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Far to the west the long, long vale withdrawn,
Where twilight loves to linger for awhile;
And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn,

And villager abroad at early toil:
But lo! the Sun appears, and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.

And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb,
When all in mist the world below was lost.
What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime,
Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast,
And view th' enormous waste of vapor, toss'd
In billows, length’ning to th' horizon round,
Now scoop'd in gulss, with mountains now emboss'd!

And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound,
Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound.

In truth he was a strange and wayward wight,
Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene.
In darkness, and in storm, be found delight:
Nor less than when on ocean-wave serene
The southern Sun diffused his dazzling sheen.'
E'en sad vicissitude amused his soul:
And if a sigh would sometimes intervene,

And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control.

MORNING.

But who the melodies of morn can tell?
The wild-brook babbling down the mountain side;
The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell;
The pipe of early shepherd dim descried
In the lone valley; echoing far and wide
The clamorous horn along the cliffs above;
The hollow murmur of the ocean.tide;

The hum of bees, and linnet's lay of love,
And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.

The cottage-curs at early pilgrim bark;
Crown'd with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings;
The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and, hark !
Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings;
Thro' rustling corn the hare astonish'd springs;
Slow tolls the village-clock the drowsy hour;
The partridge bursts away on whirring wings;

Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower,
And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tour.

1 Brightness, splendor. The word is used by some late writers as well as by Milton.

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THE HUMBLE WISH.

Far to the west the long, long vale withdrawn,
Where twilight loves to linger for awhile;
And now he saintly kens the bounding fawn,

And villager abroad at early toil:
But lo! the Sun appears, and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.

And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb,
When all in mist the world below was lost.
What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime,
Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast,
And view th' enormous waste of vapor, toss'd
In billows, length’ning to th' horizon round,
Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mountains now emboss'd!

And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound.

In truth he was a strange and wayward wight,
Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene.
In darkness, and in storm, be found delight:
Nor less than when on ocean-wave serene
The southern Sun diffused his dazzling sheen.'
E'en sad vicissitude amused his soul:
And if a sigh would sometimes intervene,

And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control.

The end and the reward of toil is rest.
Be all iny prayer for virtue and for peace.
Of wealth and fame, of pomp and power possessid,
Who ever felt bis weight of woe decrease?
Ah! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece,
The lay heaven-prompted, and harmonious string,
The dust of Ophir, or the Tyrian fleece,

All that art, fortune, enterprise, can bring,
If envy, scorn, remorse, or pride, the bosom wring!

Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb
With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown,
In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome,
Where night and desolation ever frown.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the clown;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrown,

Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave.
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.

And thither let the village swain repair;
And light of heart, the village maiden gay,
To deck with flowers her half-dishevell d hair,
And celebrate the merry morn of May,
There let the shepherd's pipe the live-long day
Fill all the grove with love's bewitching woe;
And when mild evening comes in mantle gray,

Let not the blooming band make haste to yo;
No ghost nor spell my long and last abode shall know.

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But who the melodies of morn can tell?
The wild-brook babbling down the mountain side;
The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell;
The pipe of early shepherd dim descried
In the lone valley; echoing far and wide
The clamorous horn along the clitfs above;
The hollow murmur of the ocean.tide;

The hum of bees, and linnet's lay of love,
And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.

The cottage-curs at early pilgrim bark;
Crown'd with her pail the tripping milkmajd sings ;
The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and, bark!
Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings;
Thro' rustling corn the hare astonish'd springs;
Slow tolls the village-clock the drowsy hour;
The partridge bursts away on whirring wings;

Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower,
And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tour.

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove; 'Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain asar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began; No more with himself or with nature at war, He ibought as a sage, though he felt as a man. “Ah! why, all abandoned to darkness and woe, Why, lone Philomela, that languishing fall? For spring shall return, and a lover bestow, And sorrow no longer thy bosom inthral. But, if pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay, Mourn, sweetest complainer, man calls thee to mourn; O soothe him, whose pleasures like thine pass away: Full quickly they pass—but they never return.

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Brightness, splendor. The word is used by some late writers as well as by Milton.

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Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky,
The moon, half extinguished, her crescent displays;
But lately I marked, when majestic on high
She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze.
Roll thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue
The path that conducts thee to splendor again :
But man's faded glory what change shall renew?
Ah sool! to exult in a glory so vain !
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;
I mourn, but ye woodlands I mourn not for you;
For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Persumed with fresh fragrance, and glitt'ring with dew :
Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn;
Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save :
But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn!
O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!'
'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betrayed-
That leads, to bewilder; and dazzles, to blind-
My thoughts wont to roam, from shade on ward to shade,
Destruction before me, and sorrow behind.
O pity, great Father of Light,' then I cried,
Thy creature, who fain would not wander from thee;
Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride:
From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free!
And darkness and doubt are now flying away ;
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn :
So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn.
See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending,
And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom!
On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb."

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WILLIAM PALEY, 1743–1805.

“No writers are rewarded with a larger share of immediate celebrity than those who address themselves to the understandings of general readers, who investigate truths, develop principles, and convey instruction in that popular style, and that plain, expressive language, which all read with plea. sure, and comprehend with ease."1 Such was eminently the characteristic of Dr. William Paley. He was the son of the head-master of Giggleswick grammar-school, in Yorkshire, and was born in July, 1743. After having

· Read two articles on Dr. Paley in the "Quarterly Review," vol. ii. p. 75, and vol. ix. p. 388; and another in the “ Edinburgh Review," vol. i. p. 287,

Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky,
The moon, half extinguished, her crescent displays;
But lately I marked, when majestic on high
She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze.
Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue
The path that conducts thee to splendor again :
But man's faded glory wliat change shall renew ?
Ah fool! to exult in a glory so vain !
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;
I mourn, but ye woodlands I mourn not for you;
For morn is approaching, your charms to restore,
Persumed with fresh fragrance, and glittring with dew:
Nor yet for the ravage

winter I mour;
Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save :
But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn!
O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!'
'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betrayed-
That leads, to bewilder; and dazzles, lo blind-
My thoughts wont to roam, from shade onward to shade,
Destruction before me, and sorrow behind.
O pity, great Father of Light,' then I cried,
• Thy creature, who fain would not wander from thee;
Lo, bumbled in dust, I relinquish my pride:
From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free!
And darkness and doubt are now flying away;
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn :
So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn.
See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending,
And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom!
On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb."

1760-1820

acquired the rudiments of learning under the tuition of his father, he was admitted, in November, 1758, a sizer of Christ's College, Cambridge. For some time he attracted notice only as an uncouth but agreeable idler. “I spent,” he says, "the first two years of my under-graduateship happily, but unprofitably. I was constantly in society, where we were not immoral, but idle and rather expensive. At the commencement of my third year, how. ever, after having left the usual party at rather a late hour in the evening, I was awakened, at five in the morning, by one of my companions, who stood at my bedside, and said, 'Paley, I have been thinking what a fool you are. I could do nothing profitably were I to try, and can afford the life I lead : you could do everything, and cannot afford it. I have had no sleep during the whole night on account of these reflections, and I am now come solemnly to inform you that, if you persist in your indolence, I must renounce your society.' I was so struck with the visit and the visitor, that I lay in bed a great part of the day and formed my plan.” The result was that he changed his whole habits, became a close student, and at the close of his college course was the first in his class.

Soon after taking his degree, he obtained the situation of usher at a private school at Greenwich; but being elected, in June, 1766, a fellow of the college to which he belonged, he fixed his residence at the university, became a tutor of his college, and delivered lectures on metaphysics, morals, and the Greek Testament. His reputation, in this situation, rose extremely high, as he was remarkable for the happy talent of adapting his lectures singularly well to the apprehensions of his pupils. In 1775, he was presented to the rectory of Musgrove, in Westmoreland; and in the following year he vacated his fellowship by marrying. He was soon advanced by his friend Dr. Law, then Bishop of Carlisle, to various preferments, until he was finally, in 1782, made archdeacon and chancellor of that diocese. Here he digested and prepared his celebrated work, the “Principles of Moral and Political Philosophy," which appeared in 1785. His “Horæ Paulinæ" followed in 1790, and his “Evidences of Christianity' in 1794. Soon after this, he became so infirm as to be incapable of preaching, and he devoted his attention almost exclusively to the preparation of his “ Natural Theology, or Evidences of the Existence and Attributes of a Deity, collected from the Appearances of Nature," which was published in 1802. He died on the 25th of May, 1805, leaving a wife and eight children.

“Dr. Paley was, in private life, a cheerful, social, unassuming character, and of an equable temper. He entered with great zest into the common enjoyments of life, and was anxious to promote good humor and harmless mirth on all occasions. His conversation was free and unreserved : he had a strong relish of wit, a copious fund of anecdote, and told a story with peculiar archness and naïveté.'

"As a writer, he did not possess a comprehensive and grasping genius, nor was he endowed with a rich and sparkling imagination. His mind was well informed, but not furnished with deep, extensive, ponderous erudition. His distinguishing characteristic is a penetrating understanding, and a clear logical head: what he himself comprehends fully, that he details luminously.

WILLIAM PALEY, 1743–1805.

No writers are rewarded with a larger share of immediate celebrity than those who address themselves to the understandings of general readers who investigate truths, develop principles, and convey instruction in the popular style, and that plain, expressive language, which all read with plex: sure, and comprehend with ease."! Such was eminently the characteristi of Dr. William Paley. He was the son of the head-master of Giggleswick grammar school, in Yorkshire, and was born in July, 1743. After having

* Read two articles on Dr. Paley in the "Quarterly Review," vol. ii. p. 75, and vol. ix. p. 388; and another in the " Edinburgh Review," vol. i. p. 287.

He takes a subject to pieces with the nice skill of a master, presents to us distinctly its several parts, and explains them with accuracy and truth.''}

Few writers have obtained greater popularity than Dr. Paley. Ten edi. tions of his “Moral Philosophy" were sold during his lifetime; his “Evidences of Christianity" was reprinted seventeen times in twenty-seven years; and his “Natural Theology” reached a tenth edition in the short space of three years from the time of its first publication. His “Horæ Paulinæ,''2 decidedly his most ingenious and original work, was not so popular, though exceedingly valued by echolars, and students of divinity, Its object is to open a new department of evidence in favor of Christianity, by comparing the Epistles of Paul with his history as recorded by Luke in the Acts, and by marking what he designates as the “undesigned coinci. dences” of the one with the other. In this way he shows the genuineness of both, and thus furnishes a novel and ingenious, and at the same time a very conclusive, species of testimony in behalf of Revealed religion.

The most exceptionable of all Paley's works is his “ Moral Philosophy." In it he takes the ground that “whatever is expedient is right"-a doctrine true, indeed, if man could see all things, and look into futurity; but a most dangerous one to a being so short-sighted as he who “knows not what a day may bring forth.” Indeed, in many parts of this work may be found sentiments altogether too loosely expressed, and principles of action of too compromising a character laid down, which at once remind us of his remark, when he was a fellow at Cambridge, and had been requested to sign a petition for relief in the matter of subscription to the “ Thirtynine Articles” of the Church of England, that he "was 100 poor to keep a conscience." In other words, that, where his conscience and his worldly interests came in conflict, the former must give way to the latter. So also, about the same time, he offered, as a subject which he intended to discuss, “The Eternity of Future Punishment contradictory to the Divine Atiri. butes:" but, finding that it would be very displeasing to the master of his college, he concluded to insert the word "NOT" before “contradictory.”

But, if there is much that is exceptionable in his Moral Philosophy, there is also much that is truly valuable ; while all his other works are, without any qualification, eminently subservient to religion and sound morals.

""Quarterly Review," vol. ii. p. 86.

9 Literally, Pauline Hours ;'' ibat is, hours spent in comparing numerous facts, which the apostle Paul incidentally states of himself in his Epistles, with what is narrated of him in the Acts of the Apostles.

: For a triumphant refutation of the dangerous doctrines of his Moral Phi. losophy, read the “Essays on Morality,' by that clear-headed, conscientious Christian and Quaker moralist, Jonathan Dymond—the best work on the subject

But a clergyman of the Church of England has come to the rescue of Paley, in a work with the following title, « A Vindication of Dr. Paley's Theory of Morals from the Objections of Dugald Stewart, Mr. Gisborne, Dr. Pierson, and Dr. Thomas Brown, &c., by the Rev. Latham Wajnewright, M A.” His arguments, if not conclusive, are certainly very ingenious.

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