Subduing and subdued, the petty strife SKETCHES FROM THE SACRED DRAMAS. A MOTHER'S LOVE. -A TENDER mother lives In many lives; through many a nerve she feels; Nor does division weaken, nor the force Parental love. All other passions change Unfed by hope. A mother's fondness reigns A GOOD CONSCIENCE. The ostentatious virtues which still press These have their meed at once. But there's a joy, To the fond votaries of Fame unknown To hear the still small voice of Conscience speak Its whispered plaudit to the silent soul! FAVOR IS FLEETING. -Dost thou not know That of all fickle Fortune's transient gifts, FAITH. O Faith! thou wonder-working principle- What cannot man sustain, by thee sustained! WISDOM. Wisdom, whose fruits are purity and peace! And said that all was good! Wisdom, blest beam! The spotless mirror of the power of God! The reflex image of the all perfect Mind! If riches are desired, wisdom is wealth; Forbidden, of Chaldean sorcery, But from the piercing ken of deep Foreknowledge. TRUST IN GOD. Know, God is everywhere: Through all the vast infinitude of space; ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD.* DEAR good Mrs. Barbauld-how vividly comes the remembrance of her "Hymns in Prose" over my heart, mingling with those pleasant recollections of my childhood; the thought of the earliest violet, always gathered by me for my mother's own eye, and the birds' nests in that thicket of evergreens, which, duly as the spring came round, was my aviary, and almost my abiding place! Yes, there I first read her sweet "Hymns" and learned to love her name, and none dearer to me shall I twine in my "Wreath." Like the Lavender, whose rich fragrance makes us prize its simple flower, her poetry will be treasured, because imbued with those pure and enduring qualities of truth and feeling which require little ornament. The genius of Mrs. Barbauld seems never to have incited her to attempt a wide range, or a very lofty flight; but in the sphere she chose, her taste and observation were correct and delicately nice; and her moral feelings were elevated and bright with all that is best and holiest in our nature. Hence she succeeded better in those compositions which were addressed to the heart, than in her more studied efforts to engage the imagination and the reasoning powers. Her Hymns in Prose" are more truly poetical than her 66 *Her "Works," with a "Memoir" by Lucy Aikin, are printed in two handsome volumes, which ought to be in the library of every lady. rhymes; because in the former, the heart pours itself out in that true divinity of poetry, the love of Nature, and of Nature's God, unfettered by those rules of verse, which to her mind must, we think, always have proved heavy and irksome. Her prose is written with more freedom and apparent ease than her poetry; and her style is vigorous and elegant. There is a benignity, mingled with sprightliness, in many of her productions, which seems breathed from a happy as well as innocent heart: and it adds very much to our pleasure when reading a delightful book, to feel assured that it was written in the same spirit of complacency. This pleasure we always enjoy over the works of Mrs. Barbauld. The maiden name of this poetess was Aiken. She was the only daughter of the Rev. John Aiken; and was born at the village of Kibworth Harcourt, in Leicestershire, June, 1743. She exhibited in her earliest. infancy an uncommon quickness of apprehension, and though her education was entirely domestic, and her literary advantages in youth quite circumscribed, yet her own industry and talents overcame all these obstacles, and she became an authoress of high repute, before her marriage with the Rev. Rochemont Barbauld, which took place in 1774. From that time she devoted the greatest portion of her time and thoughts to the assistance of her husband, who was for many years engaged in superintending the education of a select number of boys from among the first families. Mrs. Barbauld seems to have had a tender love for children, though she had none of her own; and the aid she rendered her excellent husband in the education of his pupils, was, without doubt, of much service in disciplining and strengthening her own mind. She survived her husband a number of years, devoting her widowhood to deeds of benevolence and her literary pursuits. Her own |