secure and more than mortal height, that liberates and exempts me from them all. It turns submitted to my view-turns round with all its generations; I behold the tumult, and am still. The sound of war has lost its terrors ere it reaches me; grieves, but alarms me not. I mourn the pride and avarice, that make man a wolf to man; hear the faint echo of those brazen throats, by which he speaks the language of his heart, and sigh but never tremble at the sound. He travels and expatiates, as the bee from flower to flower, so he from land to land; the manners, customs, policy of all, pay contribution to the store he gleans; he sucks intelligence in every clime, and spreads the honey of his deep research at his returna rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck-ascend his topmast-through his peering eyes discover countries-with a kindred heart suffer his woes, and share in his escapes; while Fancy, like the finger of a clock, runs the great circuit, and is still at home. 13. THE HAPPY MAN.-Cowper. He is the Happy Man, whose life e'en now shows somewhat of that happier life to come; who, doom'd to an obscure but tranquil state, is pleased with it, and, were he free to choose, would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fruit of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith, prepare for happiness,-bespeak him one content indeed to sojourn while he must below the skies, but having there his home. The world o'erlooks him in her busy search of objects, more illustrious in her view; and, occupied as earnestly as she, though more sublimely, he o'erlooks the world. She scorns his pleasures, for she knows them not; he seeks not hers, for he has proved them vain. He cannot skim the ground, like summer birds pursuing gilded flies;-and such he deems her honours, her emoluments, her joys. Therefore, in Contemplation is his bliss, whose power is such, that whom she lifts from earth she makes familiar with a world unseen, and shows him glories yet to be reveal'd. 14.-ON CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.-Cowper. I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight Not so, when held within their proper bounds, As God was free to form them at the first, To love it too. Is soon dishonoured and defiled, in most, Than Cruelty-most devilish of them all! And righteous limitation of its act, By which Heaven moves, in pardoning guilty man; Shall seek it and not find it in his turn. 15.-A STORM AT SEA.-Carrington. The evening winds shrieked wildly: the dark cloud Rested upon the horizon's hem, and grew Mightier, and mightier, flinging its black arch Around the troubled offing; till it grasped, Within its terrible embrace, the all That eye could see of Ocean. There arose, One-far off One hapless ship was seen upon the deep, And there she sat, A lonely thing amid the gathering strife, And it came, As night abruptly closed. Nor moon nor star So terrible, that all the rush and roar Of waves were but as the meek lapse of rills, The lightnings glared more fiercely, burning round And raised its veil of horror, but to show Its wild and tortured face. And then, the winds Held oft a momentary pause, As spent with their own fury; but they came They heard, Who rode the midnight mountain-wave! The voice 16.-TRUE HAPPINESS.-Pollock. True Happiness hath no localities, 17.-FRIENDS.-Pollock. Some I remember, and will ne'er forget; friends in my mirth, friends in my misery too, friends given by God in mercy and in love; my counsellors, my comforters, and guides, my joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; companions of my young desires; in doubt my oracles, my wings in high pursuit. O, I remember, and will ne'er forget, our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours, our burning words that utter'd all the soul, our faces beaming with unearthly love; sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope exulting, heart embracing, heart entire ! As birds of social feather helping each his fellow's flight, we soar'd into the skies, and cast the clouds beneath our feet,—and earth, with all her tardy leaden-footed cares; and talk'd the speech, and ate the food of heaven! These I remember, these selectest men, and would their names record; but what avails my mention of their names? Before the Throne they stand illustrious 'mong the loudest harps, and will receive thee glad, my friend and theirs ;-for all are friends in Heaven, all faithful friends; and many friendships in the days of Time begun, are lasting there, and growing still; so grows ours evermore, both theirs and mine. 18.-JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER.-Willis. His She stood before her father's gorgeous tent, to listen for his coming.... The wind bore-on the leaden tramp of thousands. Clarion-notes rang sharply on the ear at intervals; and the low mingled din of mighty hosts returning from the battle, poured from far-like the deep murmur of a restless sea. Jephthah led his warriors on through Mizpeh's streets. helm was proudly set; and his stern lip curled slightly, as if praise were for the hero's scorn. His step was firm, but free as India's leopard; and his mail, whose shekels none in Israel might bear, was lighter than a tassel on his frame. His crest was Judah's kingliest, and the look of his dark lofty eye might quell a lion. He led on; but thoughts seemed gathering round which troubled him. The veins upon his forehead were distinctly seen; and his proud lip was painfully compressed. He trod less firmly; and his restless eye glanced forward frequently, as if some ill he dared no meet were there. His home was near; and men were thronging, with that strange delight they have in human passions, to observe the struggle of his feelings with his pride. He gazed intensely forward! -A moment more, and he had reached his home; when lo! there sprang one with a bounding footstep, and a brow like light, to meet him. Oh! how beautiful! her dark eye flashing like a sun-lit gem; and her luxuriant hair-'twas like the sweep of a swift wing in visions! He stood |