not fail to recognise the same distinguishing traits in all the speeches of his later years. Have watch'd the mingling of those hundred dyes. Nor by what nerveless, thin, and trembling hands, We must not conclude even these lengthened re- Those robes were wrought to luxury's commands: marks without noticing his religious habits. His at- But the day cometh when the tired shall rest, tachment to the Established Church was deep and And placid slumber sooth the orphan's breastinviolable; but never was a Churchman less tainted When childhood's laugh shall echo through the room with the least approach to bigotry. His feelings And sunshine tasted, cheer the long day's gloom; were truly liberal. We recollect on one occasion When the free limbs shall bear them glad along, that he received the Sacrament in a Dissenting And their young lips break forth in sudden song. chapel: a gentleman had expressed some doubt of When the long toil which weigh'd their hearts a the circumstance, and Mr. Wilberforce was asked o'er, if the report was true. Yes, my dear,' he answer- And English slavery shall vex no more! In person Mr. Wilberforce was not calculated to excite attention; but, when his countenance was animated by conversation, the expression of the features was very striking. An admirable likeness of him, though inferior as a work of art, was lately painted for Sir Robert Inglis, by an artist of the name of Richmond. It appeared in the late Exhibition. His remains are interred close to those of Pitt and Canning. It was not less honourable to the age than to his memory, to witness men of every rank, and every party, joining together to pay the last tribute of homage to a man whose title to public gratitude was exclusively founded upon his private worth and disinterested services to mankind. "Oh! may I die the death of the righteous, and may my last end be like his!" From the New Monthly Magazine. THE FACTORY. VOICE of humanity! whose stirring cry, Go, watch within, and learn-oh! fond to blame- The day is done-the weary sun hath set- trees What aching hearts, what dull and heavy eyes, C. E. N THE WATER-LILY.-BY MRS. HEMANS. The Water-Lilies, that are serene n the calm clear water, but no less serene amung te black and scowling waves. Lights and Shadows of Scottish Life OH! beautiful thou art, Thou sculpture-like and stately River-Queen! Bright Lily of the wave! Lifting alike thy head Of placid beauty, feminine yet free, What is like thee, fair flower, Oh! Love is most like thee, And Faith-oh! is not Faith Yes, link'd with such high thoughts. Something yet more divine SONNET. BY ROBERT CHAMBERS. LIKE precious caskets in the deep sea casten, On which the clustering shell-fish straitway fast Till closed they seem in chinkless panopar So do our hearts, into this world's moil thrown, Become with self's vile crust quick overgrown, Of which there scarce may any breaking be. So be not mine though compassed all around With worldlings' cares; still for the young parted, And more for the surviving broken-hearted, For all who sink beneath affliction's wound, Let me at least some grief or pity feel; Still may religion's mild and tender flare, Still may my country's and my kindred's nagy Have power to move! I would not all be steel mense bunches of lanky hair overhung his ears; and, altogether, his hair was that of a substantial Lowland grazier. sty ers ... in hog almost weaned an alderman, to seclude himself from all the world congregated at a civic feast, and have made him abhor the bare mention of The wife-for so the "my dears" that float- calapash and calapee: and, by my side, sate ed between them pointed her out to be-was an elegantly formed female, through whose externally the reverse of all this. She was close veil I could yet snatch traces of a beauty, shrivelled and scraggy, one of Pharoah's lean which downcast eyes and a mournful silence kine; with a treble-toned voice, which omened could not obscure. A richly furred cloak was her capability of scolding. Ever and anon, thrown across her shoulders, to protect her she made a silent appeal to her snuff-box, but, from the damps of evening, and from the cold, without this, her devotion to the "noxious which, after sunset, frequently becomes almost weed" of Sir Walter Raleigh might have been piercing in these elevated regions. It was shrewdly imagined, from a certain expression evident that her fate had been a melancholy Museum-Vol. XXIII. No. 138.-3 G |