poem caused a great sensation in the University, and was the occasion of his being brought prominently into notice. He appeared as a poet again in 1809, when he published "Europe." Having been educated for the Church, Heber obtained the living of Hodnet, where he devoted himself to the duties of his charge with great zeal and success; at the same time he married Amelia Shipley, daughter of the Dean of St Asaph. His leisure time was constantly engaged in literary work; and during this period he wrote many of those beautiful hymns which must ever be connected with his name. In 1823 he was appointed Bishop of Calcutta, and he entered on his work of supervision with great zeal and prudence. His whole mind seemed to have been occupied with how best to advance Christianity in the East. In one of his tours he was taken ill at Trichinopoly, and died very suddenly on 3d April 1826, universally lamented. FROM "PALESTINE." YET still destruction sweeps the lonely plain, And who is He? the vast, the awful form, Lo! cherub hands the golden courts prepare, Lo! thrones arise, and every saint is there; Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, The mountains worship, and the isles obey; Nor sun nor moon they need,-nor day, nor night?— God is their temple, and the Lamb their light: And shall not Israel's sons exulting come, Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? On David's throne shall David's offspring reign, And the dry bones be warm with life again. Hark! white-robed crowds their deep hosannas raise, And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise; Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song, Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong; "Worthy the Lamb! omnipotent to save, Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave!" THE COMING OF CHRIST. THE Lord shall come! the earth shall quake, And, withering from the vault of night, The Lord shall come! but not the same The Lord will come! a dreadful form, Can this be He who wont to stray Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! verses. Leigh Hunt. Born 1784. Died 1859. WAS born in Southgate, Middlesex, 19th October 1784. His father was a clergyman of the Church of England, who was enabled to give his son a good education. So early as his sixteenth year he wrote and published In 1805 he connected himself with a newspaper, and was so unfortunate as to be prosecuted for a libel on the Prince Regent. He was sentenced to two years' imprisonment, which was relieved somewhat by the kind attentions of his friends, among whom were Moore and Byron. He also adorned his room with busts and flowers, and in a small corner of the yard contrived to cultivate flowers and young fruit trees. On leaving prison he published the story of "Rimini" in verse, and also two volumes of miscellaneous poetry. In 1842 he published a drama, a "Legend of Florence." He was also a writer of biography and a novelist. Mr Hunt obtained in 1847 a pension of L.200 a-year from Government, which he enjoyed till his death in 1859. JAFFAR. JAFFAR, the Barmecide, the good Vizier, All but the brave Mondeer-he, proud to show "Bring me this man," the Caliph cried; the man From wants, from shames, from loveless household fears; Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this, He said, "Let worth grow frenzied if it will, And hold the giver as thou deemest fit." "Gifts!" cried the friend. He took, and holding it Bernard Barton. Born 1784. Died 1849. THE QUAKER POET was born near London, in 1784. He was employed for most part of his life as clerk in a banking-house in Woodbridge. Barton's first poems were published in 1811, and various other volumes followed, they are characterised by much simplicity and purity of style, but have never been very popular. In his later days he obtained a pension of L.100 a-year from government. He died at Woodbridge, in February 1849. POWER AND GENTLENESS. NOBLE the mountain-stream, Bursting in grandeur from its vantage-ground; Of brightness-thunder in its deafening sound! Mark, how its foamy spray, Tinged by the sunbeams with reflected dyes, Arching in majesty the vaulted skies; Thence, in a summer-shower, Steeping the rocks around-O! tell me where Be clothed in forms more beautifully fair? Yet lovelier, in my view, And livelier growth it gives-itself unseen! It flows through flowery meads, Gladdening the herds which on its margin browse; The alders that o'ershade it with their boughs. Gently it murmurs by The village churchyard: its low, plaintive tone, For worth and beauty modest as its own. More gaily now it sweeps By the small school-house in the sunshine bright; Like happy hearts by holiday made light. May not its course express, In characters which they who run may read, Were but its still small voice allowed to plead ? By Power, alone, with all its noise and strife, And human happiness be undisturbed: But Egypt would turn pale, Were her still Nile's o'erflowing bounty curbed! Allan Cunningham. { Born 1784. Died 1842. WAS born at Blackwood, near Dalswinton, in Dumfriesshire, 7th December 1784. His father was a gardener, and Allan had few advantages in the way of education. Allan was apprenticed to his uncle, a builder, but he ultimately abandoned this business, and became a clerk of works to Sir F. Chantrey, in London. In his leisure moments he wrote his Scottish songs, which were published from time to time, and which have made his name eminent among his countrymen. He is also well known as the editor of the "Collected Edition of Burns' Works," to which he prefixed a very interesting Life of Burns. His last work was a "Life of Sir David Wilkie." He died 29th October 1842. A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; |