O! change-stupendous change!
There lies the soulless clod!
The sun eternal breaks;
The new immortal wakes -
Wakes with his God.

MARINER'S HYMN.
LAUNCH thy bark, mariner!
Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder-bands -
Good angels lead thee!
Set thy sails warily,
Tempests will come;
Steer thy course steadily;
Christian, steer home!
Look to the weather-bow,
Breakers are round thee;
Let fall the plummet now,
Shallows may ground thee.
Reef in the foresail, there!
Hold the helm fast!
So let the vessel wear-
There swept the blast.

JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE.

1775-1841.

[BORN at Seville, Spain, July 11, 1775; of an Irish Catholic family; ordained a priest, 1799; came to England in 1810; left the Catholic Church, and became a tutor in the family of Lord Holland; resided in London as a man of letters, contributing to leading reviews and periodicals, and producing several works in Spanish and English. Among his works were, Letters from Spain, 1822; Practical and Internal Evidence Against Catholicism, 1825; Second Travels of an Irish Gentleman in Search of a Religion, 1833. Died at Liverpool, May 20, 1841. His Sonnet to Night was called by Coleridge the finest in the language.]

CHARLES LAMB.

1775-1834.

[BORN in the Temple, London, February 10, 1775; was educated at Christ's Hospital, with Coleridge for a school-fellow; became clerk in the India House, 1792; retired on a pension, 1825: died December 27, 1834. His poetry is as follows:- Poems by S. T. Coleridge, second Edition, to which are now added poems by Charles Lamb and Charles Lloyd, 1797. Blank Verse, by Charles Lloyd and Charles Lamb, 1798. Poetry for Children, entirely original; by the Author of Mrs. Leicester's School, 1809. Poems in The Works of Charles Lamb, 1818. Album Verses, with a few others, by Charles Lamb, 1830.]

THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,

How some they have died, and some

they have left me,

And some are taken from me; all are departed;

In my days of childhood, in my joyful All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

THE GRANDAME.

ON the green hill top,

Hard by the house of prayer, a modest roof,

And not distinguished from its neighbor-barn,

Save by a slender-tapering length of spire,

The Grandame sleeps. A plain stone barely tells

The name and date to the chance passenger.

For lowly born was she, and long had eat,

Well-earned, the bread of service: -
hers was else

A mounting spirit, one that entertained
Scorn of base action, deed dishonorable,
Or aught unseemly. I remember well
Her reverend image: I remember, too,
With what a zeal she served her mas-
ter's house:

And how the prattling tongue of garru-
lous age

Delighted to recount the oft-told tale
Or anecdote domestic. Wise she was,
And wondrous skilled in genealogies,
And could in apt and voluble terms dis

course

Of births, of titles, and alliances;

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.
1775-1864.

[WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR was born at Warwick, Jan. 30, 1775; died at Florence, Dec. 17, 1804. He resided in Italy almost continuously from 1815 to 1835, and afterwards twenty-one years in Bath. His writings, the dates of which range from 1795 to almost the year of his death, were first collected by himself in two large volumes (1846), and afterwards (1876), with his Life, by Mr. John Forster, in eight vols. 8vo.]

And I will tell sometimes the fate of It stood so near him, so acute each