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surprised to find with how little wisdom the world is child of three years' old, was told by his nurse governed.” I should like to add, “and with how little

that he should marry the Queen, and that morality.”'

when he first thought of marrying at all, he “How much these words contain! We again see

always thought of her." Side by side with this the Saxon knight, who as a child declared that you

entry, we would place the simple and touching must attack your enemy in front, who hates every crooked path ; and, on the other hand, the noble heart

words, in which the Duchess of Coburg wrote which feels deeply the misfortune of a government not

to the Duchess of Kent about England's little guided by reason and morality."

"blossom of May":-At this period of the Prince's Home Life we

The rays of the sun are scorching at the

height to which she may one day attain. It must pause. We would willingly continue our extracts, but our present space forbids. We have

is only by the blessing of God that all the fine confined ourselves in this paper to glimpses of qualities He has put into her soul can be kept the Prince before he became so truly identified pure and untarnished. May God bless and with England's hopes and interests. In our

protect our little darling!” next paper, in sketching his advancing years, The blessing thus desired has been richly we shall have to mark the stream of that other vouchsafed; and we may safely add, the “fine life which, ripple by ripple, kept time with his, qualities” of the Queen never appeared so blending at length with its larger waves, resplendent as they now do, in the light of the flowing through happy meadows of honour testimony she has borne, so exalting in its and splendour with it--then, separating a little humility, that in no small measure the nation from it before it fell into the great sea of may trace the channel of the Divine blessing eternity, now waits to rest there with it at to herself in the gift of that loving, honest, last, as we would pray and believe, under a truthful husband, whose influence for good sky without any more storm or darkness. was so great, and whose fitting memorial is

We read in Her Majesty's own journal (June found in these simple records of his life and 23, 1840), that the Prince, "when he was a character.


11 (To be continued.)




Not the rich rainbow's varied bloom,

That diapason of the light;'

Not the soft sunset's silken glow,
The babe, the bride, the quiet dead,

Or flush of gorgeous chrysolite;
Clad in peculiar raiment all,

But purity of perfect light,
Yet each puts on the spotless white

Its native, undivided ray,
Of cradle, shroud, and bridal-ball.

All that is best of moon and sun,

The purest of the dawn and day.
The babe, the bride, the shrouded dead,

O cradle of our youngest age,
Each entering on an untried home,

Adorned with white, how fair árt thou! Wears the one badge, the one fair hue,

O robe of infaney, how bright!
Of birth, of wedding, and of tomb.

Like moonlight on the moorland snow. Of death and life, of birth and grief,

O bridal-hall, and bridal-robe,
We take it as the symbol true;

How silver-bright your jewelled gleam! It suits the smile, it suits the sigh,

Like sunrise on the gentle face
That raiment of the stainless hue.

Of some translucent mountain stream. • Dr. Bonar is perhaps the most gifted of our modern “poets of the sanctuary." Certainly his "praise” as a hyni. writer is deservedly " in all the Churches." From a Third Series of his "Hymns of Faith and Hope," juist issued by J. Nisbet and Co., we extract three exquisito gems.-ED, 0. 0. F.

Truth lifts its forehead to the storm

Like some eternal hill.

Oshroud of death, so soft and pure,

Like starlight upon marble fair ; Ah, surely it is life, not death,

That in still beauty sleepeth there. Mine be a robe more spotless still,

With lustre bright that cannot fado; Purer and whiter than the robe

Of babe, or bride, or quiet dead. Mine be the raiment given of God,

Wrought of fine linen, clean and white; Fit for the eye of God to see,

Meet for His home of holy light.


Love thou the truth,
And speak the truth in love;
The wisdom pure and peaceable
Descendeth from above.

Hate thou the lie!
Yet without bitterness
Thy hatred of its evil speak,
Only to teach and bless.

Let not the stain
Of angry human breath
The heavenly mirror soil or dim,
Disturbing peace and faith.

All violence
Of soul, or pen, or tongue,
Not strength, nor greatness is at all,
But feebleness and wrong.

Overbear none;
Trust not in sword or rod;
Man's feverish wrath commendeth not
The tranquil truth of God.

The error hate,
But love the erring ove;
God's love it was that brought thee back,
When thou astray wert gone.

Buy thou the truth,
And sell it not again;
Count thou no price too great for it
Part with it for no gain.

All truth is calm,
Refuge and rock and tower ;
The more of truth, the more of calin-
Its calmness is its power,

Truth is not strife,
Nor is to strife allied;
It is the error that is bred
Of storm, by rage and pride.

Calmness is truth,
And truth is calmness still,


Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God,

In every part with praise;
That my whole being may proclaim

Thy being and Thy ways!
Not for the lip of praise alone,

Nor e'en the praising heart,
I ask, but for a life made up

Of praise in every part.
Praise in the common things of life,

Its goings out and in;
Praise in each duty and each deed,

However small and mean.
Praise in the common words I speak,

Life's common looks and tones,
In intercourse at hearth or board

With my beloved ones.
Not in the temple-crowd alone,

When holy voicés chime,
But in the silent paths of earth,

The quiet rooms of time.
Upon the bed of weariness,

With fevered eye and brain; Or standing by another's couch,

Watching the pulse of pain. Enduring wrong, reproach, or loss,

With sweet and stedfast will; Loving and blessing those who hate,

Returning good for ill. Surrendering my fondest will

In things or great or small;
Seeking the good of others still,

Nor pleasing self at all.
Fill every part of me with praise,

Let all my being speak,
Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord,

Poor though I be, and weak.
So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, e'en me,

Receive the glory due,
And so shall I begin on earth

The song for ever new.
So shall each fear, each fret, each care,

Be turned into song;
And every winding of the way

The echo shall prolong.
So shall no part of day or night

From sacredness be free,
But all my life, in every step,
Be fellowship with Thee.





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10W strangely prone we are to repeat , fortune. How many a plaintive spirit bas felt

the old question about an afflicted itself strangely consoled while reading those neighbour, “Who did sin, this man touching records of home-distresses which or his parents ?”

were dated at "Mitcham." Had those records It may be that our readiness to put the never been hallowed to others, they have been query so often, notwithstanding holy cautions hallowed to me. Indeed, I have learnt to love against false interpretations of Divine Provi. the very place where they were written, and dence, sometimes expresses a kind of instinctive never wander over the scene without feeling homage to God's retributive justice; but it is as if it had a soothing air for one's spirits in never safe for the best of us to attempt a moments of depression. judicial decision in the case of a suffering When Donne's home at Pirford was broken brother. There is but One who knows all that up by the death of his friend Sir Francis is in man: but One, therefore, who has a right Wooley, he found a house for himself at to judge. Yet how easily are the most kind Mitcham. My first sight of his chosen village and loving spirits sometimes betrayed into an was from the heights of Wimbledon. I had invasion of their Redeemer's rights! The come from the wild undulations of the far. amiable Walton even-he who so loved the famed “common," where I had been indulging memory John Donne-ventures to hint that in a rich variety of pleasure; now, letting the his friend's domestic sufferings might prove soul go forth dreamily towards the distant scenes “his marriage” to be “the remarkable error of Richmond Park; now, bending tenderly of his life :” and, says he, “doubtless it had over little family groups of Drosera rotundi. been attended with a heavy repentance, if God folia (round-leafed sundew) in their moist dwell

. had not blessed them with so mutual and ings on the heath; and now, in fancy, watchcordial affections as in the midst of their ing Roman veterans on garrison duty in the sufferings made their bread of sorrow taste Imperial camp, or lounging at their evening more pleasantly than the banquets of dull and

I was standing, by and by, on a comlow-spirited people."

manding point, looking out through a break in 0 Isaac Walton! is obedience to that the foliage of Ridgway upon the glorious land“ mutual and cordial affection” which Heaven scape, which might help us to realize the joy has ordained as the most holy warrant and of a Pisgah-sight of Canaan. In the distance bond of matrimony, to be repented of as an were the hills of Surrey like a heaven-wrought error punishable with bread of sorrow”? and frame stretching around the richly coloured are "dull and low-spirited people” proved picture; the lower heights, beginning on one right in preferring marriages of mere con- hand at Norwood and extending to the Shirley venience, by the fact that their expediency and Addington hills, and still on to Banstead secures for them a life of “banquets"! Nay, Common and Epsom Downs, on the right; and such love as that of John and Anne Donne behind all these, the higher ridge of the great had God's own impress upon it; and though range which crosses the county, guarding and their Heavenly Father chastened them, their rejoicing over its most beautiful and classic marriage was the prime joy rather than “the retreats. Within this noble border, and imremarkable error" of their life. God gave mediately below, there was a wide paradise them for a time" bread of sorrow" it is true; of grassy plains and wooded undulations, but who shall say how their sorrows served dotted with villas and homesteads, and gemmed to deepen their mutual joy of love and to bring with gardens and fields of fragrant herbs. them into a meetness for the

purer communion “ What tower is that?” said I to my comof Heaven? Was not their“ valley of Achor" panion, “rising yonder among the trees ?” made their “ door of hope"?

That is Mitcham Church." Nor have their trials been without fruit Mitcham! The name instantly acted as a among those who are akin to them in mis. charm, throwing over the lovely view a richer


loveliness, and endowing the spectator with Donne while preaching in St. Paul's on Christ-
organs of a more spiritual vision, so that in mas Day, 1627:-
looking, one felt as if the golden thoughts of “But," says he, “as a thoughtful man, a
the genius who once dwelt among those trees pensive, a considerative man, that stands still
were still living and shedding an ethereal light for awhile, with his eyes


the ground on every feature of the scene where they first before his feet, when he casts up his head, hath found expression. One's soul would fain have presently, instantly, the sun or the heavens for taken wing at once, gently to glide down into his object; he sees not a tree, nor a house, nor a the leafy retirement where Donne used to have steeple by the way; but as soon as his eye is those strange minglings of happy thought departed from the earth, where it was long and plaintive feeling. I was soon down the fixed, the next thing he sees is the sun or the hillside and through the pretty embowered heavens :-50 when Moses had fixed himself lanes which led to the banks of the Wandle, long upon the consideration of his own inand along by the old ivy.covered wall which sufficiency for this service, when he took his remains to tell of Merton Priory.

eye from that low piece of ground, himself, Merton or Meretun, the town by the pond, considered as he was then, he fell upon no is divided from Mitcham by an old bridge on tree, no house, no steeple, no such consideration which the pilgrim is tempted to linger and as this-God may endow me, improve me, look into the quiet waters until they reflect exalt me, enable me, qualify me with faculties visions of the successive generations which fit for this service,—but his first object was that have lived and passed away from their flowery which presented an infallibility with it, Christ margin. There would be the death-scene of Jesus Himself, the Messiah Himself.” Cynewulf of Wessex, followed by the bloody Now, however, I must needs hasten to struggles between Ethelred, Alfred, and their Donne's village retreat. Another half-hour, Danish foes. Then would pass the foundation and there is the village green. Who could ceremonies of the old Priory in 1117, with wonder that finely framed spirits should have Ethelbert the sheriff figuring as the founder chosen a home in that old Surrey village ? of the first wooden church, and its outstanding There were but few tokens of antiquity in parish sanctuary still showing its ancient flint the architecture of either cottages or mansions; walls.

Then would come the royal pomp of but there were still the broad, free, fresh-lookHenry the Third's Parliament and its issue ing“greens,”—the "upper” and the “lower” of the famous “Statutes of Merton;" and green, the latter still graced with some rows of then the rise of Merton College in 1264, noble old elms, the venerable relics of that under Walter de Merton, Bishop of Roch. leafy border which once beautified the village ester.

folk-land," and afforded shade to the old and But such visions were not the only entice- the young who used to sport or doze in the ments to linger. I would have sauntered in open air of summer-tide. The church, of the nursery grounds hard by, which now cover course, was to be visited first of all. It was a the site of Nelson's dwelling during the inter- comparatively modern building, of pleasant vals of his life ashore; especially by the side proportions and appearance, covering the site of the fishpond, the only thing left upon which on which several earlier sanctuaries had echoed he used to look; and there I would be regaled to the prayers of former generations. The one once more by the talk of the good though in which Donne had often worshipped was quaint old gardener, who moralized on the destroyed by lightning about six years after he changes of times and seasons, and helped me had joined "the Church of the First-born, by his native logic and the light of his own written in Heaven." transparent simplicity of character, to dis- I found an old woman in the church, who re. tinguish between the common notions of great- membered the building which followed that of ness as attached to human titles, achievements, Donne's time, and which was taken down to and fame, and that Christian childlikeness make

way for the present erection. which the Divine mind esteems as the highest “ I have been here over fifty years," she said, standard of greatness. That old man's homely “and since my time all the old families have remarks about looking away from self to gone; here are some of their tombs along the Christ in order to be great in His kingdom or aisles. One of the oldest you see is that of the fit for His service, reminded me of a striking Crowleys; here they lie.” And, lifting the passage which once fell from the lips of matting, she showed me an old slab in the floor,

a reason,

with an epitaph “To the memory of Sir Am- ment of Lineria Cymbalaria. No vestige of a brose Crowley, and Dame Mary, his wife.” Sir house or a cottage could I see anywhere in Ambrose, as his memorial says, was an “Alder- which it seemed likely that Donne could have man of unblemished probity and a sincere lived. The oldest house, according to the belief and practice of true Christianity." He opinion of my oldest informant, was "The figures in the Tatler as “Sir Humphry Green- Canons,” but that looked too modern in its hat."

style. Nobody that I met with ever heard of "Did you ever hear anything of Dr. Donne?” Dr. Donne as a resident in Mitcham. said I. “Is there any story afloat about his “Which 'green' do you think is the olderresidence here p»

the ‘upper' or the lower'p” said I to a com“Whop" said the old woman, “Dr. Donne ? fortable-looking shopkeeper in the “upper No; I never heard of anybody of that name; green. nobody knows him here.”

“Oh, the upper' of course!” Do you know anything, then, about where Who does not like to be identified with the Sir Walter Raleigh used to live?”

"upper” style of things? The "upper green," "Oh, yes; he used to live in a house that however, did seem to be of older date in the was once up at the end of Whitford Lane. All style of its surrounding architecture, and one gone now, sir, like everybody and everything was disposed to stay and be hushed by the else.”

music of the breeze among the elms, until he "And so," thought I, as I left the old could realize the fact that somewhere here woman to the use of her brush, " the courtier, must have been the house which the suffering the soldier, the sea captain, the man who husband and father used to call “ My Mitcham offended his sovereign by tainting the breath Hospital,” “My Close Prison,” « My Dungeon of young England with tobacco fumes, has left of Mitcham.” traditional impressions on this village mind, Why should he give such titles to so beauti. while the seraphic and devout Doctor has no ful a retreat ? Those who have read the letters name or memory in the place where some of of that husband and father will not fail todivine his greatest trials were suffered, and where

He must have suffered much during many of his immortal thoughts were conceived the years 1607-9. His correspondence with and cherished!” He might have been speaking Sir H. Goodyere, and others, contains many from the pulpit as I passed out of the church, passages that touch one painfully. with such living impressiveness did a passage “This letter," says he, "hath more merit from one of his sermons occur to me:-

than one of more diligence, for I wrote it in “The ashes of an oak in the chimney,” said my bed and with much pain. I have occasion he, "are no epitaph of that oak, to tell me how to sit late some nights in my study (which high or how large that was. It tells me not your books make a pretty library), and now I what flocks it sheltered while it stood, nor what find that that room hath a wholesome emblemen it hurt when it fell. The dust of great matic use; for having under it a vault, I make persons' graves is speechless, too; it says that promise me that I shall die reading, since nothing; it distinguishes nothing. As soon my book and a grave are so near." the dust of a wretch whom thou wouldst not, And again, “ I receive, this 14th, your letter as of a prince whom thou couldst not, look of the 10th, yet I am not come to an underupon, will trouble thine eyes if the wind blow standing how these carriers keep days; for ! it thither. And when a whirlwind hath blown would fain think that the letters which I sent the dust of the churchyard unto the church, upon Thursday last might have given you such and the man sweeps out the dust of the church an account of the state of my family, that you unto the churchyard, who will undertake to needed not have asked by this. But, sir, it sift those dusts again, and to pronounce—this hath pleased God to add this much to my afliois the patrician, this is the noble flour; and tion, that my wife hath now confessed herself this the yeomanry, this the plebeian bran p” to be extremely sick; she hath held ont thus

The next thing was to walk towards Whit. long to assist me, but is now overturned ; and ford Lane, to see, not the house of Raleigh, here we be in two beds or graves; so that God but the old brick wall which surrounds the spot hath marked out a great many of us, but taken where it stood. It was, indeed, a venerable none yet. I have passed ten days without wall, with its heavy embattlements of ivy, and taking anything, so that I think no man can here and there its beautiful pendulous adorn. live more thriftily."

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