26.

And Angels who around their glorious Queen
In adoration bent their heads abased;
And infant faces in their dreams were seen
Hovering on cherub-wings; and Spirits placed
To be their guards invisible, who chased
With fiery arms their fiendish foes away:
Such visions overheated fancy traced,
Peopling the night with a confused array

32.

Mortal, and yet at the Archangel's voice
To put on immortality. That call
Shall one day make the sentient dust rejoice;
These bodies then shall rise and cast off ali
Corruption, with whate'er of earthly thrall
Had clogg'd the heavenly image, then set free.
How then should Death a Christian's heart appa
Lo, Heaven for you is open; ... enter ye

27.

To all who from an old erratic course

Of life, within the Jesuit's fold were led,
The change was perilous. They felt the force
Of habit, when till then in forests bred,

A thick perpetual umbrage overhead,
They came to dwell in open light and air.
This ill the Fathers long had learnt to dread,
And still devised such means as might prepare
The new-reclaim'd unhurt this total change to bear.

33.

This hope supported Mooma, hand in hand
When with Yeruti at the grave she stood.
Less even now of death they understand
Than of the joys eternal that ensued ;
The bliss of infinite beatitude

To them had been their teacher's favourite them
Wherewith their hearts so fully were imbued.
That it the sole reality might seem,

Life, death, and all things else, a shadow or a dream

46.

Yet he had no misgiving at the sight;
And wherefore should he? he had acted well,
And deeming of the ways of God aright,
Knew that to such as these, whate'er befell

Must needs for them be best. But who could dwell

Unmoved upon the fate of one so young,

So blithesome late? What marvel if tears fell,
From that good man as over her he hung,

52.

They marvell'd, therefore, when the youth once m
Rose from his bed and walk'd abroad again;
Severe had been the malady, and sore
The trial, while life struggled to maintain
Its seat against the sharp assaults of pain:
But life in him was vigorous; long he lay
Ere it could its ascendency regain,

Then when the natural powers resumed their sway

tongue!

47.

She saw him weep, and she could understand The cause thus tremulously that made him speak. By his emotion moved she took his hand; A gleam of pleasure o'er her pallid cheek Pass'd, while she look'd at him with meaning meek, And for a little while, as loth to part, Detaining him, her fingers lank and weak, Play'd with their hold; then letting him depart She gave him a slow smile that touch'd him to the heart.

48.

Mourn not for her! for what hath life to give That should detain her ready spirit here? Thinkest thou that it were worth a wish to live, Could wishes hold her from her proper sphere? That simple heart, that innocence sincere The world would stain. Fitter she ne'er could be For the great change; and now that change is near, Oh who would keep her soul from being free? Maiden beloved of Heaven, to die is best for thee!

49.

She hath pass'd away, and on her lips a smile
Hath settled, fix'd in death. Judged they aright,
Or suffer'd they their fancy to beguile
The reason, who believed that she had sight
Of Heaven before her spirit took its flight;
That Angels waited round her lowly bed;
And that in that last effort of delight,
When lifting up her dying arms, she said,

53.

The first inquiry when his mind was free,
Was for his sister. She was gone, they said,
Gone to her Mother, evermore to be
With her in Heaven. At this no tears he se
Nor was he seen to sorrow for the dead;
But took the fatal tidings in such part
As if a dull unfeeling nature bred

His unconcern; for hard would seem the heart To which a loss like his no suffering could impert 54.

How little do they see what is, who frame
Their hasty judgement upon that which seems!
Waters that babble on their way proclaim
A shallowness: but in their strength deep stream
Flow silently. Of death Yeruti deems
Not as an ill, but as the last great good,
Compared wherewith all other he esteems
Transient and void: how then should thought is
trude

Of sorrow in his heart for their beatitude?

55.

While dwelling in their sylvan solitude
Less had Yeruti learnt to entertain

A sense of age than death. He understood
Something of death from creatures he had shit:
But here the ills which follow in the train
Of age had first to him been manifest,...
The shrunken form, the limbs that move with pain
The failing sense, infirmity, unrest,...

50.

St. Joachin's had never seen a day
Of such profuse and general grief before,
As when with tapers, dirge, and long array
The Maiden's body to the grave they bore.
All eyes, all hearts, her early death deplore ;
Yet wondering at the fortune they lament,
They the wise ways of Providence adore,
By whom the Pastor surely had been sent

56.

Nor had he lost the dead: they were but gone
Before him, whither he should shortly go.
Their robes of glory they had first put on;
He, cumber'd with mortality, below
Must yet abide awhile, content to know
He should not wait in long expectance here.
What cause then for repining, or for woe?
Soon shall he join them in their heavenly sphere.

51.

This was, indeed, a chosen family,

For Heaven's especial favour mark'd, they said; Shut out from all mankind they seem'd to be,

Yet mercifully there were visited,

That so within the fold they might be led,

Then call'd away to bliss. Already two In their baptismal innocence were dead; The third was on the bed of death they knew, And in the appointed course must presently ensue.

57.

"Twas but in open day to close his eyes, And shut out the unprofitable view Of all this weary world's realities, And forthwith, even as if they lived anew, The dead were with him; features, form and ha And looks and gestures were restored again: Their actual presence in his heart he knew; And when their converse was disturb'd, oh then How flat and stale it was to mix with living men!

62.

But the old Indian came again ere long
With the same tale, and freely then confest
His doubt that he had done Yeruti wrong;
For something more than common seem'd imprest;
And now he thought that certes it were best
From the youth's lips his own account to hear,
Haply the Father then to his request
Might yield, regarding his desire sincere,

sedate.

67.

Regular his pulse, from all disorder free,

The vital powers perform'd their part assign'd;
And to whate'er was ask'd, collectedly

He answer'd. Nothing troubled him in mind;
Why should it? Were not all around him kind?
Did not all love him with a love sincere,
And seem in serving him a joy to find?
He had no want, no pain, no grief, no fear;

1 A case precisely of the same kind is mentioned by Mr. Mariner. "A young Chief at Tonga, a very handsome man, was inspired by the ghost of a woman in Bolotoo, who had fallen in love with him. On a sudden he felt himself lowspirited, and shortly afterwards fainted away. When he came to himself he was very ill, and was taken accordingly to the house of a priest. As yet he did not know who it was that inspired him, but the priest informed him that it was a woman of Bolotoo, mentioning her name, who had died some years before, and who wished him now to die, that he might be near her. He accordingly died in two days. The Chief said he suspected this from the dreams he had had at different times,

when the figure of a woman came to him in the night. Mr. Mariner was with the sick Chief three or four times during his illness, and heard the priest foretell his death, and relate the occasion of it."- Mariner.

The following similar case appeared in a newspaper:"Died, on Sunday evening, the 14th instant, John Sackeouse, aged 22, a native of the west coast of Greenland. This Eskimaux has occupied a considerable share of the public attention, and his loss will be very generally felt. He had already rendered important service to the country in the late expedition of discovery, and great expectations were naturally formed of the utility which he would prove on the expedition

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68.

Thy will be done, Father in heaven who art!
The Pastor said, nor longer now denied;
But with a weight of awe upon his heart
Enter'd the church, and there the font beside,
With holy water, chrism and salt applied,
Perform'd in all solemnity the rite.

His feeling was that hour with fear allied;
Yeruti's was a sense of pure delight, [bright.
And while he knelt his eyes seem'd larger and more

69.

His wish hath been obtain'd, and this being done His soul was to its full desire content. The day in its accustom'd course pass'd on, The Indian mark'd him ere to rest he went, How o'er his beads, as he was wont, he bent, And then, like one who casts all care aside, Lay down. The old man fear'd no ill event, When, "Ye are come for me!" Yeruti cried; "Yes, I am ready now!" and instantly he died.

ΤΟ

CAROLINE BOWLES.

Could I look forward to a distant day
With hope of building some elaborate lay,
Then would I wait till worthier strains of mine
Might bear inscribed thy name, O Caroline!
For I would, while my voice is heard on earth,
Bear witness to thy genius and thy worth.
But we have both been taught to feel with fear
How frail the tenure of existence here,
What unforeseen calamities prevent,
Alas, how oft! the best resolved intent;
And therefore this poor volume I address
To thee, dear friend, and sister Poetess.

Keswick, Feb. 21. 1829.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

ALL FOR LOVE,

OR A SINNER WELL SAVED.

THE story of the following Poem is taken from a Life of St. Basil, ascribed to his contemporary St. Amphilochius, Bishop of Iconium; a Latin version of which, made by

about to sail for Baffin's Bay. The Admiralty, with great liberality and judgment, had directed the greatest pains to be taken in his farther education; and he had been several months in Edinburgh with this view, when he was seized with a violent inflammation in the chest, which carried him off in a few days. He was extremely docile, and though rather slow in the attainment of knowledge, he was industrious, zealous, and cheerful, and was always grateful for the kindness and attention shown to him. His amiable disposition and simple manners had interested those who had opportunities of knowing him personally, in a way that will not soon be forgotten. To the public his loss, we fear, is irreparable.

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Cardinal Ursus in the ninth century, is inserted by Roswerde among the Lives of the Fathers, in his compilation Hutong Eremitica. The original had not then been printed, bu Rosweyde obtained a copy of it from the Royal Library at Paris. He intimates no suspicion concerning the authenticn of the life, or the truth of this particular legend; observing only, that "hæc narratio apud solum invenitur Ampha chium." It is, indeed, the flower of the work, and as such had been culled by some earlier translator than Ursus.

The very learned Dominican, P. François Combefis, pub lished the original with a version of his own, and endeavours to establish its authenticity in opposition to Baronius, whe supposed the life to have been written by some other Ampáš lochius, not by the Bishop of Iconium. Had Combes porsessed powers of mind equal to his erudition, he might eve then have been in some degree prejudiced upon this schiet for, according to Baillet, "il avoit un attachement particulier pour S. Basile." His version is inserted in the Acta Sanctor (Jun. t. ii. pp. 937-957.) But the Bollandist Baert brands the life there as apocryphal; and in his annotations trans Combefis more rudely, it may be suspected, than he would have done, had he not belonged to a rival and hostile order. Should the reader be desirous of comparing the Poem with the Legend, he may find the story, as transcribed from Rasweyde, in the Note below.

I.

A YOUTH hath enter'd the Sorcerer's door, But he dares not lift his eye,

For his knees fail and his flesh quakes, And his heart beats audibly.

to his friends it is doubly severe. Just before his death, the poor Eskimaux said he knew he was going to die; that t father and mother had died in the same way; and that hi sister, who was the last of all his relations, had just appeared to him and called him away."— Edinburgh Courant, Feb. 13. 1

FROM THE LIFE OF S. BASIL THE GREAT, BY S. AMPHILOCHUS BISHOP OF ICONIUM.

Rosweyde, Vita Patrum, pp. 156—158. "Helladius autem sanctæ recordationis, qui inspector & minister fuit miraculorum quæ ab eo patrata sunt, quç