BLANCO WHITE. Born 1773. Died 1840. NIGHT AND DEATH. MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet, 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. Born 1784. Died 1842. A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Oh, for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze, There's tempest in yon hornèd moon, Our heritage the sea. HARTLEY COLERIDGE Born 1796. Died 1849. ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A BIBLE, HEN I received this volume small, WH My years were barely seventeen ; When it was hoped I should be all, Which once, alas! I might have been. A a And now my years are thirty-five, And every mother hopes her lamb, Will never be what now I am. But yet should any chance to look Oh tell them though my purpose lame Of what men are, and why they are, MARY MAGDALENE. HE sat and wept beside His feet; the weight SHE Of sin oppressed her heart: for all the blame, She sat and wept, and with her untressed hair, And He wiped off the soiling of despair From her sweet soul, because she loved so much. I am a sinner full of doubts and fears, Make me a humble thing of love and tears. JAMES MONTGOMERY. Born 1771. Died 1854. THE COMMON LOT. NCE, in the flight of ages past, ON There lived a Man :-and WHO was HE? Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast, That Man resembled thee. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he died unknown : His name has perished from the earth; This truth survives alone : That joy and grief, and hope and fear, The bounding pulse, the languid limb, He suffered, but his pangs are o'er ; He loved,—but whom he loved, the grave He saw whatever thou hast seen; Encountered all that troubles thee: He was-whatever thou hast been; He is what thou shalt be. The rolling seasons, day and night, Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, Erewhile his portion, life, and light, To him exist in vain. The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins since the world began, Of him afford no other trace Than this,-THERE LIVED A MAN! JOHN WILSON. Born 1788. Died 1854. THE EVENING CLOUD. A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow: Long had I watched the glory moving on While every breath of eve that chanced to blow |