and show you what you are. My Hymn-Book I leave to my dear mother." He was always anxious for the spiritual prosperity of his school-fellows, and often mentioned them in his prayers. The master states, that on visiting him a few days before he died, he was much affected by his saying to him, with much emphasis and feeling, "O master, get all the children to heaven you can!" The last week he lived, he had some very serious and affecting conversation with his father in the prospect of death. "Father," he said, "do continue to keep in the ways of God, and to read the Scriptures, and pray in the family. Your reading and praying twice a day have been a great blessing to me. Thus he continued to converse with all around him on that subject which ever lay nearest to his heart, constantly praising and blessing God, and bearing his sufferings with lamb-like patience. Not a murmur or repining word ever escaped his lips. He delighted to talk of Jesus; and some of his last words were uttered in recommending his blessed Saviour to those around him. The schoolmaster, Mr. Davis, visited him for the two last evenings before he died. He could then with difficulty articulate but his broken accents consisted of prayer and praise. The last words the master heard him utter, were, "I am happy, happy! Jesus Christ is all, is all!" Just before his dissolution, being apparently insensible, he, to the surprise of all present, recognized his weeping father. Reaching out to him his hand, and being unable to speak, with his finger he pointed upwards; and having thus, with his last act, recommended that heaven into which his happy spirit was then entering, he expired, aged twelve years. JOHN SCOTT. POETRY. THE DIVER. BY MRS. HEMANS. -Wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering, what they teach in song. THOU hast been where the rocks of coral grow, Thy cheek is pale, and thy heart beats low, Thou hast look'd on the gleaming wealth of old, 'Midst wrecks where the brave have striven; The deep is a strong and a fearful hold, But thou its bars hast riven. A wild and weary life is thine, Though the treasure-grots for thee may shine, A weary life!-but a swift decay In thy dim eye, on thy hollow cheek, And bright in beauty's coronal But who shall think on thee? None! - -as it gleams from the queen-like head, Wo! for the wealth so dearly bought ! Who win for earth the gems of thought, Down to the gulfs of the soul they go, From many a buried urn; Wringing from lava-veins, the fire And who will think, when the strain is sung What life-drops, from the minstrel wrung, None! none !-his treasures live like thine, Thou hast been to the pearl's dark shrine, James Nichols, Printer, 2, Warwick Square, London. THIS manor was, in the reign of King Henry the Third, the property of a family surnamed De Eastwell. It subsequently passed through several families, till it was conveyed by Daniel, the seventh Earl of Winchelsea, and third Earl of Nottingham, to his nephew, George Finch Hatton Esq.; whose descendant, the present Earl of Winchelsea, is now its possessor. The family mansion, called Eastwell-Place, was pulled down by the late possessor, and rebuilt under the direction of Bonomi. It is a large edifice, without exterior ornament, standing in an extensive park, well furnished with deer, and rendered interesting by a bold and commanding inequality of ground.* In the north-west part is a high hill, clothed with fine woods, through which eight avenues or walks, called the Star-walks, branch off in opposite directions, from an octagon plain on the top of the hill. The views from this quarter are extremely fine, and of very great extent. From the summit of one of the hills, both the seas may be plainly seen, namely, that at the Buoy off the Nore, at the joint mouth of the Thames and Medway, towards the north; and the other to the south, over Romney Marsh, towards the coast of France." History of Kent, p. 342. |