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There's music in the deep:

It is not in the surf's rough roar,
Nor in the whispering, shelly shore-
They are but earthly sounds, that tell
How little of the sea-nymph's shell,
That sends its loud, clear note abroad,
Or winds its softness through the flood,
Echoes through groves with coral gay,
And dies, on spongy banks, away.
There's music in the deep.

There's quiet in the deep:--
Above, let tides and tempests rave,

And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave;
Above, let care and fear contend
With sin and sorrow to the end:
Here, far beneath the tainted foam,
That frets above our peaceful home.
We dream in joy, and wake in love,
Nor know the rage that yells above.
There's quiet in the deep.

ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHFR.

The breath of air, that stirs the harp's soft string,
Floats on to join the whirlwind and the storm;
The drops of dew, exhaled from flowers of spring,
Rise, and assume the tempest's threatening form;
The first mild beam of morning's glorious sun,

Ere night, is sporting in the lightning's flash;
And the smooth stream, that flows in quiet on,
Moves but to aid the overwhelming dash
That wave and wind can muster, when the might
Of earth, and air, and sea, and sky unite.

So science whispered in thy charmed ear,
And radiant learning beckoned thee away.
The breeze was music to thee, and the clear

Beam of thy morning promised a bright day.

And they have wrecked thee!-But there is a shore

Where storms are hushed, where tempests never rage,

Where angry skies and blackening seas no more

With gusty strength their roaring warfare wage.

By thee its peaceful margent shall be trod-
Thy home is heaven, and thy Friend is God.

• Professor Fisher was the Professor of Mathematics in Yale College, elected in 1817. Anxious to enlarge his knowledge in his favorite science, to which he had devoted his life, he set sail for Europe in the packet ship Albion, which was lost in a terrific storm off the coast of Ireland, April 22d, 1822, and but very few of the passengers or crew were saved. Among the lost, was the promising and gifte i subject of these lines.

FRAGMENT.1

Solemn he paced upon that schooner's deck,
And muttered of his hardships: "I have been
Where the wild will of Mississippi's tide
Has dashed me on the sawyer; I have sailed
In the thick night, along the wave-washed edge
Of ice, in acres, by the pitiless coast

Of Labrador; and I have scraped my keel
O'er coral rocks in Madagascar seas;

And often, in my cold and midnight watch,
Have heard the warning voice of the lee shore
Speaking in breakers! Ay, and I have seen
The whale and sword-fish fight beneath my bows;
And, when they made the deep boil like a pot,
Have swung into its vortex; and I know
To cord my vessel with a sailor's skill,
And brave such dangers with a sailor's heart;-
But never yet, upon the stormy wave,
Or where the river mixes with the main,
Or in the chafing anchorage of the bay,
In all my rough experience of harm,
Met I-a Methodist meeting-house!

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Cat-head, or beam, or davit has it none,

Starboard nor larboard, gunwale, stem nor stern!

It comes in such a “questionable shape,'

I cannot even speak it! Up jib, Josey,

And make for Bridgeport! There, where Stratford Point,
Long Beach, Fairweather Island, and the buoy
Are safe from such encounters, we'll protest!
And Yankee legends long shall tell the tale,
That once a Charleston schooner was beset,
Riding at anchor, by a meeting-house!

THE DEPARTURE OF LEATHER STOCKING."

Far away from the hill-side, the lake, and the hamlet,
The rock, and the brook, and yon meadow so gay;
From the footpath that winds by the side of the streamlet,
From his hut, and the grave of his friend far away;

This "Fragment" is founded on an event which occurred a few years before the author's death, at New London. During a heavy rain storm, a schooner that was at anchor in the river was run foul of in the night by a Methodist meeting-house, which had been carried away by the freshet and floated down stream.

"The following lines were called forth by Cooper's novel of "The Pioneers,"

He has gone where the footsteps of man never ventured,
Where the glooms of the wild tangled forest are centred,
Where no beam of the sun or the sweet moon has entered,
Nor bloodhound has roused up the deer with his bay.
Light be the heart of the poor, lonely wanderer,
Firm be his step through each wearisome mile;
Far from the cruel man, far from the plunderer,
Far from the track of the mean and the vile!
And when the resistless destroyer assails him,
And all but the last throb of memory fails him,
He'll think of the friend, far away, that bewails him,
And light up the cold touch of death with a smile.

And there shall the dew shed its sweetness and lustre ;
There, for his pall, shall the oak leaves be spread ;
The sweetbrier shall bloom, and the wild grapes shall cluster,
And o'er him the leaves of the ivy be shed.

There shall they mix with the fern and the heather,
There shall the young eagle shed its first feather,
The wolves with his wild dogs shall lie there together,
And mourn o'er the spot where the hunter is laid.

JOHN M. MASON, 1770–1829.

JOHN MITCHEL MASON, the son of Rev. John Mason, who came to this country from Scotland in 1761, was born in the city of New York -on the 19th of March, 1770. At the age of seventeen, he was received into his father's church, and soon after entered Columbia College, in advanced standing, and took his first degree in 1759, with high reputation as a scholar. After leaving college, he commenced the study of theology with his father, and continued the same with him nearly two years. It was then thought best that he should complete his studies in Edinburgh, whither he accordingly went early in 1791, and returned the latter part of the next year, his father having died during his absence. He had been at home but a few months when he was called to his late father's post, the Associate Reformed Presbyterian Church in Cedar Street, and was ordained March, 1793. So much admired

in which his well-known character of Leather Stocking is for the first time introduced. At the close of the story, the scene of which is laid in the interior of New York, Leather Stocking shoulders his rifle, and announces his purpose of departing to the remote and unknown solitudes of the west. These verses are addressed to him.

was he for his eloquence, that in four years after his settlement (to use his own language) "it became necessary to swarm;" and in two years the new church, of which he continued the pastor, quite equalled in numbers the old. Every year added to the high estimation in which he was held by scholars, as well as by the Christian Church; and when the Associate Reformed Synod took measures to establish a Theological Seminary, he was unanimously elected Professor. In the same year (1804), he received the degree of Doctor of Divinity from the University of Pennsylvania.

The summer of 1804 was marked by a calamity which melted the nation into tears-the murder of Alexander Hamilton by Aaron Burr. Dr. Mason had always been on the most intimate terms with Hamilton, esteeming him the greatest man of our country; and from the time he received the fatal wound till the next day, when he died, he was often at his bedside, administering to him those consolations which only Christianity can impart. Soon after, he preached a sermon upon the death of Hamilton-one of the most eloquent discourses ever delivered by man, and which elicited the warmest praise on both sides of the Atlantic.' His deep feelings of grief for the loss of Hamilton and admiration of his character are expressed in many of his letters at this time. The following to a correspondent in Scotland, dated August 11, 1804, expresses his grief at

HAMILTON'S DEATH.

News I have none but what the papers will have announced before this reaches you; melancholy, most melancholy news for America; the premature death of her greatest man, MajorGeneral Hamilton. I say nothing too strong when I assure you that, all things considered, the loss of Washington was light in comparison with this. His most stupendous talents, which set him above rivalship, and his integrity, with which intrigue had not the hardihood to tamper, held him up as the nation's hope, and as the terror of the unprincipled; but it marked him out, at the same time, as a victim to the disappointed and profligate ambition of Vice-President Burr. By the most insidious and cruel artifice he was entrapped, against his judgment, his conscience, and his efforts, in a duel with

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Among others, Judge Jay and Judge Marshall wrote to him letters of thanks for it.

that desperate man, and mortally wounded. The catastrophe happened on the morning of the 11th, and he expired at two o'clock on the 12th ult. The shock and agony of the public mind has never been equalled. Burr went out, determined to kill him; for he had been long qualifying himself to become a "dead shot." Ingenuous Hamilton went out to be murdered, being as ignorant of the pistol as myself, and had resolved not to take the life of his antagonist, even if it were in his power. The cry of lamentation and indignation assails Burr from every point of the compass, nor can he turn his eye anywhere without reading his own infamy in the honors heaped upon the illus

trious dead.

In 1807, was commenced the publication of "The Christian's Magazine," a monthly periodical, of which Dr. Mason was the editor, and most of which he wrote. In this appeared, in successive numbers, his controversial papers upon the Episcopal form of church government, in reply to Bishop Hobart. In 1811, he was elected Provost of Columbia College, which post he held till 1816, when, feeling that his powers had been overtaxed, and that he was sinking under the weight of his numerous duties, he resigned his office, and took a voyage to Europe to recruit his exhausted powers. He returned after two years, improved indeed in health, but not completely restored. The resumption of his many duties proved too much for his bodily strength, and the next year he had an attack of partial paralysis. From this, however, he partially recovered, and in 1821 he accepted the invitation of the Trustees of Dickinson College to become its President. He had discharged the duties of this high office with the greatest advantage to the institution for two years, when a fall from his horse quite disabled him, and he resigned and returned to New York the same year, where he died on the 26th of December, 1829, in the sixtieth year of his age.

Dr. Mason was a remarkable man-remarkable for his majestic personal appearance as well as for his intellectual powers, his learning, and his eloquence. He was in stature about six feet, with a high forehead, deep blue eyes, and a face remarkably expressive of thought, feeling, firmness, and courage. As a pulpit orator it has been remarked of him by a learned contemporary that "upon the whole, for a combination of clearness, power, majesty, bold conceptions, profound thought, sublime and tender emotions, evangelical richness and unetion, natural and impressive utterance, adaptation of style and manner to varying subjects and assemblies, Dr. Mason would probably not

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