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Night is the time for death;
When all around is peace,
Calmly to yield the weary breath,
From sin and suffering cease;
Think of heaven's bliss and give the sign
To parting friends-such death be mine!

Montgomery.

DEATH OF AN INFANT.1
Death found strange beauty on that infant brow,
And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose
On cheek and lip. He touched the veins with ice,
And the rose faded. Forth from those blue eyes
There spake a wishful tenderness, a doubt
Whether to grieve or sleep, which innocence
Alone may wear.

With ruthless haste he bound
The silken fringes of those curtaining lids
For ever.

There had been a murmuring sound
With which the babe would claim its mother's ear,
Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set
His seal of silence. But there beamed a smile
So fixed, so holy, from that cherub brow,
Death gazed and left it there ;-he dared not steal
The signet ring of heaven.

Mrs. Sigourney.

EARLY RISING AND PRAYER. 2
When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave

To do the like; our bodies but forerun
The spirits' duty: true hearts spread and heave

Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun;
Give him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep
Him

company all day, and in him sleep.

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This subject has not often been more gracefully and tenderly handled than in the above lines. The picture here presented matches with that by the same elegant hanıl, in p. 87.

2 The author of these striking lines was a Welsh private gentleman, who lived in the 17th century. It is not often that more meaning is condensed into a few words.

Yet never sleep the sun up;l prayer should

Dawn with the day: there are set awful hours
'Twixt heaven and us; the manna was not good

After sun-rising; far day sullies flowers :
Rise to prevent the sun: sleep doth sins glut,
And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

Walk with thy fellow-creatures :4 note the hush

And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring
Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush

And oak doth know I Am. Čanst thou not sing?
Oh leave thy cares and follies! go this way,
And thou art sure to prosper all the day.

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Serve God before the world ; let him not go

Until thou hast a blessing; then resign
The whole unto him, and remember who

Prevailed? by wrestling ere the sun did shine;
Pour oil upon the stones, weep for thy sir
Then journey on, and have an eye to heaven.

Mornings are mysteries: the first world's youth,

Man's resurrection, and the future's bud,
Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth,

Is styled their star; the store and hidden food :
Three blessings wait upon them; one of which
Should move: they make us holy, happy, rich.

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The sun up-i. e. when the sun is up.

Prevent- from the Latin præ, before, and venire, to come or go-to go before. This is the primitive signification of the word, and was common in the 17th century and earlier, as is evident from the Liturgy ;-"Prevent us, O Lord, by thy continual grace."

3 Heaven's gate, &c.—It is difficult to conceive of a more beautiful mode of suggesting the charms and benefits of early rising. Many a long poem on the subject is less eloquent than this one line.

4 Fellow creatures-i.e. the trees, flowers, birds, &c., created by the same hand. 5 I Am See Exodus iii, 14.

Go this wayi. e. do as they do-praise God early in the morning.
Who prevailed, fc.-See Genesis xxxii, 26.

Heaven--rhymes here, by a most extraordinary licence, with sin. Perhaps the pronunciation of “heaven” was different from ours, in Vaughan's time.

Shroud in, fc.--are wrapt in, or symbolized by; as when we speak of the morning of the world, of the resurrection, &c.

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When the world's up,

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swain abroad, Keep well thy temper, mix not with each clay; Dispatch necessities ; life hath a load

Which must be carried on, and safely may : Yet keep those cares without thee; let the heart Be God's alone, and choose the better part.

Vaughan.

CHANGES.
The lopped tree in time may grow again,

The naked plants renew both leaf and flower;
The sorriest wight may find release of pain,

The driest soil suck in some moistening shower.
Times go by turns, and changes come by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.
Not always fall of leaf, nor always spring,

Not endless night, yet not eternal day:
The saddest birds a season find to sing,

The roughest storm a calm may soon allay.
Thus, with succeeding turns, God tempereth all,
That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.
A chance may win that? by mischance was lost,

The net that holds no great, takes little fish;
In some things all, in all things none are crost;

Few all they need, but none have all they wish!
Unmingled joys here to no man befal:
Who least, hath some, who most, hath never all.

Southwell.

THE IDEA OF A STATE.

IN IMITATION OF ALCÆUS. WHAT constitutes a State ?

Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound, Thick wall, or moated gate;

Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports,

Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride;

"The pithiness of these lines countenances Pope's assertion that poetry is emphatically the language of brevity. They are of the same date as the last.

2 That-that which.

Not starred and spangled courts,

Where low-bred baseness wafts perfume to pride;
No—men, high-minded men,

With powers as far above dull brutes endued,
In forest, brake, or den,

As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude:
Men, who their duties know,

But know their rights; and, knowing, dare maintain;
Prevent the long-aimed blow,

And crush the tyrant, while they rend the chain.
These constitute a State;

And sovereign Law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,

Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Smit by her sacred frown,

The fiend Dissension like a vapour sinks ;
And e'en the all-dazzling Crown
Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks.

Sir Wm. Jones.

THE NEW MOON."
WHEN, as the garish day is done,
Heaven burns with the descended sun,

'Tis passing sweet to mark
Amid that flush of crimson light,
The new moon's modest bow grow bright,

As earth and sky grow dark.
Few are the hearts too cold to feel
A thrill of gladness o'er them steal,

When first the wandering eye
Sees faintly, in the evening blaze,
That glimmering curve of tender rays

Just planted in the sky.
The sight of that young crescent brings
Thoughts of all fair and youthful things—

The hopes of early years;
And childhood's purity and grace,
And joys that like a rainbow chase

The passing shower of tears.

| The quiet beauty of these lines well befits their subject, and reminds us of the similar tone of Campbell's “Rainbow," and Montgomery's “ Daisy."

The captive yields him to the dream
Of freedom, when that virgin beam

Comes out upon the air;
And painfully the sick man tries
To fix his dim and burning eyes

On the soft promise there.
And there do thoughtful men behold
A type of errors, loved of old,

Forsaken and forgiven;
And thoughts and wishes not of earth,
Just opening in their early birth,

Like that new light in heaven.

Bryant.

EPISTLE TO JOSEPH HILL, ESQ.2
DEAR Joseph-five and twenty years ago
Alas, how time escapes !—'tis even so—
With frequent intercourse, and always sweet,
And always friendly, we were wont to cheat
A tedious hour—and now we never meet !
As some grave gentleman in Terence says,
('Twas therefore much the same in ancient days)
Good lack, we know not what to-morrow bring3—-
Strange fluctuation of all human things!
True. Changes will befal, and friends may part,
But distance only cannot change the heart;
And, were I called to prove the assertion true,
One proof should serve—a reference to you.

Whence comes it then, that, in the wane of life,
Though nothing have occurred to kindle strife,
We find the friends we fancied we had won,
Though numerous once, reduced to few or none ?
Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch ?
No; gold they seemed, but they were never such.

Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe,
Swinging the parlour-door upon its hinge,
Dreading a negative, and overawed
Lest he should trespass, begged to go abroad.

"A type, &c.--The new moon is a type of purification, and restoration."

2 " The epistle to Hill is quite Horatian.”—Quarterly Review. Horace's epistles are characterised by freedom and ease of style, liveliness of tone, and apt delineation of character.

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