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In every faith, through every clime,

Your pilgrim steps we trace;
And shrines are dressed, and temples rise,

Each hallowed spot to grace;
And pæans loud, in every tongue,

And choral hymns resound;
And lengthening honors hand your name

To time's remotest bound.
Proceed! your race of glory run,

Your virtuous toils endure !
You come, commissioned from on high,

And your reward is sure.

REGINALD HEBER, 1783-1826.

REGINALD HEBER, the son of the Rev. Reginald Heber, was born at Malpas, in Cheshire, on the 21st of April, 1783. His youth was distinguished by a precocity of talent, docility of temper, a love of reading, and a veneration for religion. The eagerness, indeed, with which he read the Bible in his early years, and the accuracy with which he remembered it, were quite remarkable. After completing the usual course of elementary instruction, he entered the University of Oxford in 1800. In the first year he gained the university prize for Latin verse, and in 1813 he wrote his poem of “Palestine," which was received with distinguished applause.' His academical career was brilliant from its commencement to its close. After taking his degree, and gaining the university prize for the best English prose essay, he set out, in 1805, on a continental tour. He returned the following year, and in 1807 “ took orders," and was settled in Hodnet, in Shropshire, where for many years he discharged the duties of his large parish with the most exemplary assiduity.

In 1809, he married, and in the same year published a series of hymns, "appropriate for Sundays and principal holidays of the year." In 1812, he commenced a “ Dictionary of the Bible," and published a volume entitled “ Poems and Translations," the translations being chiefly from Pindar. After being advanced to two or three ecclesiastical preferments,

1 "Such a poem, composed at such an age, has indeed some, but not many, parallels in our language. Its copious diction, its perfect numbers, its images so well chosen, diversified so happily, and treated with so much discretion and good taste, and, above all, the ample knowledge of Scripture and of writings illustrative of Scripture displayed in it-all these things might have seemed to bespeak the work of a man who had been long choosing and begun late,' rather than of a stripling of nineteen.'

Quarterly Review, vol. xxxv. P. 451.

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in 1822 he received the offer of the bishopric of Calcutta, made vacant by
the death of Dr. Middleton. This, after much hesitation, he accepted,
and about the same time published a life of Jeremy Taylor, with a review
of his writings. In 1823, he took his degree of D.D., and embarked for
India, where he arrived in safety, "with a field before him that might
challenge the labors of an apostle, and, we will venture to say, with as much
of the spirit of an apostle in him as has rested on any man in these latter
days.” Indeed, he was peculiarly well qualified to fill this high and re-
sponsible station, as well by his amiable and conciliatory temper as by his
talents and zeal in the cause of Christianity. He entered with great zeal
upon his duties, and had already made many long journeys through his
extensive field of labor, when he was suddenly cut off by an apoplectic fit,
which seized him while bathing, at Trichinopoly, on the 3d of April, 1826,

Besides the works of Bishop Heber already mentioned, there was pub-
lished, after his death, a “Narrative of a Journey through the Upper Pro-
vinces of India, from Calcutta to Bombay," in two volumes. A number of
his sermons, and charges to his diocese, were published during his life ;
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If the Israelites were endowed, beyond the nations of mankind, with wise and righteous laws, with a fertile and almost impreg. nable territory, with a race of valiant and victorious kings, and a God who (while they kept his ways) was a wall of fire against their enemies round about them; if the kings of the wilderness did them homage, and the lion-banner of David and Solomon was reflected at once from the Mediterranean and the Euphrates--it was that the way of the Lord might be made known by their means upon earth, and that the saving health of the Messiah might become conspicuous to all nations.

My brethren, it has pleased the Almighty that the nation to which we ourselves belong is a great, a valiant, and an understanding nation; it has pleased Him to give us an empire on which the sun never sets--a commerce by which the remotest nations of the earth are become our allies, our tributaries, I had almost said our neighbors; and by means (when regarded as human means, and distinct from his mysterious providence), so inadequate, as to excite our alarm as well as wonder--the sovereignty over these wide and populous heathen lands. But is it for our sakes that he has given us these good gifts and wrought these great marvels in our favor ? Are we not rather set up on high in the earth, that we may show forth the light by which we

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are guided, and be the honored instruments of diffusing those blessings which we ourselves enjoy, through every land where our will is law, through every tribe where our wisdom is held in reverence, and in every distant isle which our winged vessels visit? If we value, then (as who does not value ?) our renown among mankind; if we exult (as who can help exulting?) in the privileges which the providence of God has conferred on the British nation; if we are thankful (and God forbid we should be otherwise) for the means of usefulness in our power; and if we love (as who does not love ?) our native land, its greatness and prosperity, let us see that we, each of us in our station, are promoting, to the best of our power, by example, by exertion, by liberality, by the practice of Christian justice and every virtue, the extension of God's truth among men, and the honor of that holy name whereby we are called. There have been realms before as famous as our own, and (in relation to the then extent and riches of the civilized world), as powerful and as wealthy, of which the traveller sees nothing now but ruins in the midst of a wilderness, or where the mariner only finds a rock for fishers to spread their nets. Nineveh once reigned over the east ; but where is Nineveh now? Tyre had once the commerce of the world; but what is become of Tyre? But if the repentance of Nineveh had been persevered in, her towers would have stood to this day.

Had the daughter of Tyre brought her gifts to the Temple of God, she would have continued a queen forever.

THE STREAM OF LIFE.

Life bears us on like the stream of a mighty river. Our boat, at first, glides down the narrow channel, through the playful murmuring of the little brook and the winding of its grassy border. The trees shed their blossoms over our young heads, the flowers on the brink seem to offer themselves to our young hands; we are happy in hope, and we grasp eagerly at the beauties around us—but the stream hurries on, and still our hands are empty.

Our course in youth and manhood is along a wider and deeper flood, amid objects more striking and magnificent. We are animated by the moving picture of enjoyment and industry passing before us; we are excited by some short-lived disappointment. The stream bears us on, and our joys and our griefs are alike left behind us. We may be shipwrecked, but we cannot be delayed ; whether rough or smooth, the river hastens towards its home, till

the roar of the ocean is in our ears, and the tossing of its waves is beneath our feet, and the land lessens from our eyes, and the floods are lifted up around us, and we take our leave of earth and its inhabitants, until of our further voyage there is no witness save the Infinite and Eternal.

The poems of Bishop Heber, though not distinguished for any great vigor or originality, are certainly very chaste, elegant, and pleasing. Many of his hymns have been favorites in the Christian church among all de. nominations; for, while they possess all the simplicity and true Christian feeling which should characterize such compositions, they have more ele. vation and poetic fervor than is usually met with in our sacred lyrics. As has been justly said, “they breathe a fervent devotion in the most poetical language and short melodious verse."

PALESTINE.

Rest of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn,
Mourn, widow'd queen! forgotten Sion, mourn!
Is this thy place, sad city, this thy throne,
Where the wild desert rears its craggy stone ?
While suns unbless'd their angry lustre fling,
And way-worn pilgrims seek the scanty spring ?
Where now thy pomp, which kings with envy view'd ?
Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ?
No martial myriads muster in thy gate,
No suppliant nations in thy temple wait,
No prophet-bards, the glittering courts among,
Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song;
But lawless Force, and meagre Want are there,
And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear,
While cold Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid,
Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy-shade.

THE ISRAELITES DELIVERED FROM THEIR OPPRESSORS.

Oh! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood
In trustless wonder by the avenging flood !
Oh! welcome came the cheerful morn, to show
The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below!
The mangled limbs of men-the broken car-
A few sad relics of a nation's war;
Alas, how few! Then, soft as Elim's well,
The precious tears of new-born freedom fell.
And he, whose hardened beart alike had borne
The house of bondage and the oppressor's scorn,

The stubborn slave, by hope's new beams subdued,
In faltering accents sobbed his gratitude,
Till kindling into warmer zeal, around
The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound;
And in fierce joy, no more by doubt supprest,
The struggling spirit throbbed in Miriam's breast.
She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky
The dark transparence of her lucid eye,
Poured on the winds of heaven her wild sweet harmony.
“ Where now," she sang, " the tall Egyptian spear?
On's sunlike shield, and Zoan's chariot, where?
Above their ranks the whelming waters spread.
Shout, Israel, for the Lord bath triumphöd !"
And every pause between, as Miriam sang,
From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang,
And loud and far their stormy chorus spread-
Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed !"

Palestine.

THE RISE OF SALEM.

Yet still destruction sweeps the lonely plain,
And heroes lift the generous sword in vain.
Still o'er her sky the clouds of anger roll,
And God's revenge hangs heavy on her soul.
Yet shall she rise;- but not by war restored,
Not built in murder ;-planted by the sword.
Yes, Salem, thou shalt rise: Thy Father's aid
Shall heal the wound His chastening hand has made,
Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway,
And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away.
Then on your tops shall deathless verdure spring:
Break forth, ye mountains, and, ye valleys, sing !
No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn,
The unbeliever's jest, the heathen's scorn:
The sultry sands shall tenfold harvests yield,
And a new Eden deck the thorny field.
E'en now, perhaps, wide waving o'er the land,
The mighty Angel lists his golden wand;
Courts the bright vision of descending power,
Tells every gate and measures every tower,
And chides the tardy seals that yet detain
Thy Lion, Judah, from his destined reign.

And who is He? the vast, the awful form,
Girt with the whirlwind, sandald with the storin!
A western cloud around his limbs is spread,
His crown a rainbow, and a sun his head.
To highest heav'n he lifts his kingly hand,
And treads at once the ocean and the land;
And hark! his voice amid the thunder's roar,
His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more !

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