ing and lamentation and despair! Then again of the blessed.

had the music of its better being broken forth Honourable to our hallowed English Church and it hymned its renewed anticipations, and is this exquisite production : honourable that heaven seemed sweeter and earth fairer in those such men minister at her altars. And, indeed, seasons of the spirit's sunshine. Then at last, that Church may well glory in her privilege. when the hope had almost failed and the eye What names she may count among the bright of the humble loving one had become almost est, the greatest, the holiest of earth! And the dim, came the incarnation of the highest affecauthor of this book will not be long ere he tion and the most unsullied purity; and bound receives the homage of every one of her sons, this far-off orb with its way-gone and fatherless whether those sons move among the lowly, or children to the Creator and the Redeemer. among the titled and coroneted and crowned And in the coming brightness of the earth's of the land.

spiritual morn, love will be the great principle, We said that there seems a light, divine and the great and alone necessity there : it will pure, encircling this exposition; and what we rule, it will quicken, it will vivify; it will said we repeat. Its style is beautiful without throw a beauty over every occurrence of life. being cold; it is elegant without being stiff. It | It will burn more brightly than the fire-flame is infinitely preferable to Atterbury or the men which erst illumined with its odoriferous light of that school. There is something of Thomas the still silent darkness when Zoroaster minisDale, the sparkling pearl-beam of his writings; tered; it will burn more brightly than the but we think it a deeper language.

sacrificial gleam fed daily on the one altar of Melvill it is totally unlike. There is none the Jewish nation, ever pointing to the one of the grandeur of Croly, none of the magnifi- offering and the one oblation for sin. Love, cence of Trench, none of the splendour of that will be our presiding, pervading blessing ; Montgomery, none of the dogmatical fervour it will be the highest object of our being, even of Christopher Wordsworth ; none. Unlike to progress in love, to tread onwards in love, Chalmers, unlike M'All, unlike Kirwan. But to look upwards at the cross, the perfect unthough it possesses none of the distinctive ele- sullied incarnation of love. Onwards, onwards ments of these Christian orators, it has that in love: we shall know no other language but which is not less glorious. It is what we would the dulcet language of love; it will be the

lisping of the babe and the full harmonious it will exert a purifying, and we had almost speech of manhood ; it will be the central said a sanctifying energy. Yea, in those dreams attraction of the soul, the master energy of of beauty, in those love-lit visions, in those the spirit, the inextinguishable feeling of the fair creations, in those intense longings after heart.

the unblemished good, in those sorrows for And thus will the world progress in love; the world's spiritual and temporal agony, there that syren voice, which in days gone by seduced is a gigantic influence at work, moulding the to ruin, will then pour out its fervid syllables soul ever into a finer form, and knitting, if it in a holy hymn to its Creator ; love and affec-would, the entire humanity for ever to the Deity. tion will be lavished, to be lavished again in What greater theme, then, could the minister return; love and affection shall deepen, to be- of the Holiest choose, than this of the incarnacome deeper in its giving back. There will be tion of love and purity? It may be entitled ever-enduring, ever-encircling love; the homes simply Christ on the Cross, but it embraces will be filled with melody, and “the solitary the whole subject of the Father's mercy and wastes will glisten with beauty: it may be the Father's justice; the Son's love, and the oftentimes stormy without, but what heeds it, Son's obedience. if all within be as the heaven of our God? We said that its atmosphere was holy; what

“We are all lovers :" a nobler and higher holier breathing of the spirit than this distinction than that given to the Patriarch in

• Holy' is an unrivalled, unexampled term. No equithe grey dimness of the breaking day, when valent word can be substituted. It signifies not merely the world was in its dawn. And as the Jewish a righteousness which law has not condemned, and a nation had ever in its name, Israel, an incentive purity which sin has never sullied; but a righteousness

which law cannot condemn, and a purity which sin to ever-prevailing prayer, so we have a still

cannot defile. God is holy. This expresses the highest more exalted monitor in this, of being all one idea we can form of absolute perfection. It includes brotherhood of lovers, inasmuch as it is the both a negative and positive sense. It denotes the ab. perfection of heaven's glory. And hence,

sence of whatever is weak, selfish, sinful, and polluted ;

and the presence of essential purity, goodness, love, and should heresy throw its dark mantle over this

every excellency. God is holy. “He cannot be tempted our England, shall we have the ever-cheering with sin; neither tempteth he any man. James i. 13. fact of our being all lovers, wherewith to This sets before us a two-fold view of the Divine holiness. oppose the armies of the aliens; and from our

First, as it refers to God himself; and secondly, to our

selves. The nature of God is such that it is utterly impossihomes in their calm and blessed peacefulness, ble he can be tempted by Satan, or man, to form an unand from our pure and infinite affections in charitable judgment, utter a rash sentence, or do an their chaste and cleaving tenderness, and from

unkind or unjust act towards any of his creatures. Sin our yearning after the unsullied holiness, and probation or consent. He is immaculate in holiness. Like

cannot present itself in any form so as to gain his apfrom our looking upwards with filial gaze on the pure light of heaven, he can be no more affected the mysterious incarnation of a Father's love, by the sins of the world, than can the solar orb by the shall we gather a whole armoury of weapons vapours of earth. Like the sun, too, in its own light,

God is glorious in his own holiness. Exod. xv. 11. wherewith to overcome every form of error

Secondly, in reference to us, it is said, "neither tempteth and every shape of delusion. Home shall teach he any man. God cannot be tempted, neither can he us love; God shall teach us love; heaven, tempt. This latter assertion refers not to the power of earth teach but love; and with love we dare God, as if we were incapable; but to his nature, where

by he is unwilling; and it is stated in this positive form hope and dare pray amid the blasting for a in reference to all his outgoings towards man, “he does world's sin, and the darkness of a world's of. not tempt.” The nature of God is such that he never fence! Six thousand years, according to the did, never will, never can, do anything to induce man

or angel to deviate in the slighest degree from moral Persian, and Oromasdes shall reign as the

rectitude. Neither storm nor sunshine, prosperity nor universal love and the universal good; then adversity, are sent by God on his creatures to lead them peace, then quietude, then blessedness for ever! into sin, He cannot do so any more than the sun can And, indeed, what is this panting after the

send forth rays of darkness.

The Divine nature is holy. Holiness in God is esfull manifestation of love among the sons of sential and underived. It is not merely one of the

attributes men, this longing after universal affection and of the Godhead. It is the foundation and perfection of purity, what is it but the desire for the perfect them all. Therefore, says an old Divine, ""holiness is

the beauty of all God's attributes; without which his image of the Supreme—the realization of that

wisdom would be subtlety, his justice cruelty, his soveholiness which was created anew in the life reignty tyranny, his mercy foolish pity.” of Jesus? And those glimpses of beauty which The holiness of God, therefore, is the perfection of the eye sees in poetry, and the architect sees his perfections, the excellency of his excellences, and in the magnificent pile, and the sculptor sees

the glory of all his attributes. God the Father is holy;

God the Son is holy; God the Spirit is holy. The anthem in the exquisite dream of his imagination, and of eternity which angels sing is, “Holy, holy, holy Lord the painter sees in his golden slumberings, and God Almighty.” They behold continual displays of the the husband sees in his clinging wife, and the

wisdom, power, justice, truth and goodness of Jehovah :

these attract their admiration and excite their praises. mother sees in her blushing babe-what are But when thy look to Him who “sitteth upon the throne these glimpses but so many revelations of the of his holiness,” (Ps. xlvii. 8), they are dazzled by the Highest and the best? what but so many in- glistening brightness of eternal purity; and instantly sights into the character of the All-pure and (Job xv. 15), and themselves chargeable with folls, (Job the All-good! And man does well in loving iv. 18), the seraphim cover their faces and their feet these; for in so doing-oft indeed it may be as they fly in adoration around it; and not venturing unconsciously--heloves and worships the mighty directly to address the High and Holy One that inhabiteth doctrine of the Gospel. Love to these, to

eternity, they cry one to another, “Holy, holy, holy is

the Lord of Hosts,(Isa. vi. 2, 3). all these, is but a part of the same moving How admirably the praises of the church below accord and regenerating principle of love to God. It with those of the church and the angelic hosts above!

The highest note we raise on earth harmonizes with the will not, indeed, ransom his spirit from the

is struck in heaven.

We sing slavery into which it has long been sold, but in feeble, broken strains, “The Lord is righteous in all

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his ways, and holy in all his works.” (Ps cxlv. 17). They tains of joy and sorrow. Wrapt in an invisible fill eternity with their swelling symphony, “ Holy, holy, cloud, he seeks "the chamber of the royal

Heaven is not a mere place of safety; it is a paradise maid,". and finds her lying on a purple couch of purity. The happiness of heaven is based on the holi- lulled in gentle slumber. A light transparent ness of its inhabitants. God is holy, and his angels holy; veil adorns her finely sculptured form, “thin the Redeemer is holy, and his people holy; there are

as an airy gossamer. Her lips are parted none in heaven beside. The word which sinners refuse to hear on earth, " Be ye holy, for I am holy” (1 Pet. i. 16), by a dreamy smile. Love touches them with is a word which gladdens heaven, and imparts fresh feel- the fatal potion, and wounds her bosom with ings of unity to the whole family of glory.

a shining dart.” She suddenly awakes; and And thus the whole volume. We know he, enamoured of her loveliness, relenting, sheds of no holier production, no chaster work, no

on her golden ringlets the sparkling drops of joy; sweeter hymn ; it is one of the master-pieces then spreads his wings and silently departs. of the age, the immortal strain of the church; had caught a glimpse of the beauteous Cupid

Psyche is soon conscious of the effects: she even this Christ on the Cross. It is the purest and most hallowed song of these later times ;

ere the heavenly mists concealed him from it is destined to live, destined to breathe itself

The purest emotions of affection through centuries : you cannot hearken to it throbs with love. Her mind now has ceased

immediately sway her breast; she pants, she without feeling it to be an imperishable harmony to look on earth as before ; there is a fresher to the spirit of holiness. Its language is the language of a mighty one; its thoughts are the light from “ the eyelids of the morning.' thoughts of an undying soul; all is masterly; left on the summit of a rock, lonely to perish,

By the command of the oracle, Psyche is every page, every line is embued with grace. But the calmest, gentlest, zephyrs play around fulness; it sparkles with unfading radiance ; it rolls forth the music of eternity; it stamps and bear her to the Island of pleasure, where, greatness on the name of its author; that name On the green bosom of the turf reclined will become venerable, will be as a beacon They lightly now the astonished virgin lay, standing almost lonely amid the dreariness of To placid rest they soothe her troubled mind;

Around her still with watchful care they stay, the present days : how sweetly will its light Around her still in quiet whispers play; beam on the future inquirer, and lead him on- Till lulling slumbers bid her eyelids close, wards to the land where all is fair, and beauti- Veiling with silky fringe each brilliant ray, ful, and good!


soft tranquillity divinely flows
O'er all her soul serene, in visions of repose.

Refreshed she rose, and all enchanted gazed
On the rare beauties of the pleasant scene.

Conspicuous far a lofty palace blazed

Upon a sloping bank of softest green;
A fairer edifice was never seen;

The high-ranged columns own no mortal hand,
It is some years since we first took up the

But seem a temple meet for beauty's queen.
beautiful poem, which gained for our author

Like polished snow the marble pillars stand
her greenest laurels. We remember well In grace-attempered majesty sublimely grand.
the day: it was unusually frosty and clear. Gently ascending from a silvery flood,
We had just left King's, and began wending The lofty eminence was crowned with wood,

Above the palace rose the shaded hill,
our way through the ceaseless flow of anxious

And the rich lawns, adorned by nature's skill, humanity onwards to our own sweet cottage, The passing breezes with their odours fill;

Here ever-blooming groves of orange glow, some five miles distant; dreaming, as we went,

And here all flowers which from their leaves distil
of love and poetry and bright spiritual things. Ambrosial dew in sweet succession blow,
Having reached home, we gladly took up the And trees of matchless size a fragrant shade bestow.
volume; the curtains were drawn, the lights and bids bright lustre sparkle o'er the tide;
brought, the fire stirred, our chair moved to

The clear blue ocean at a distance seen
the glowing hearth, and amid this array of Bound the gay landscape on the western side,
comfort and studious peace we commenced While closing round it with majestic pride,
Psyche. The music of the strain, dim and The lofty rocks 'mid citron groves arise;

“Sure some divinity must here reside,'
rich, like painted window, stole around the

As tranced in some bright vision, Psyche cries, soul and lapped it in its vision of tenderness. And scarce believes the bliss, or trusts her charmed eyes. The Spenserian stanza rolled out its warm and When, lo! a voice divinely sweet she hears, deeply melodious tones, thrilling, binding, cap

From unseen lips proceeds the heavenly sound;

We tivating all the emotions of the breast.

“Psyche, approach, dismiss thy timid fears,

At length his bride thy longing spouse has found, read, read on till the last note lingered its And bids for thee immortal joys abound; luscious music on the ear, then closed the work For thee the palace rose at his command,

For thee his love a bridal banquet crowned ;
and mused.

He bids attendant nymphs around thee stand,
The story is found in Apuleius, and a de-

Prompt every wish to serve, a fond obedient band."
licious story it is, replete with that author's Increasing wonder filled her ravished soul,
rich and flower-scented style. But we have For now the pompous portals opened wide,

There, pausing oft, with timid foot she stole only to do in this paper with Mrs. Tighe's Through halls high doomed, circled with sculptured pride, poem, and hence we commence our brief ana- While gay saloons appeared on either side, lysis.

In splendid vista opening to her sight;

And all with precious gems so beautified,
Venus, indignant at the altars raised to

And furnished with such exquisite delight,
Psyche, after varied thought, calls Cupid and

That scarce the beams of heaven emit such lustre bright. bids him distil the poison of powerful but The amethyst was there of violet hue,

And there the topaz shed its golden ray, impure passion into her rival's soul. After

The chrysoberyl, and the sapphire blue
receiving “a kiss bathed in ambrosial dew,''

As the clear azure of a sunny day,
he departs, and tempers his darts at the foun- Or the mild eye where amorous glances play;

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