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terially to our knowledge of our North American pos- carry on, secretly and unobservedly, his purposes of grace sessions. It contains full, and apparently accurate, no- in a tumultuous world. We have glanced over Mr Neale's tices of the state of society, the mercantile, agricultural, book with much satisfaction. He is a sincere, devout, and manufacturing resources, and the legislative, religi | and impressive writer, and conscientiously determined to ous, and educational institutions of the province of Nova be active and useful in his arduous profession. Scotia. The author's reflections evince a mind well cultivated, and raised above the prejudices with which many of our countrymen mingle among foreigners. He knows

Perkin Warbeck; or, The Court of James the Fourth of likewise to make allowance for circumstances, and does Scotlund, An Historical Romance. By Alexander not, like some others, rail at a new country because it

Campbell. 3 vols. London. A. K. Newman and wants the compactness and finish of an old one. A map,

Co. 1830. and two or three clever sketches, are given as illustrations to the work.

The literature of Leadenhall Street has of late years fallen into sad disrepute ; yet may it boast, with no small

pride, of having once possessed a Mary Ann Radcliffe, a Le Musée Français. Recueil de 343 Planches d'apres les Charlotte Smith, and a Francis Lathom. But the “in

plus beaux Tableaux et les plus belles Statues qui er- | gens gloria Teucrorum” is past; and, to parody the words istaient au Louvre, avant 1815. Paris, Publié par A. of Moore, the occasional romance falling still-born from et W. Galignani. Londres, Publié par Joseph Ogle the press, is now the only proof that still it lives. We Robinson.

do not go the length of saying that our countryman Mr

Alexander Campbell is destined to revive its happier days, It is not yet a year since we announced the intended

but certainly his “ Perkin Warbeck," had it come from publication of this work, and the whole of the numbers

New Burlington instead of Leadenhall Street, would not are already upon our table. This is business-like, and as

have disgraced the aspiring publishers of that more classi. it should be. It is, moreover, a much more sensible fa

cal region. He has written a lively story, illustrative of shion of replacing to the French public the loss it sustain

Scottish life and manners some four centuries ago ; and ed by the dismantling of the Louvre, than indulging, like

if he has not a mind of a very comprehensive cast, or a the writers in their most popular periodicals, in declama

pencil capable of sketching the bolder outlines of charaction about the injustice of the robbery, when every body

ter, he is not without some quickness of perception, and a knows it was but a vindication on the part of the nations

reasonable supply of native humour. We have read many of their plundered rights-an action dictated alike by re

worse books than “ Perkin Warbeck," and could mention gard to the interests of art as of justice.

several writers of historical romances a good deal inferior The present work, being in truth merely a reprint of

to Alexander Campbell. the splendid one issued under Napoleon's auspices, with regard to the merits of which, artists and connoisseurs have long made up their minds, it would be coming be- The Christian Review and Clerical Magazine. No. XIV. hiud the fair to enter into a lengthened critique. It is in

London. L. B. Seeley and Son; and R. B. Seeley a high degree worthy of praise and patronage. Viewing it,

and Burnside. April 1830. however, as a test of the present state of engraving an The Dying Franciscan. A Tale founded on facts. LonFrance, we would say that while we recognise in the ac

don. R. B. Seeley and Burnside. 1830. 12mo. curacy and general neatness of the mechanical details, and

Pp. 91. the average feeling of the beauties of art indicated in the plates, the same respectable powers which the diffusion of SINFUL men that we are! we confess we had not read education has spread throughout Europe, and occasionally the Christian Review till we received the fourteenth a burst of something more genial, we have to lament the

| Number. Judging from the specimen before us, we are absence of decided expression, and not unfrequently the now able to say that it appears to be a work of talent presence of a mistiness in the general effect--the conse and respectability. The writers may, perhaps, be consiquence, it may be, occasionally, of the plate having been dered by some as a little too zealous and fervent in the too long used, but undeniably at times of a weak, unde- doctrines they maintain ; but this is a fault which leans cided, scratchy style of handling the graveur. The sta- to virtue's side.—“ The Dying Franciscan” is an intetues are the least satisfactory part of the work. The en- | resting and well-told tale of a religious character, extracted graving is fine, but the drawing uniformly bad. We will from the present Number of the Christian Review, and be bound to produce from the Trustees' Academy here six published separately in a neat shape. of the pupils who could do them decidedly better. The landscapes are in general most successful and many of them are delightful. On the whole, the work affords as MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. good a succedaneum for those who have it not in their power to see the originals, as any of the kind we have



PONDENT AT HAERLEM. Sermons on the Dangers and Duties of a Christian. To which are added, Remarks on the Prospects and Present

Edinburgh, May 25, 1830. State of Parties in the Church of England. By the

My Dear CORRESPONDENT,_From the enclosed letter,

—which you will see is dated Aberdeen, and which I should Rev. Erskine Neale, B.A. London. Hurst, Chance, and Co. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 283.

have forwarded to you from that place, had a proper op

portunity occurred, you will learn what I have been If we review all the books of sermons which are pub- doing, in the way of business, since I came to Scotland. lished in Scotland—and we make it a rule to do so we You will receive my packet by Captain Smith, who sails are afraid we must leave the great majority of those which from Leith this afternoon, and as I have an idle half-hour come out in the sister kingdom to shift for themselves. upon my hands before the porter calls, I think I cannot We are, nevertheless, always glad to see or hear of any employ it better than in giving you some account of the new and respectable volume of sermons ; for, as in the | General Assembly of the Kirk, which always creates a Jewish Temple there was " no sound of hammer, axe, or temporary bustle in Edinburgh at this season of the year. of any tool of iron heard in the house while it was in Froin the intimate connexion which formerly subsisted building,” so does God, in the same mysterious silence, between our own dative country and the treabyterian Church of Scotland, you may suppose that I willingly is in London, preaching before the Marquis of Lansdowne availed myself of the present opportunity of witnessing and Sir Robert Peel, and cramming his poor laws down the proceedings of our western neighbours in their su- the capacious throats of our worthy senators—and wbo preme ecclesiastical judicatory.

is there left, with tbe exception of Lord Moncreiff, wbo By a lucky accident, I had taken my passage from can either think, speak, or act, in a business-like man. Aberdeen in a steam-boat, where I had for my fellow

ner?" passengers a whole northern synod, bound for the metro-| “Ay, but his lordship is in himself a host," observed polis. You will probably suppose that I felt somewhat the old gentleman whom I have already mentionedawkward among so many grave divines, but the truth is,

“ Lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread, I was the only grave man of the party myself. My companions evidently considered themselves as men whose

Ajax, in all the toils of battle bred ?" business it was to enjoy, to the utmost limits which dis. Besides, lads, notoriously moderate as our whole synod is cretion would permit, their short relaxation from the cares known to be, it must be admitted, between ourselves, that of their pastoral charge. An excellent breakfast soon fur. among the High there are as talented men as in our own nished a happy occasion for the exercise of their social party. Even in the present Assembly they have Dr Gortalents; and though I had often heard the Aberdonians don,-a man who, with a little attention to the forms of praised for the keenness of their wit, I now discovered, business, and with less diffidence in his own powers of for the first time, that they were, or at least deserved to commanding the attention of church courts, might add a be, equally famous for the keenness of their appetite. | fresh wreath to the laurels which bis pulpit eloquence But though breakfast certainly did last an unconscion- | has already secured to him. I never heard him speak in able time, it could not last for ever; and the conversation, a church court but once, in the Edinburgh Presbytery, as soon as it ceased to be a reciprocal demand for eggs, rolls, on the Catholic question; and I have seldom heard, in tea, toast, butter, ham, and salmon, naturally turned upon the Assembly or elsewhere, an abler or more interesting the ensuing General Assembly, and such subjects as would speech." probably come before it for discussion. The characters From the general conversation which ensued, I learnof the Moderator, the principal speakers, and probable ed that Dr Cook was to lead the Moderate party-that leaders, then came under review; and I now discovered, Mr Thomson of Dundee was to order the battle on the from the strong leaning which they showed toward cer- | | opposite side—that, as the usual place of meeting was untain principles, and the partiality which they manifested dergoing repairs, the Assembly would meet in the Tron for certain individuals, that my friends were moderate Church—that, with the exception of some cases of heresy, a discovery which affected me with no small astonish there was to be no business of importance before the rement; but I trust they have better claims to so honour- nerable House-that, accordingly, the Assembly would able an epithet in ecclesiastical legislation, than in the en be a dull one-that two young lads, nephews of profe. joyment of creature comforts. On the subject of leaders, sors, were to preach before the Commissioner, (upon the following conversation took place.

which my pot-bellied friend made some joke, which I did " Will the Moderates, think ye, be satisfied with Dr not very well understand, about the “ popish system of Cook for their leader this year ?" asked a smart young nepotism,”)—that Lord Forbes was an excellent man, and, man, with rosy cheeks, and a well-brushed coat, who what appeared to be contemplated by my fellow-voyagers evidently felt the importance which he was about to as with unmingled satisfaction, that this year there was a sume, in sitting, for the first time, as a legislator of the chance of enjoying his admirable dinners with some de church.

gree of comfort, since there would be no late debates “ I fear we must,” replied his aged neighbour, sbrug On Thursday, I arrived in Edinburgh in time to see ging his shoulders, as if but half-pleased with the arrange the Commissioner walk to church. The High Street, ment.

through which he passed, was lined with cavalry-the “ For my own part," observed a third, with a smile, crowd of people was considerable—the day fine-the “ I can see no great hardship in the case. Dr Cook is an Commissioner's suite gay, and altogether the spectacle impressive and a ready speaker; he is intimately acquaint was rather an imposing one. I did not visit the Asseined with the laws of the church, and with the forms of bly this day, as I had business to transact with our corchurch courts ; and really, in the absence of Dr Inglis, and respondent B- ; and, besides, I was told that the first since the delicate health of our own Dr Mearns pre week was entirely occupied with preliminary arrangevents him from assuming in the Assembly that attitude ments. On Tuesday, I paid my first visit to this rene. which his high talents and eminent learning would en rable court. Near the pulpit, a handsome throne had title him to take, I do not see that we could have a better been erected and railed in for the Lord Commissioner, leader."

who represents the King at the sittings of this ecclesiasHere my young friend muttered something about half tical judicatory. The Commissioner's box (as it is called) measures, indecision, pseudo-moderation, and hinted that was crowded with fashionable Jadies, and a few gentlePrincipal Macfarlan had a better title than Dr Cook to men in uniform, and a sprinkling of persons who go unthe confidence of the Moderate party.

der the general name of Dandies in this country- among I grant you," returned the former speaker, “ the the latter was pointed out to me the Editor of that LiPrincipal is clear-headed, sagacious, honest; but he wants terary Journal, the two first volumes of which our friend the tact to perceive, or the skill to avail himself of those | Van der Hooght has lately translated into Dutch. The little accidents which often give to a debate a character Commissioner himself was absent, owing to the death of materially different from wbat it originally possessed. a near relation. The area of the church was set apart Besides, his stiffness and pomposity, though they do not for the members of Assembly; the gallery was divided act much to his prejudice upon great occasions, disqualify into two parts, one for students of divinity and preachers, him for managing the minor details of business and ordi the other for strangers ;-of course I took my place in the nary debate."

latter. I was much amused with the contrast presented “Fortunately, the wild men are much worse off for lead- | between the church in possession and the church expectant. ers this year than we are,” remarked a pot-bellied little Among the ministers there was self-complacency, ease, gentleman, who had at length left off coquetting with the and upon the whole decorum ; in the appearance and bono of a broiled fish, which had occupied his attention conduct of the viri candidati, I could perceive curiosity, long after the rest of the company had ceased all offensive restlessness, a decided propensity to disputation and quar's operations.

relling, with a very general disposition to indulge in what " That is true," replied another. " Their great men is called practical jokes. I happened to be placed near the are off the field. Thomson is not a member-Chalmers partition between the two galleries, and had the good for.


I tune to have for my next neighbour, a comely, fresh old who carries my parcel to Leith. So no more at present

gentleman, with a smart periwig and copper-headed cane, from yours truly, who appeared to be taking no small interest in the pro

HANS BROECK. ceedings of his more fortunate brethren below. From

To Jaun STEINFORT, this polite old gentleman, who, I understand, is the father Quill Manufacturer, Haerlem.

of the “ church expectant,” I learned the name, party, I and character of the more eminent members of Assembly. Indeed, I required little information on these points,

A TALE OF THE SEA. thanks to my northern friends' catalogue raisonné of the great men of either party,,except the being able to iden

By Henry G. Bell. tify the principal speakers, and this my new cicerone en

Alone, alone, all, all alone, abled me to do.

Alone on a wide, wide sea !

And never a saint took pity on That gentleman in the gown and bands is the Mode

My soul in agony. Trator, Dr Singer, a good man and an orthodox. The old i fellow with the powdered head and wrinkled forehead, is I SAILED from the Thames in a merchant brig for Ja

Principal Macfarlan ; 'gad, sir, he's the man that ought to maica. I was the only passenger; and before I had been lead the Assembly. That fat good-looking gentleman is many days on board, it struck me that there was some

Dr Meiklejohn, a shrewd man and a pleasant. I have thing odd both about the captain and crew. They had I dined with him. That is the Solicitor-General, the young all very bad expressions of countenance; and when I I fellow with the silver chain and eye-glass-clever fellow happened to be upon deck, I frequently observed that 1 -I'm told he makes three thousand a-year. There is they collected in groups, and seemed to carry on in whis

Lord Moncreiff in the Moderator's box-he is an honour pers a mysterious kind of conversation, with which I to the Scottish bar and bench—his father was a minister, could not help thinking that I was myself in some way old Sir Harry, as worthy a man as ever lived. The ve- connected. The captain, in particular, was a dark-looknerable gentleman beside him is old Dr Lamont, who ing man, with a very ugly meaning in his large bright preached before the King. Ah! there is Dr Cook—'gad, eyes. He seldom spoke, except in monosyllables, and

he is getting fat on his professorship; I wish they would then the tones of his voice almost startled me. He and I make me a professor — You see he is pulling down his I had beds in the same cabin ; but I soon discovered that

waistcoat; that's a sign he is going to speak : I knew a he never slept. Whenever I happened to look across man who used on such occasions to pull up the waistband from my own berth towards his, I could see, by the dim of bis breeches, and it was a good plan, for it commanded | light of a lamp that burned upon the table all night, his attention-Hush! Cook is going to give us a speech.” large eyes glaring full upon me, with a most unnatural

For the present, however, I was disappointed; the kind of intelligence in them. I am not of a timid dispoDoctor merely rose to make some uninteresting remark sition, but I confess I did not feel altogether comfortable. about the appointment of a committee, and immediately We had favourable winds, however, and ran across the sat down. My friend, therefore, resumed his communi- Atlantic without any thing remarkable occurring. cations.

On the evening of the twenty-fifth day, I was told that “ Yonder is Dr Gordon, with his fine bald head-a ca- the land we saw, about fifteen miles to leeward, was that pital study for the phrenologists--od, phrenology's a queer of the island of St Domingo, and that, the breeze conthing after all. There's Burns of Paisley-him with the tinuing, we might expect to reach Kingston in little more spectacles. Ah ha! yonder is Andrew Thomson him than eight-and-forty hours. I retired to rest between ten self, sitting under the gallery, and hiding his curly head | and eleven, with a lighter heart than I had done for some behind the pillar-he is the cock of the club-capital time before; and with the prospect of so soon again meetpreacher best speaker of them all-pity he is not a mem- ing several of my oldest and best friends, I speedily found ber this year. Look at that tall old gentleman standing myself locked in the embraces of slumber, and busily ocin the passage, that is John Inglis, the ablest man in the cupied in the ideal world of dreams. Hour after hour church. Yonder mild-looking gentleman is Henry Grey, past unnoted by, and daylight was shining full into my who has the clever wife-Anglicanus, you know. The cabin before I again opened my eyes. The sun had been other gentleman with the gold spectacles "

long up, but was not visible. It was one of those calm The sudden pause in my cicerone's speech made me grey days which, in this climate, commonly predict soine turn round my head, when I observed the old beau ar change of weather. There was that stillness on board ranging the folds of his neckcloth with one hand, while the ship which almost always accompanies a calm; for with the other he was gracefully managing his eye-glass, when sailors have nothing to do, they are the last people which he directed toward the Commissioner's box, where in the world who will do any thing. I did not hear a a fashionable party of young ladies had newly arrived. step over head, and even the steward and cabin-boys I The grin of delight which illumined my old friend's coun- supposed had fallen asleep; for though I called pretty tenance, convinced me that in him the fair sex had a most lustily for my breakfast, not a soul came near me. I rose devoted admirer. While he was thus engaged, wreath at length, and having performed my toilet with all coning his face into smiles, and adjusting the curls of his venient speed, I got upon deck. I was somewhat suryellow wig, I endeavoured, but in vain, to call back his prised at not seeing a single band either fore or aft. The attention to the less inviting physiognomies which had very helm was deserted. I went forward to the steerage, excited my own curiosity in the body of the house, and but it was empty, and so was every hammock it containwhich still remained undescribed. You might as well ed! My pulse began to beat more quickly; I became have tried to withdraw Narcissus from his fountain, or alarmed and uneasy. I called aloud, but no one answerendeavoured to divert the attention of Actæon from Diana ed me. I looked into the hold, but no living thing was and her nymphs, as attempted to give the eye-glass of my to be seen ; nay, what struck me as peculiarly odd, there enamoured companion a new direction.

was nothing in the hold at all, except a cask or two of But luckily my attention was now arrested by a very fresh water, though I had been given to understand that animated debate upon some semi-arian doctrines which the vessel had a full and valuable cargo on board. I went have of late been making a noise in this country. The back to the cabin; neither captain nor mate was there. I particular subject was the somewhat abstruse doctrine of opened the door of every cupboard and closet, but it was the peccability of Christ's human nature, and you will in vain. Conviction of the truth, though at first its very find the speeches and proceedings upon the wbole case conception almost bewildered me, inevitably forced itself faithfully reported in the Observer newspaper, which I on my mind ;-I was the only human being in the ship. Bend you. I am interrupted by the arrival of the porter | During the night she had been purposely abandoned by her crew, and I was left alone to the mercy of the waves. endure it much longer. Let no man talk of solitude, On the previous evening land had been visible at the dis- as long as he can see around him fields, and trees, and tance of five or six leagues, but now, having drifted out mountains. All these hold communion with his spirit, of my course, it was nowhere to be discovered.

and as they vary their garb according to the season, te My feelings can neither be imagined nor described. I can read in them lessons of wisdom and improvement. was perfectly ignorant of all nautical affairs, and conse- ! But on the wide and changeless ocean, where human quently had not the most distant idea of what ought to be sympathies exist not, and where the very element secta done. But this was, perhaps, hardly to be regretted ; for of a nature uncongenial to ours, there, where the eye however great my skill had been, what could a single can see nothing but rolling waters, and the ear catch the person have done in the guidance and management of so sound but that of the breaking wave, there speak of soli. large a vessel? Had a boat been left, I should instantly i tude, there feel its horrors, feel your affections stagnan have intrusted myself to it, and, though at a venture, en- / within you, and your mental capabilities mouldering away deavoured to steer in some particular direction ; but we into nothingness. Look at the sun, the clouds, the stan had only two originally, and they had both been taken and ask, in the frenzy of despair, why you are the only away. I could find no loose timber, of which to make a created thing curst with the curse of speech ? raft, for even a raft I should have considered myself safer One night the thunder walked through the air; but on than where I was. There is something that the hu- its peals were welcome to me, for they sounded like the man mind cannot bear to dwell upon, in the idea that it voice of an unseen giant. The waning moon looked has lost its power over inert matter, and that all its in dimly down through the snatches of the hurrying clouds tellectual energies must succumb to the mere blind chance and the lurid lightning flashed far and wide below, as if which governs an inanimate mass. I was alone in a in mockery of the pale light of the melancholy wanderer great floating castle, to which seemed to be left the power of heaven. There was alternate gloom and brightness. of determining whither it would carry me, and what in the gloom was heard the savage roaring of the thusfate it would assign me. The very bulk of my prison der-laden winds; in the brightness was seen the tortured made me the more helpless ; besides, I soon discovered ocean heaving in convulsions, and finging its spray in that it was, in the sea-phrase, water-logged, and, no doubt, impotent wrath far up into the dark concave. Such abandoned under the belief that it was speedily to sink. scenes had become familiar to me, and had almost lost I would have given any thing for the merest little cock their terrors. My crazy ship went tumbling on, and I boat with a single oar, for I should have been compara had lashed myself to the remnant of one of her masts, tively my own master on the wide ocean.

lest I should be swept from the deck as every thing else As long as the daylight continued, my situation, though had been already. Again the moon looked down for an sufficiently solitary, was not so dismal Light is com instant, again the lightning gushed from the clouds panionable, and seems to be the natural element of the Good God! a vessel, with all her sails set, bounded past human soul. But the sun had scarcely set, ere I per- me, and I heard the cries of human beings. Another ceived that the waters were not long to continue unruf- gleam of moonshine,--she was still there! Another blaze fied. The sails, almost all of which were set, and which of lightning,—she was gone,--down-down into the I found it quite impossible to take in, or even to reef, no gulf for ever! longer hung motionless by the side of the masts, but, for The storm passed away, and I was still safe. The some time, kept flapping incessantly like the wings of a wind was in the north, and the ship sailed on. One mighty bird, and then becoming steadily filled, carried morning I came upon deck; it was clear, though cold, the ship along with them, I knew not where. Twilight and the sea at some little distance seemed peopled with darkened into night; the moon came out of the sea like islands. How my heart bounded! I was approaching a spectre-wan and vapoury--surrounded by a dark as- | them! Shipwreck-death was all I desired, provided I semblage of murky clouds. Stronger and stronger grew met it in an attempt to make the land. I came nearer the wind. The waves, as they went careering by, left the islands.-Heaven and earth! they were islands of in their tract a broad gleam of foam, that gave to the dark ice! Where was I? I had been sailing south ;-Had sea an unnatural whiteness. I stood at the stern, with I got within the antarctic circle ? Ice-nothing but ice. the useless helm in my hand, and almost believed that | Huge mountains of dreary ice. the whole was a horrible dream, from which, if I did not

“I was the first that ever burst speedily awake, I might never awake with reason unim

Into that silent sea!" paired. The storm increased ; the vessel, from the quantity of canvass she carried, was tossed like a toy from I know not how it was, but I sailed far in among those wave to wave. At length, the foremast snapt, and, with frozen fields. The wind at length shifted, and my course all its sails and cordage, fell overboard ;-it was lost was altered. I retraced part of my way, and went more among the billows in an instant.

to the east. One night I was in bed, and my vessel was Day returned, but the storm did not abate. The wind | drifting as usual where it pleased. Suddenly it struck was for a while north-west, which blew me back nearly against something with a violent shock and crasb. I upon the course I had already sailed, but afterwards, rushed upon deck; the ship was going to pieces. It seemshifting several points, it became nearly due north, so that ed to have come upon a reef of rocks. It was calm, and I coniectured it was carrying me along the coast of South I was a good swimmer. I threw myself into the sea, and America, though that coast was nowhere visible. For reaching some of the more prominent heights, I scrambled several days the hurricane continued, and every moment up upon them, and waited till daylight should discover seemed to bring along with it the promise of destruction; to me my situation. It came soon enough; I was on but though the ship was now in the most miserable con- | the highest peak of two or three insulated rocks, not a dition, its planks still held together, and I still continued hundred yards in circumference altogether, that rose up to exist.

from the fathomless depths of the southern ocean till Day after day, week after week, and, were I to judge they reached a little above its surface. Water-pothing by my own feelings, I should say year after year, passed but water, could be seen around. Here, then, on this unon, and I still continued rolling about in my dismasted known rock, which no human eye but mine had ever seen hulk, sometimes with fair, and sometimes with foul before, it was to be my lot to die. I wonder I did not weather, either in the Atlantic or Pacific ocean, I knew grow mad at once. I recollect that I lost all belief in not which. There were, luckily, provisions enough on my personal identity. I could not conceive it possible board, such as they were, to have supported me, I should that I was the same being who had once so keenly enhave thought, for any length of time ; but existence was joyed all the pleasures of social and civilized life ;-- who becoming too painful to me to admit of my being able to had loved and hated, who had laughed and wept, who

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* had feared and hoped. On a solitary peak in the ocean, Although her rock is tall, and wild, and dread, i what was man?-more useless than the sea-weed, more And Amor's sands below are desolate as the dead; helpless than the bubbles that floated past with the waves. The solemn thoughts which on their fancies steal,

The ship had disappeared ; but some fragments still Not from the spirit of the hour they feel; floated about the rock. I took possession of one of them, A deeper charm upon their hearts is cast, - and drifted away, as I believed, to certain death. Now, And over all a holier awe hath past.

talk of solitude ! -on a single plank in the untraversed Et South Pacific. I floated away and away ; but nature Look downward where the glade retiring opes,

was at length exhausted. I stretched myself out at full | And a grey pathway to the river slopes; length; I closed my eyes; and became insensible. And mark the mantled twain, whose footsteps slow

When my senses returned, I was on board a French Are moving to the deep stream's bridgeless flow. o discovery-ship, in a comfortable bed, and enjoying every Lo! stern Elijah seeks his fated hour,

luxury,—and oh! that luxury above all other luxuries— To close and seal his ministry of power; the music of the human voice, when its tones are softened | Already heaven is busy in his heart;

by human affections ! I did nothing but weep like a A moment more, and he shall calmly part,
* child for a whole week. In two months I was again in Leaving immortal a memorial strange
u England.

Of heavenly triumph over earthly change.
He, too, is there, on whom shall soon alight

The double wonders of prophetic might;

Unmoved of soul, though they have striven to wake 'Mid peaks abrupt, the snows are ever deep

His human fear. “ Elisha, God will take On lonely Lebanon's unshelter'd steep ;

Away to-day thy master from thy head."And cedars wild, o'er all that drear abode,

“ I know it, yea, and wait, but not with dread." Spring up to fill the garden-mount of God:

They reach the river: will they breast its sweep ? For pilgrim tired they point to shade and rest,

They wind-they tread—they pass the waters deep! They tell of life on desolation's breast,

The prophet's robe hath smote them; and the waves And through the desert's gloom, its icy chill,

Own the command, and leave their reedy caves. They soar like hope above a world of ill.

“ Father,” Elisha murmur'd, “ on my head And thus, across the waste of ages gone,

A double share be of thy spirit shed !" All gleaming wan as monumental stone,

Upward he look'd, and that pale ancient brow With awe we look on those to whom were given

With warmer passion seem'd to kindle now, The Prophet's heart of fire, the words of heaven.

And seraph-like the smile which fitted there, We feel their names a spell, when faith grows cold, As, o'er his kneeling servant bent in prayer, To bear the soul within those glories old,

He blest the seer with accents all divine : When through the world supernal mandates ran,

“ Much hast thou ask'd, yet shall the gift be thine, And Godhead communed visibly with man.

If thou behold me when mine hour is come."

-The vision burst, and mortal voice was dumb. The hour is dim; the sacred passion swells;

Hail to God's visions in their dread array ! And, rapt in thought, the vision'd spirit dwells

Oh, dark and wondrous in their pomp are they ! Where shapes divine and ancient worlds appear,

Like breaking storms the revelation came In dark ancestral pageantry of fear!

Wrapt in the glories of descending flame, The scene hath risen.--— The river banks are fair,

Where blended wildest sights with darkness dread, And Eden-like the groves that glimmer there;

And light unspeakable around was spread ; Shadows are sinking on the western green,

Strange as the forms which cross'd Ezekiel's glance, Where Jericho, amid her palms, is seen ;

By Chenar's stream in that tremendous trance; And, towards the desert east, the parting day

of living things like lamps of clearest light, Burns on yon holy mountains far away,

Of beryl-wheels where spirit lodged, and might, Till that resplendence to their summits given,

And dreadful voices, that from out the car, Hath lighted earth with all the blaze of heaven.

Rush'd like the sounds of Deity or war ; On the near mound, with columnd palm-trees crown'd, Thus dim was all, and all mysterious there, Where honey'd fragrance dews the air around,

Where burn'd the angel-chariot on the air ; Why on the verdant knoll do yonder band

And such the sounds that through the whirlwind broke, Cluster and gaze, and murmur as they stand ?

Loud as the trumpet out from Sinai spoke.
Sons of the prophets of the Lord are those,--
Why do they seek the hill at evening's close ?

Whose is the form that mingles in the blaze?
Come they to muse by Jordan's steepy bank

A mortal shape ascending as he prays; Of willows blue and alders straight and dank?

Till in the shrouding depths he fades away, Or do they strive, from yonder city fair,

Like a lost star-beam at the gates of day! To catch the faint low sound of distant prayer,

Breathless Elisha mark'd him as he soar'd, If on its terraced roofs some Levite pale,

Then veil'd his head, and speechlessly adored ; Clad in white ephod, turns to Sion's vale ?

| Look'd reverent up, and caught his parting eye, Or crowd tbey there to hear the fiercer cry

And bade him hail with one ecstatic cry; Which on the waken'd gale is hurrying by,

Outstretch'd his arms to pour his last farewell, The fluttering cry as of a soul in pain,

And caught the sacred mantle as it fell. The ostrich' shriek from Moab's homeless plain ? He rose, and gazed around ; the trance was o'er, Perchance they look on yonder shadowy heights, And Jordan's shores were darkening as before ; Whose peaks are warm with eve's aerial lights,

Ile turn'd, and smote the river-waters free; Glad as the dying prophet's hour of awe,

“ Elijah's God, Jehovah, where is he ?” When from their tops the land of rest he saw!

| Echoing they parted, and he cross'd the glen, No; though the City of the Palms is bright,

And mute among his brethren stood again.
And her far walls are seen through rosy light;
Though ancient Jordan's waves are dark in rest,

Oh, awed and still as that old seer, and they
And cliff and wood lie imaged on his breast;

Who throng'd around him in the twilight grey,
No; though Mount Abarim, in valleys lone,

And wondering as they saw his troubled air,
Conceals the grave where Moses sleeps unknown; Knew the dark spirit of Elijah there ;

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