Speed thou the work, Redeemer of the World! Remote from cheerful intercourse of men,

That the long miseries of mankind may cease ! Hath he indulged his melancholy mood,
Where'er the Red Cross banner is unfurled

And like the hermit in some sullen den,
There let it carry truth, and light, and peace! Fed his distempered mind in solitude ?
Did not the Angels who announced thy birth, Or have fanatic dreams distraught his sense,
Proclaim it with the sound of Peace on Earth?

That thus he should presume with boid irreverence?

III. Bless thou this happy Island, that the stream

O Royal Lady, ill they judge the heart of blessing far and wide from hence may flow!

That reverently approaehes thee to-day, Bless it that so thy saving Mercy's beam

And anxious to perform its fitting part, Reflected hence may shine on all below!

Prefers the tribute of this duteous lay! THY KINGDOM COME! THY WILL BE DONE, O LORD!

Not with displeasure should his song be read AND BE Tay HoLY NAME THROUGH ALL THE WORLD

Who prays for Heaven's best blessings on thy head.

Thus as Speranza cried she clasped her hands,

And heavenward lifted them in ardent prayer.

He prays that many a year may pass away Lo! at the act the vaulted roof expands,

Ere the State call thee from a life of love; Heaven opens,—and in empyreal air

Vexed by no public cares, that day by day Pouring its splendours through the inferior sky,

Thy heart the dear domestic joys may prove, More bright than noon-day suns the Cross appears on

And gracious Heaven thy chosen nuptials bless

With all a Wife's and all a Mother's happiness.
A strain of heavenly harmony ensued,

Such as but once to mortal ears was known, - He prays, that for thine own and England's sake,
The voice of that Angelic Multitude

The Virtues and the Household Charities
Who in their Orders stand around the Throne; Their favoured seat beside thy hearth may take;
Peace Upon EARTA, GOOD WILL TO MEN! they sung, That when the Nation thither turn their eyes,
And Heaven and Earth with that prophetic anthem There the conspicuous model they may find

Of all which makes the bliss of human-kind.
In holy fear I fell upon the ground,

And hid my face, unable to endure

He prays, that when the sceptre to thy land The glory, or sustain the piercing sound :

In due succession shall descend at length, In fear and yet in trembling joy, for sure

Prosperity and Peace may bless the Land, My soul that hour yearned strongly to be free,

Truth be thy counsellor, and Heaven thy strength ; That it might spread its wings in immortality.

That every tongue thy praises may proclaim,

And every heart in secret bless thy name.
Gone was the glory when I raised my head,
But in the air appeared a form half-seen,

Below with shadows dimly garmented,

He prays, that thou mayest strenuously maintain And indistinct and dreadful was his mien :

The wise laws handed down from sire to son : Yet when I gazed intentlier, I could trace

He prays, that under thy auspicious reign Divinest beauty in that awful face.

All may be added which is left undone,

To make the realm, its polity complete,

In all things happy as in all things great :
Hear me, O Princess! said the shadowy form,
As in administering this mighty land

Thou with thy best endeavour shalt perform

That through the will of thy enlightened mind, The will of Heaven, so shall my faithful hand

Brute man may be to social life reclaimed : Thy great and endless recompense supply ;

That in compassion for forlorn mankind, My name is DEATH : THE LAST BEST FRIEND AMI!

The saving Faith may widely be proclaimed
Through erring lands, beneath thy fostering care;-

This is his ardent hope, his loyal prayer.

Is this the Nuptial Song ? with brow severe

In every cottage may thy power be blest, Perchance the votaries of the world will say:

For blessings which should every-where abound; Are these fit strains for Royal ears to hear?

Thy will beneficent from East to West What man is he who thus assorts his lay,

May bring forth good where'er the sun goes round; And dares pronounce with inauspicious breath, And thus through future times should CHARLOTTE's fame In Hymeneal verse, the name of Death!

Surpass our great Eliza's golden name.

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Her younger sister, that Speranza hight,
Was clad in blue that ber beseemed well;
Not all so chearful seemed shu of sight
As was her sister; whetber dread did dwell,
Or anguish in her heart, is hard to tell.
Upon her arm a silver anchor lay,
Whereon she leaned ever, as befell:

And ever up to leaven as she did pray,
Her stedfast eyes were bent, ne swarved other way.

Faery Queen, Book I, c. 10.


Note 4, page 515, col. 1. Her sister to the same divinest page Taught me to know.

Note 1, page 514, col. 2.

The short parenthesis of life" is all. I have borrowed this striking expression from Storer.

All as my chrysom, so my winding sheet;

Nono joy'd my birth, none mouro'd my death to see ;
The sbort parenthesis of life was swee:,

But short ;-what was before, unknown to me,
And wbat must follow is the Lord's decree.

SIORER'S Life and Deuth of Wolsey. Let me insert here a beautiful passage from this forgotien poet, whose work has been retrieved from oblivion in the Heliconia. Wolsey is speaking.

More fit ibo dirige of a mournful quiro
In dull sad notes all sorrows to exceed,
For him in whom the Prince's love is dead.

She was a woman in her freshest ago,
Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare,
With goodly grace and comely personage,
That was on earth not easy to compare,
Full of great love.

Faery Queen, Book I, c. 10,

I am the tomb where that affection lies,

That was the closct where it living kept: Yet wise men say affection dever dies:

Note 5, page 515, col. 2.

Earth's melancholy map.* A part how small of the terraqueous globe Is tenanted by man! the rest a waste; Rocks, deserts, frozen sens, and burning sands, Wild baunts of monsters, poisons, stings, and death! Such is Earth's melancholy map! but far More sad! this earth is a true map of man.

Young, Night I, 6. 285.

No, but it turns, and when it long bath slept,

Looks henvy, like the eye that long haih wept. O could it die, -that were a restful state! But living, it converts to deadly hate.

Note 2, page 515, col. 1. Daughter of Calia and Speranza bight.

4. Dame Calia men did her call as thought From Heaven to come, or thither to arise.

It is the moral rather than the physical map which cught to excite this mournful feeling,—but such contemplations ought to excite our hope and our zeal also, for how large a part of all existing evil, physical as well as moral, is remediable by human means !

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Once more I see thee, Skiddaw! once again

Behold thee in thy majesty serene,
The first part of this Poem describes a journey to the Where like the bulwark of this favoured plain,

Alone thou standest, monarch of the scenescene of war. The second is in an allegorical form; it

Thou glorious Mountain, on whose ample breast exposes the gross material philosophy which has been the guiding principle of the French politicians, from The sunbeams love to play, the vapours love to rest! Mirabeau to Buonaparte; and it states the opinions of

II. those persons who lament the restoration of the Bour- Once more, O Derwent, to thy awful shores bons, because the hopes which they entertained from the French Revolution have not been realized; and of And listening as the eternal torrent roars,

I come, insatiate of the accustomed sight; those who see only evil, or blind chance, in the course

Drink in with eye and car a fresh delight: of human events.

For I have wandered far by land and sea, To the Christian philosopher all things are consistent in all my wanderings still remembering thee. and clear. Our first parents brought with them the light of natural religion and the moral law: as men de

III. parted from these, they tended toward barbarous and Twelve years, (how large a part of man's brief day!) savage life ; large portions of the world are in this de- Nor idly, nor ingloriously spent, generated state ; still, upon the great scale, the human of evil and of good have held their way, race, from the beginning, has been progressive. But Since first upon thy baoks I pitched my tent. the direct object of Buona parte was to establish a mili. Hither I came in manhood's active prime, tary despotism wherever his power extended ; and the And here my head hath felt the touch of time. immediate and inevitable consequence of such a system is to brutalize and degrade mankind. The contest in

IV. which this country was engaged against that Tyrant, Heaven hath with goodly increase blest me here, was a struggle between good and evil principles, and

Where childless and opprest with grief I came; never was there a victory so important to the best hopes With voice of fervent thankfulness sincere of human nature as that which was won by Britislı Let me the blessings which are mine proclaim; valour at Waterloo,-its effects extending over the Here I possess, - what more should I require ? whole civilized world, and involving the vital interests of Books, children, leisure,-all my heart's desire. all mankind. That victory leaves England in security and peace.

V. In no age and in no country has man ever existed under O joyful hour, when to our longing home circumstances so favourable to the full development The long-expected wheels at length drew nigh! of his moral and intellectual faculties, as in England at When the first sound went forth, « they come! they this time. The peace which she has won by the battle

come ! » of Waterloo, leaves her at leisure to pursue the

grcat And hope's impatience quickened every eye! objects and duties of bettering her own condition, and « Never had man whom Heaven would beap with bliss diffusing the blessings of civilization and Christianity. More glad return, more happy hour than this.»

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Aloft on yonder bench, with arms dispread,

My boy stood, shouting there his father's name, Waving his hat around his happy head;

And there, a younger group, his sisters came: Smiling they stood with looks of pleased surprise, While tears of joy seen in elder eyes.

XIV. Soon they grew blithe as they were wont to be;

Her old endearments cach began to seek: And Isabel drew near to climb my kneee,

And pat with fondling hand her father's check; With voice and touch and look reviving thus The feelings which had slept in long disuse.

VII. Soon each and all came crowding round to share

The cordial greeting, the beloved sight;
What welcomings of hand and lip were there!

And wlien those overtlowings of delight
Subsided to a sense of quiet bliss,
Life hash no purer, deeper happiness.

But there stood one whose heart could entertain

And comprehend the fulloess of the joy;
The father, teacher, playmate, was again

Come to his only and his studious boy:
And be beheld again that mother's eye,
Which wil!ı sucli ceaseless care had watched his

Bring forth the treasures now,-a proud display,-

For rich as Eastern merchants we return !
Behold the black Beguine, the Sister grey,

The Friars wliose heads with sober motion turn, The Ark well-filled with all its numerous hives, Noah and Shem and Ham and Japhet, and their wives.

The young companion of our weary way

Found here the end desired of all her ills; She who in sickness pining many a day

Huggered and thirsted for her native hills, Forgetful pow of sufferings past and pain, Rejoiced to see her own dear home again.

IX. Recovered


the homesick mountaineer Sate by the playmate of her infancy, Her twin-like comrade, -rendered doubly dear

For that long ahsence: full of life was she, With voluble discourse and eager mien Telling of all the wonders slie had seen.

XVII. The tumbler, loose of limb; the wrestlers twain,

And many a toy beside of quaint device, Which, when liis fleecy troops no more can gain

Their pasture on the mountains hoar with ice, The Gerinan shepherd carves with curious knife, Earning in casy toil the food of frugal life.

Here silently between her parents stood

My dark-eyed Bertha, timid as a dove; And gently oft from time to time she wooed

Pressure of hand, or word, or look of love, With impulse shy of bashful tenderness, Soliciting again the wished caress.

It was a group which Richter, had he viewed,

Might have deemed worthy of his perfect skill; The keen impatience of the younger brood,

Their cager eyes and fingers never still; The hope, the wonder, and the restless joy Of those glad girls, and that vociferous boy!

XI. The younger

twain in wonder lost were they, My gentle Kate, and my sweet Isabel: Long of our promised coming, day by day

It had been their delight to hear and tell; And now when dat long-promised hour was come, Surprise and wakening memory held them dumb.

The aged friend serene with quiet smile,

Who in their pleasure finds her own delight;
The mother's heart-felt bappiness the while;

The aunts, rejoicing in the joyful sight; And he who in his gaiety of heart, With glib and noisy tongue performed the showman's part.

XX. Scoff


who will ! but let me, gracious Heaven, Preserve this boyish heart till life's last day! For so that inward light by Nature given

Shall still direct, and cheer me on my way, And briglitening as the shades of age descend, Shine forth with licavenly radiance at the end.

For in the infant mind, as in the old,

When to its second childhood life declines,
A dim and troubled

power doth Memory hold: But soon the light of young Remembrance shines Renewed, and influences of dormant love Wakened within, with quickening influence move.

XIII. (happy season theirs, when absence brings

Small feeling of privation, none of pain, Yet at the present object love re-springs,

As night-closed flowers at morn expand again! Vor deem our second infancy unblest, When gradually composed we sink to rest.

XXI. This was the morning light vouchsafed, which led

My favoured footsteps to the Muses' hill, Whose arduous paths I have not ceased to tread,

From good to better persevering still;
And if but self-approved, to praise or blame
Indifferent, while I toil for lasting famc.

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