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desert. Among these are “Fale, free-will, The blind as well might doubt of sense and sight; foreknowledge absolute,"—the theories of Peruse their lives, who thus have vow'd pursuit manners and morals—the doctrines of ex

of heavenly communion : in despite pediency and self-interest—with many specu- Their singleness of heart : except ye fight

of all your arguments ye can't dispute sations relating to the imaginative parts of

'Gainst facts, ye, self-convicted, must be mute. literature, and the influences of religion upon Will ye deny, that they've a secret found them-all of which are grasped by the hand To battle fate, and heal each mortal wound ? . of a master. The whole range of controversial writing scarcely affords an example of Will ye deny, to them alone 'tis given,

Who its existence, as a faith, embraced ? propositions stated so lucidly, qualified so 'Tis mainly requisite, to partake of heaven, craftily, and urged with such exemplary fair

That the heart's treasures there should first be placed. ness and candour as in this work. It must, According to thy faith shall it be given indeed, be admitted, that the admirable qualities To thee, with spiritual glories, to be graced. of the argument render it somewhat unfit for As well all facts whence man experience hath, marriage “with immortal verse.” Philoso-As doubt immunities bound up in faith. phical poetry, when most attractive, seizes on 'Tis easy thing to say, that men are knaves; some grand elemental truths, which it links to

'Tis easy thing to say, that men are fools ; the noblest material images, and seeks rather 'Tis easy thing to say, an author raves; to send one vast sentiment to the heart through Easy, to him who always ridicules the medium of the imagination, than to lead The incomprehensible, to allege–and saves the mind by a regular process of logic, to the

Trouble of farther thought-hat oft there rules result which it contemplates. Mere didactic That half-pretence oft ekes out half-insane.

Fanatic feeling in a madman's brain : poetry, as Pope's Essay on Man, succeeds not by the nice balance of reasons, but by decking We know all this ; but we know also well, out some obvious common-place in a gorgeous Admissible, all other men excel

These men we speak of tried by every test rhetoric, or by expressing a familiar sentiment

In virtue, and in happiness. Since bless'd in such forcible language as will give it a

Are they, stern Fate, spite of thy direst spell : singular charm to all who have felt its justice Infection, loathsome maladies, each pest in a plainer garb. In general, the poet, no And plague,-for these have they,-should they assail less than the woman, who deliberates, is lost. A panacea which will never fail. But Mr. Lloyd's effusions are in a great mea- God is their rock, their fortress of defence, sure exceptions to this rule ;-for though they

In time of trouble, a defence most holy ; are sometimes " harsh and crabbed," and some for them the wrath of man is impotence; times too minute, they are marked by SO His pride, a bubble; and his wisdom, folly. hearty an earnestness, and adorned by such that “peace” have they-unspeakable intense,variety of illustration, and imbued with such “Which passeth understanding !" Melancholy deep sentiment, that they often enchant while Life's gards to them : the unseen they explore : they convince us. Although his processes

Rooied in heaven, to live is—to adore ! are careful, his results belong to the stateliest Ye, that might cavil at these humble lays, range of truths. His most laborious reason Peruse the page of child-like Fenelon : ings lead us to elevated views of humanity, Hear what the wrapped, transfigured Guion says to the sense of a might above reason itself—to

With ills of body such as few have known; those objects which have inspired the most

Tedious imprisonment; in youthful days glorious enthusiasm, and of which the pro- to poverty devoted, she defies

To luxuries used, they all aside are thrown; foundest bards have delighted to afford us Its sorest ills, blessing the sacrifice. glimpses. It is quite inspiring to follow him as he detects the inconsistencies of worldly Was e'er an instance known, that man could taste wisdom, as he breaks the shallow reasonings

True peace of mind, and spurn religion's laws! of the advocates of expediency into pieces, or

In other things were this alliance traced ;

Constant coincidence ; effect, and cause, as he vindicates their prerogatives to faith and We scruple not to call them; or, at least, hope. He leads us up a steep and stony as Condition indispensable, whence draws cent, step by step ; but cheers us by many a The one, the other. This coincidence ravishing prospect by the way, and conducts But grant me here ;-and grant the consequence. at last to an eminence, not only above the Facts, facts, are stubborn things! We trust the sense mists of error, but where the rainbow comes,

of sight, because the experience of each day and whence the gate of heaven may be seen Warrants our trust in it. Now, tell me whence as from the Delectable Mountains which Bun It is, no mortal yet could dare to say, yan's Pilgrim visited.

Man trusted in his God for his defence, We scarcely know how to select a specimen

And was confounded ? cover'd with dismay ? which shall do justice to an author whose Loses he friends ? Religion dries his tears !

Loses he life ? Religion calms his fears ! speculations are too vast to be completed within a short space, and are connected with Loses he health ? Religion balms his mind, others by delicate links of thought. We will And pains of flesh seem ministers of grace, give, however, his vindication of the enthusi- and wait upon a rapture more refined, astic and self-denying spirit, which, however

Than e'en in lustiest health e'er found a place. associated with absurdity, is the soul of all Loses he wealth? the pleasure it can find

He had before renounced; thus be can trace religion and virtue.

No difference, but that now the heart bestows

What through a hand less affluent scantier flows.
Reasoners, that argue of ye know not what,
Do not, as mystical, my strain deride :

He too as much enjoys the spectacle
By facts' criterion be its doctrine tried.

Of good, when done by others as by him:

Loses he fame ? the honour he loves well

that vein of reflection which our author never Is not of earth, but that which seraphim

loses : Might prize! Loses he liberty? his cell, And all its vaults, echo his rapturous hymn :

Oh, were the eye of youth a moment ours! He feels as free as freest bird in air !

When every flower that gemm'd the various earth His heaven-shrined spirit finds heaven everywhere! Brought down from Heaven enjoyment's genial showers !

And every bird, of everlasting mirth 'Tis not romance which we are uttering! No;

Prophesied to us in romantic bowers! Thousands of volumes each word's truth attest!

Love was the garniture, whose blameless birth Thousands of souls redeem'd from all below

Caused that each filmy web where dew-drops trembled, Can bring a proof, that, e'en while earthly guest, The gossamery haunt of elves resembled ! 'Tis possible for man that peace to know, · Which maketh him impassive to the test

We can remember earliest days of spring, of mortal sufferance! Many and many a martyr

When violets blue and white, and primrose pale, Has found this bound up in religion's charter.

Like callow nestlings 'neath their mother's wing

Each peep'd from under the broad lear's green veil. Pleasure, or philosophical or sensual,

When streams look'd blue; and thin clouds clustering Is not, ought not to be, man's primary rule;

O'er the wide empyrean did prevail,
We often feel bound by a law potential

Rising like incense from the breathing world,
To do those things which e'en our reasons fool. Whose gracious aspect was with dew impearl'd.
God, and he only, sees the consequential;
The mind well nurtured in religion's school

When a soft moisture, steaming everywhere,
Feels that He only—to whom all's obedient-

To the earth's countenance mellower hues imparted; Has right to guide itself by the expedient.

When sylvan choristers self-poised in air,

Or perched on bows, in sbrilly quiverings darted Duty is man's first law, not satisfaction !

Their little raptures forth; when the warm glare That satisfaction comes from this perform'd

(Wbile glancing lights backwards and forwards started, We grant! But should this be the prime attraction As if with meteors silver-sheathed 'twere flooded) That led us to performance, soon inform'd

Sultry, and silent, on the hill's turf brooded.
By finding that we've miss'd the meed of action,
We shall confess our error. Oft we're warm'd,

Oh in these moments we such joy have felt,
By a strong spirit we cannot restrain,

As if the earth were nothing but a shrine ; To deeds, which make all calculation vain.

Where all, or awe inspired or made one melt

Gratefully towards its architect divine ! Had Regulus reason'd, whether on the scale

Father! in future (as I once have dwelt Of use, in Rome, his faculties would most,

Within that very sanctuary of thine Or Carthage-patriotism's cause avail,

When shapes, and sounds, seem'd as but modes of Thee !) He never had resumed his fatal post.

That with experience gain'd were heaven to me! Brutus, Virginius had they tried by tale

Their country's cause, had never been her boast. Oft in the fulness of the joy ye give, Yet had it not these self-doom'd heroes seen,

Oh, days of youth! in summer's noon-tide hours, Rome “the eternal city," ne'er had been!

Did I a depth of quietness receive

From insects' drowsy hum, that all my powers Shall Christ submit upon the cross to bleed,

Would baffle to portray! Let them that live And man for all he does a reason ask?

In vacant solitude, speak from their bowers Have martyrs died, and confessors, indeed,

What nameless pleasures letter'd ease nay cheer,
That he must seek a why for every task ?

Thee, Nature ! bless'd to mark with eye and ear !
If it be so, to prate we've little need
Of this enlighten'd age! Take off the mask!

Who can have watch'd the wild rose' blushing dye, If it be so, and ye'll find this our proud age,

And seen what treasures its rich cups contain; Its grand climacterick past is in its dotage.

Who, of soft shades the fine variety,

From white to deepest flush of vermeil stain ? Thy name, Thermopylæ, had ne'er been heard,

Who, when impearl'd with dew-drop's radiancy Were not the Greeks wiser than our wise men.

Its petals breathed perfume, while he did strain
I grant, that heaven alone to man transferr'd,

His very being, lest the sense should fail
When he would raise up states for history's pen, T' imbibe each sweet its beauties did exhale ?
This more than mortal instinct! Yet absurd
It is (because, perhaps, our narrower ken

Who, amid lanes, on eve of summer days,
Their heights cannot descry; yea, and a curse

Which sheep brouse, could the thicket's wealth behold i 'Twill bring) to make a theory of the worse.

The fragrant honey-suckle's bowery maze ?

The furze bush, with its vegetable gold i A theory for a declining race !

In every satin sheath that helps to raise No, let us keep at least our lips from lies;

The fox-glove's cone, the figures manifold K we have forfeited Truth's soaring grace,

With such a dainty exquisiteness wrought 1Let us not falsify her prodigies.

Nor grant that thoughtful love they all have taught ? We well may wear a blush upon our face, From her past triumphs so t apostatize

The daisy, cowslip, each have to them givenIn deeds; but let us not with this invent

The wood anemone, the strawberry wild,

Grass of Parnassus, meek as star of even: An infidelity of argument.

Bright, as the brightening eye of smiling child,

And bathed in blue transparency of heaven,
Go to Palmyra's ruins; visit Greece,
Behold! The wrecks of her magnificence

Veronica ; the primrose pale, and mild ;

of charms (of which to speak no tongue is able) Seem left, in spite of man, thus to increase The sting of satire on his impotence.

Intercommunion incommunicable ! As to betray how soon man's glories cease ;

I had a cottage in a Paradise ! Tombs, time defying, of the most pretence

'Twere hard to enumerate the charms combined But only make us feel with more surprise,

Within the little space, greeting the eyes, How mean the things they would immortalize!

Its unpretending precincts that confined. The following is only a portion of a series Onward, in front, a mountain stream did rise

Up, whose long course the fascinated mind of reminiscences equally luxurious and in- (So apt the scene to awaken wildest themes) tepse, and which are attended throughout by Might localize the most romantic dreams.

When winter torrents, by the rain and snow,

exhibits the same great intellectual power and Surlily dashing down the hills, were fed,

ceaseless activity of thought, which characterIts mighty mass of waters seem'd to flow

ize the Thoughts in London. Mr. Lloyd has With deafening course precipitous: its bed

taken the common incident of one lover reRocky, such steep declivities did show That towards us with a rapid course it sped,

signing his mistress to another, and the names Broken by frequent falls ; thus did it roam

of his chief characters from Boccaccio, but, in In whirlpools eddying, and convulsed with foam. all other respects, the poem is original. Its

chief peculiarity is the manner in which it Flank'd were its banks with perpendicular rocks,

reasons upon all the emotions which it porWhose scars enormous, sometimes gray and bare, And sometimes clad with ash and gnarled oaks,

trays, especially on the progress of love in the

soul, with infinite nicety of discrimination, not The birch, the hazel, pine, and holly were. Their tawny leaves, the sport of winters' shocks, unlike that which Shakspeare has manifested oft o'er its channel circled in the air ;

in his amatory poems. He accounts for the While, on their tops, and midway up them, seen, finest shade of feeling, and analyzes its essence, Lower'd cone-like firs and yews in gloomiest green. with the same care, as though he were deSo many voices from this river came

monstrating a proposition of Euclid. He is as In summer, winter, autumn, or the spring ;

minute in his delineation of all the variations So many sounds accordant to each frame

of the heart, as Richardson was in his narraof Nature's aspect, (whether the storm's wing tives of matters of fact; and, like him, thus Brooded on it, or pantingly, and tame,

throws such an air of truth over his statements, The low breeze crisp'd its waters) that, to sing

that we can scarcely avoid receiving them as Half of their tones, impossible ! or tell

authentic history. At the same time, he conThe listener's feelings from their viewless spell.

ducts this process with so delicate a hand, and When fires gleam'd bright, and when the curtain'd room, touches his subjects with so deep a reverence

Well stock'd with books and music's implements, for humanity, that he teaches us to love our When children's faces, dress'd in all the bloom

nature the more from his masterly dissection. Of innocent enjoyments, deep content's

By way of example of these remarks, we will Deepest delight inspired; when nature's gloom To the domesticated heart presents

give part of the scene between a lover who (By consummate tranquillity possest)

long has secretly been agitated by a passion Contrast, that might have stirr'd the dullest breast; for the betrothed mistress of his friend, and the

object of his silent affection whom he has just Yes,-in such hour as that-thy voice I've known,

rescued from a watery grave—though it is Oh, hallow'd stream !-fitly so named—(since tones of deepest melancholy swell'd upon

not perhaps the most beautiful passage of the The breeze that bore it)-fearful as the groans

poem: Or fierce night spirits! Yes, when tapers shone

He is on land ; on safe land is he come: Athwart the room (when, from their skyey thrones

Sophronia's head he pillows on a stone : Of ice-piled height abrupt, rush'd rudely forth,

A death-like paleness hath usurp'd her bloom; Riding the blast, the tempests of the North ;)

Her head falls lapsing on his shoulder. None Thy voice I've known to wake a dream of wonder!

Were there to give him aid! He fears her doom For though 'twas loud, and wild with turbulence,

Is seal'd for evermore! At last a groan And absolute as is the deep-voiced thunder,

Burst from her livid lips, and then the word Such fine gradations mark'd its difference

“ Titus" he heard, or fancied that he heard! Of audibility, one scarce could sunder

Where was he then ? From death to life restored! Its gradual swellings from the influence

From hell to heaven! To rapture from despair! Of harp Æolian, when, upon the breeze,

His hand he now lays on that breast adored ; Floats in a stream its plaintive harmonies.

And now her pulse he feels; and now-(beware, One might have thought, that spirits of the air

Beware, rash youth:) bis lips draw in a hoard Warbled amid it in an undersong ;

Of perfume from her lips, which though they were And oft one might have thought, that shrieks were there Issuing from thence, he drank with ecstasy.

Still closed, yet oft the inarticulate sigh,
Of spirits, driven for chastisement along
The invisible regions that above earth are.
All species seem'd of intonation (strong

Still were they cold; her hands were also cold;
To bind the soul, Imagination rouse,)

Those hands he chafed and, perhaps to restore Conjured from preternatural prison-house.

To her chill, paly lips their warmth, so bold

He grew, he kiss'd those pale lips o'er and o'er. But when the heavens are blue, and summer skies

Nay, to revive in their most perfect mould Are pictured in thy wave's cerulean glances ;

Their wonted rubeous hue, he dared do more ;Then thy crisp stream its course so gayly plies,

He glued his mouth to them, and breathed his breath Trips on so merrily in endless dances,

To die with her, or rescue her from death.-
Such low sweet tone, fit for the time, does rise
From thy swift course, methinks, that it enhances

Thou art undone, mad youth! The fire of love
The hue of flowers which decorate thy banks,

Burn'd so intensely in his throbbing veins, While each one's freshness seems to pay thee thanks.

That, had she been a statue, he might prove

A new Pygmalion, and the icy chains Solemn the mountains that the horizon close,

Of death defy. Well then might he remove From whose drear verge thou seem'st to issue forth : The corpor which her o'er-wrought frame sustains.Sorcery might fitly dwell, one could suppose,

If sweet, revival from such menaced death; (Or any wondrous spell of heaven or earth,

More sweet, revival by a lover's breath!
Which e'en to name man's utterance not knows,)
Amid the forms that mark thy place of birth.

She feels the delicate influence through her thrill,
Thither direct your eye, and you will find

And with seal'd eye lay in a giddy trance, All that excites the imaginative mind !

Scarce dare she open them, when had her will

On this been bent, she felt the power to glance The tale of Titus and Gisippus, which fol. Their lights on him. No, with a lingering skilllows, while it is very interesting as a story, Oh, blame her not !-- she did awhile enhance

The bliss of that revival, by a feign'd
Or half-feign'd show of conflict still sustain'd.
At last, she look'd !—They looked !--Eye met with eye!

The whole was told! The lover and the loved,
The adored, and the adorer, ecstasy

Never till then experienced-swiftly proved !-
Thanks for his aid were a mean courtesy !

They were forgotten! Transport unreproved,
This was his guerdon; this his rich reward!
An hour's oblivion with Sophronia shared !

At last a swift revulsion through her frame

And o'er her countenance stole : a sudden pause !
Her eyes which had imbibed a piercing flame,

Fell at once rayless; and her bosom draws
One in-pent sigh; one look imploring came

O'er her fine face! Titus knew well the cause
of this so sudden change : he dared not speak;
He dared not move ; dared not its reasons seek!

Some minutes they were silent. Night advanced ;

Titus towards himself Sophronia press'd,
But dumb he stood ; upwards she faintly glanced

A look upbraiding, and upon his breast-
Gently reclining--lay like one entranced!

No longer was happiness her guest.
She starts ! She cries "Gisippus !" all is told !
Cold fell the word, on bosoms still more cold!

Then all the world was lost to them, in one

Fulness of unimaginable bliss! Infinity was with them ! and the zone

Unbound whence Venus sheds upon a kiss
Nectareous essences, and raptures known

Ne'er save to moments unprepared as this !
And in that earnest impulse did they find
Peace and intensity, alike combined !
To frame such joy, these things are requisite ;

A lofty nature; the exalting stress
Of stimulating trials, which requite,

And antecedent sorrows doubly bless ;
Consummate sympathies, which souls unite;

And a conjuncture, whence no longer press
Impulses--long as these delights we prove-
From one thing foreign to the world of love.
This could not last! Not merely would a word ;-

A gesture would, a look, dissolve the charm!
Could home be mention'd nor the thought restored,

To her remembrance of Gisippus' warm
And manly love? Bless'd be ye with your hour

of transient bliss, and be ye safe from harm, Ye fond, fond pair! But think not joys so high Can be inwoven with reality!

They rose and crept along in silentness

Sophronia reach'd her home, but nothing said,
E'en to her mother, of her past distress.

Her threshold past not Titus- Thence he fled,
Soon as in safety he the maid did guess,

Like to a madman madden'd more with dread!
Nor ever of this night, or of its spell
Of mighty love, did he breathe a syllable!

We now take leave of Mr. Lloyd with peculiar gratitude for the rich materials for thought with which a perusal of his poems has endowed us. We shall look for his next appearance before the public with anxiety ;-assured that his powers are not even yet fully developed to the world, and that he is destined to occupy a high station among the finest spirits

of his age.



MR. EDITOR:- I trust that even in this age of the society of a maiden sister, happy if an old improvement you will suffer one of the oldest friend came for a few days to visit me, but of the old school to occupy a small space in chiefly delighting to cherish in silence the reyour pages. A few words respecting myself | membrance of my only love, and to anticipate will, however, be necessary to apologize for the time when I shall be laid beside her. At my opinions. Once I was among the gayest last, a wish to settle an orphan nephew in my and sprightliest of youthful aspirants for fame own profession, has compelled me to visit the and fortune. Being a second son, I was bred scenes of my early days, and to mingle, for a to the bar, and pursued my studies with great short time, with the world. My resolution once vigour and eager hope, in the Middle Temple. taken, I felt a melancholy pleasure in the ex. I loved, too, one of the fairest of her sex, and pectation of seeing the places with which I was beloved in return. My toils were sweet- was once familiar, and which were ever linked ened by the delightful hope that they would in my mind with sweet and blighted hope. procure me an income sufficient for the credi- Every change has been to me as a shock. I table support of the mistress of my soul. Alas! have looked at large on society too, and there at the very moment when the onlooked-for I see little in brilliant innovation to admire. devise of a large estate from a distant relative Returned at last to my own fire-side, I sit down gave me affluence, she for whom alone I de- to throw together a few thoughts on the new sired wealth, sunk under the attack of a fever and boasted Improvements, over which I mourn. into the grave. Religion enabled me to bear her if I should seem too querulous, let it be reloss with firmness, but I determined, for her membered, that my own happy days are long sake, ever to remain a bachelor. Although past, and that recollection is the sole earthly composed and tranquil, I felt myself unable to joy which is left me. endure the forms, or to taste the pleasures of My old haunts have indeed suffered compaLondon. I retired to my estate in the country, ratively small mutation. The princely hall of where I have lived for almost forty years in the Middle Temple has the same venerable as.

pect as when, in my boyish days, I felt my chuckling over the fall of a brother into a trap heart beating with a strange feeling of mingled set artfully for him in the fair guise of liberal pride and reverence on becoming one of its pleading-now whispering a joy past joy in a members. The fountain yet plays among the stumble of the Lord Chief Justice himself, old trees, which used to gladden my eye in among the filmy cords drawn about his path! spring for a few days with their tender green, When the first bottle was despatched, arrived to become so prematurely desolate. But the the time for his wary host to produce his front of the Inner Temple hall, upon the papers in succession, to be drawn or settled terrace, is sadly altered for the worse. When by the joyous pleader. The well-lauded inspiI first knew it, the noble solidity of its appear-ration of a poet is not more genuine than that ance, especially of the figure over the gateway, with which he then was gifted. All his nice cut massively in the stone, carried the mind discernment-all his vast memory-all his back into the deep antiquity of the scene. skill in drawing analogies and discerning prinNow the whole building is white-washed and ciples in the great obscurity" of the Year plastered over, the majestic entrance supplied Books-were set in rapid and unerring action. by an arch of pseudo-gothic, and a new library On he went-covering page after page, his pen added, at vast cost, in the worst taste of the “in giddy mazes running,” and his mind modern antique. The view from the garden growing subtler and more acute with every is spoiled by that splendid nuisance, the Water- glass. How dextrously did he then glide loo Bridge. Formerly we used to enjoy the through all the strange windings of the case, enormous bend of the river, far fairer than the with a sagacity which never failed, while he most marvellous work of art; and while our eyes garnished his discourse with many a legal dwelt on the placid mirror of water, our imagi- pun and learned conceit, which was as the nation went over it, through calm and majestic light bubble on the deep stream of his knowwindings, into sweet rural scenes, and far in- ledge! He is gone!-and I find none to reland bowers. Now the river appears only an semble him in this generation—none who thus oblong lake, and the feeling of the country once can put a spirit into their work, which may let into the town by that glorious avenue of make cobweb-sophistries look golden, and crystal, is shut out by a noble piece of mere change a laborious life into one long holihuman workmanship!

But nature never day! changes, and some of her humble works are In the greater world, I have observed, with ever found to renew old feelings within us, not sorrow, a prevailing disregard of the past, and withstanding the sportive changes of mortal a desire to extol the present, or to expatiate in fancy. The short grass of the Temple garden is visionary prospects of the future. I fear this the same as when forty years ago I was accus- may be traced not so much to philanthropy as tomed to refresh my weary eyes with its green- to self-love, which inspires men with the wish ness. There I have strolled again; and while I personally to distinguish themselves as the bent my head downwards and fixed my eyes teachers and benefactors of their species, inon the thin blades and the soft daisies, I felt as stead of resting contented to share in the vast I had felt when last I walked there-all be stock of recollections and sympathies which tween was as nothing, or a feverish dream-is common to all. They would fain persuade and I once more dreamed of the Seals, and of us that mankind, created “ a little lower than the living Sophia!—I felt-but I dare not trust the angels,” is now for the first time “crowned myself on this subject farther.

with glory and honour;" and they exultingly The profession of the law is strangely altered point to institutions of yesterday for the means since the days of my youth. It was then surely to regenerate the earth. Some, for example, more liberal, as well as more rational, than I pronounce the great mass of the people, through now find it. The business and pleasure of a all ages, as scarcely elevated above the brutes lawyer were not entirely separated, as at pre- which perish, because the arts of reading, sent, when the first is mere toil, and the second writing, and arithmetic, were not. commonly lighter than vanity. The old stout-hearted diffused among them; and on the diffusion of pleaders threw a jovial life into their tremen- these they ground their predictions of a golden dous drudgeries, which almost rendered them age. And were there then no virtuous hardi. delightful. Wine did but open to them the hood, no guileless innocence, no affections most curious intricacies of their art: they rose stronger than the grave, in that mighty lapse from it, like giants refreshed, to grapple with of years which we contemptuously stigmatize the sternest difficulties, and rejoiced in the en as dark? Are disinterested patriotism, concounter. Their powers caught a glow in the jugal love, open-handed hospitality, meek selfseverity of the struggle, almost like that arising sacrifice, and chivalrous contempt of danger from strong exertion of the bodily frame. Nor and of death, modern inventions ? Has man's did they disdain to enjoy the quaint jest, the great birth-right been in abeyance even until far-fetched allusion, or the antique fancy, which now? Oh, no! The Chaldæan shepherd did sometimes craftily peeped out on them amidst not cast his quiet gaze through weeks and their laborious researches. Poor T - W

years in vain to the silent skies. He knew was one of the last of the race. He was the not, indeed, the discoveries of science, which heartiest and most romantic of special pleaders. have substituted an immense variety of figures Thrice happy was the attorney who could engage on space and distance, for the sweet influences him to a steak or broiled fowl in the old coffee of the stars; yet did the heavens tell to him room in Fleet-street, were I have often met him. the glory of God, and angel faces smile on How would he then dilate, in the warmth of his him from the golden clouds. Book-learning heart, on all his professional triumphs-now is, perhaps, the least part of the education of

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