Che Disenthralled.

HE had bowed down to drunkenness,

An abject worshipper:

The pride of manhood's pulse had grown

Too faint and cold to stir : And he had given his spirit up To the unblessed thrall, And bowing to the poison cup,

He gloried in his fall!

There came a change-the cloud rolled off,

And light fell on his brain-
And like the passing of a dream
That cometh not again,
The shadow of the spirit fled.
He saw the gulf before,
He shuddered at the waste behind,
And was a man once more.

He shook the serpent folds away,
That gathered round his heart,
As shakes the swaying forest-oak
Its poison vine apart;

He stood erect-returning pride
Grew terrible within,

And conscience sat in judgment, on

His most familiar sin.

The light of Intellect again
Along his pathway shone-

And Reason, like a monarch sat
Upon his olden throne.

44 TO JOSEPH STURGE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER.

The honoured and the wise once more

Within his presence came,―
And lingered oft on lovely lips,
His once forbidden name.

There may be glory in the might,
That treadeth nations down,-
Wreaths for the crimson conquerer,
Pride for the kingly crown:
But nobler is that triumph hour,

The disenthralled shall find,
When evil passion boweth down,

Unto the Godlike mind!

J. G. W.

Co Joseph Sturge on the death of his sister.

THINE is a grief, the depth of which, another,
May never know,

Yet o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!
To thee I go.

I lean my heart unto thee-sadly folding
Thy hand in mine,

With even the weakness of my soul upholding
The strength of thine.

I never knew, like thee, the dear departed;
I stood not by

When in calm trust, the pure and tranquil hearted
Lay down to die.

To JOSEPH STURGE ON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER. 45

And on thy ear my words of weak condoling,
Must vainly fall;

The funeral bell which in thy heart is tolling
Sounds over all!

I will not mock thee with the poor world's common
And heartless phrase,

memory of a sainted woman With idle praise.

With silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come,

Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb!

Yet would I say what thy own heart approveth:
Our Father's will,

Calling to Him, the dear one, whom He loveth,
Is mercy still.

Not upon

thee or thine the solemn angel

Hath evil wrought,

Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel

The good die not!

God calls our loved ones; but we lose not wholly
What he hath given :

They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly
As in his Heaven.

And she is with thee. In thy path of trial
She walketh yet:

Still with the baptism of thy self-denial,

Her locks are wet.

Up, then, my brother! Lo the fields of harvest
Lie white in view!

She lives and loves thee, and the God thou servest,
To both is true.

Thrust in thy sickle! England's toil-worn peasants,
Thy call abide:

And she thou mourn'st, a pure and holy presence,
Shall glean beside!

J. G. W.

Crue Rest.

SWEET is the pleasure itself cannot spoil.
Is not true leisure one with true toil?

Thou that would'st taste it, still do thy best,-
Abuse it not, waste it not, else 'tis no rest.
Would'st behold beauty, near thee, around?
Only hath duty such a sight found!
Rest is not quitting the busy career—
Rest is the filling of self to its sphere.

"Tis the brook's motion, clear, without strife,

Fleeing to ocean, after its life.

Deeper devotion nowhere hath knelt,

Fuller emotion heart never felt,

'Tis loving and serving the highest and best

"Tis onward-unswerving-and this is True Rest.

CHRISTIAN REGISTER.

Che Bald Eagle.

THIS distinguished bird, as he is the most beautiful of his tribe, in this part of the world, and the adopted emblem of our country, is entitled to particular notice. He has been long known to naturalists, being common to both continents; and occasionally met with from a very high northern latitude, to the borders of the torrid zone, but chiefly in the vicinity of the sea, and along the shores and cliffs of our lakes and large rivers.

Formed by nature for braving the severest cold; feeding equally on the produce of the sea, and of the land; possessing powers of flight,-capable of outstripping even the tempests themselves; unawed by anything but man, and, from the ethereal heights to which he soars, looking abroad at one glance, on an immeasurable expanse of forests, fields, lakes and ocean, deep below him; he appears indifferent to the little localities of change of seasons; as in a few minutes he can pass from summer to winter, from the lower to the higher regions of the atmosphere, the abode of eternal cold, and thence descend at will to the torrid or the arctic regions of the earth. He is therefore found at all seasons in the countries he inhabits; but prefers such places as have been mentioned above, from the great partiality he has for fish.

In procuring these he displays, in a very singular manner, the genius and energy of his character, which is fierce, contemplative, daring, and tyrannical; attributes not exerted but on particular occasions; but when put forth, overpowering all opposition. Elevated on a high dead limb of some gigantic tree, that commands a wide view of the neighbouring shore and ocean, he seems calmly to contemplate the motions of the various feathered tribes that pursue their busy avocations below; the snow white gulls slowly winnowing the air; the busy