"There's another-not a sister, in the happy days gone by

You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye:

Too innocent for coquetry-too fond for idle scorning! O friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning!—

Tell her the last night of my life (for ere this moon be risen

My body will be out of pain-my soul be out of prison),

I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine

On the vine-clad hills of Bingen-fair Bingen-on-theRhine."

"I saw the blue Rhine sweep along, I heard, or seemed to hear,

The German songs we used to sing in chorus sweet and clear;

And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, That echoing chorus sounded through the evening calm and still;

And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed with friendly talk

Down many a path beloved of yore, and well remembered walk;

And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine;— But we'll meet no more at Bingen-loved Bingen-onthe-Rhine!"

His voice grew faint and hoarser; his grasp was childish weak;

His eyes put on a dying look, he sighed and ceased to speak;

His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life

had fled

The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land-was dead! And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down

On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strown;

Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine,

As it shone on distant Bingen-fair Bingen-on-the

Rhine.

HON. MRS. NORTON.

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In the beginning of January this year [1553], he was seized with a deep cough, and all medicines that were used did rather increase than lessen it. He was so ill when the parliament met, that he was not able to go to Westminster, but ordered their first meeting and the sermon to be at Whitehall. In the time of his sickness, Bishop Ridley preached before him, and took occasion to run out much on works of charity, and the obligation that lay on men of high condition to be eminent in good works. This touched the king to the quick; so that, presently after the sermon, he sent for the Bishop. And, after he had commanded him to sit down by him, and be covered, he resumed most of the heads of the sermon, and said he looked upon himself as chiefly touched by it. He desired

him, as he had already given him the exhortation in general, so to direct him to do his duty in that particular. The bishop astonished at this tenderness in so young a prince, burst forth in tears, expressing how much he was overjoyed to see such inclinations in him, but told him he must consult with the lord mayor and court of aldermen. So the king wrote by him to them to consult speedily how the poor should be relieved. They considered there were three sorts of poor; such as were so by natural infirmity or folly, as impotent persons, and madmen or idiots; such as

were so by accident, as sick or maimed persons; and such as, by their idleness, did cast themselves into poverty. So the king ordered the Greyfriars' church. near Newgate, with the revenues belonging to it, to be a house for orphans; St. Bartholomew's, near Smithfield, to be an hospital; and gave his own house of Bridewell to be a place of correction and work for such as were wilfully idle. He also confirmed and enlarged the grant for the hospital of St. Thomas in Southwark, which he had erected and endowed in August last. And when he set his hand to these foundations, which was not done before the 5th of June this year, he thanked God that had prolonged his life till he had finished that design. So he was the first founder of those houses, which, by many great additions since that time, have risen to be amongst the noblest in Europe.

He expressed, in the whole course of his sickness, great submission to the will of God, and seemed glad at the approaches of death; only, the consideration of religion and the church touched him much; and upon that account he said he was desirous of life.

* His distemper rather increased than abated; so that the physicians had no hope of his recovery. Upon which a confident woman came, and undertook his cure, if he might be put into her hands. This was done, and the physicians were put from him, upon this pretence, that, they having no hopes of his recovery, in a desperate case desperate remedies were to be applied. This was said to be the Duke of Northumberland's advice in particular; and it increased the people's jealousy of him, when they saw the king grew sensibly worse every day after he came under the woman's care; which becoming so plain, she was put from him, and the physicians were again sent for,

and took him into their charge. But if they had small hopes before, they had none at all now. Death thus hastening on him, the Duke of Northumberland, who had done but half his work, except he had got the king's sister in his hands, got the council to write to them in the king's name, inviting them to come and keep him company in his sickness. But as they were on the way, on the 6th of July, his spirits and body were so sunk, that he found death approaching; and so he composed himself to die in a most devout manHis whole exercise was in short prayers and ejaculations. The last that he was heard to use was in these words: Lord God, deliver me out of this miserable and wretched life, and take me among thy chosen; howbeit, not my will, but thine be done; Lord I commit my spirit to thee. O Lord thou

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knowest how happy it were for me to be with thee; yet for thy chosen's sake, send me life and health, that I may truly serve thee. Oh my Lord God, bless my people and save thine inheritance. O Lord God, save thy chosen people of England: O Lord God, defend this realm, and maintain thy true religion, that I and my people may praise thy holy name, for Jesus Christ his sake." Seeing some about him, he seemed troubled that they were so near, and had heard him; but with a pleasant countenance, he said he had been praying to God. And soon after, the pangs of death coming upon him, he said to Sir Henry Sidney, who was holding him in his arms, 'I am faint; Lord have mercy on me, and receive my spirit;' and so he breathed out his innocent soul.

Thus died King Edward VI., that incomparable young prince. He was then in the sixteenth year of his age, and was counted the wonder of that time.