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Of Christian aspiration, deigned to fill
pon his monstrous urn, the farewell moan Renews. Through every forest, cave, and den, Where frauds were hatched of old, bath sorrow pastlangs o'er the Arabian Prophet's native Waste Where once his airy belpers schemed and planned, Blid phantom lakos bemocking thirsty men, And stalking pillars built of fiery sand.
EDWARD VI. « Sweet is the boliness of Youth»---so felt Time-honoured Chaucer when he framed the lay By which the Prioress beguiled the way, And many a Pilgrim's rugged heart did melt. Hadst thou, loved Bard ! whose spirit often dwelt In the clear land of vision, but foreseen king, Child, and Seraph, blended in the mien Of pious Edward kneeling as he knelt In meek and simple Infancy, what joy For universal Christendom had thrilled Thy heart! what hopes inspired thy genius, skilled (O great Precursor, genuine morning Star) The lucid shafts of reason to employ, Piercing the Papal darkness from afar!
T were madness- wished we, therefore, to detain,
EDWARD SIGNING THE WARRANT FOR THE
EXECUTION OF JOAN OF KENT.
Nor these, nor yet
TRANSLATION OF THE BIBLE. But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book, lu dusty sequestration wrapt too long, Assumes the accents of our native tongue; And he who guides the plough, or wields the crook, With understanding spirit now may look l'pon ber records, listen to her song, And sift her laws-much wondering that the wrong, Which Faith has suffered, Heaven could calmly brook. Transcendant Boon! noblest that earthly King Ever bestowed to equalize and bless l'oder the weight of mortal wretchedness! But passions spread like plagues, and thousands wild With bigotry shall tread the Offering Bencath their fect-detested and defiled.
REVIVAL OF POPERY. Melts into silent shades the Youth, discrowned By unrelenting Death. O People keen For change, to whom the new looks always green! They cast, they cast with joy upon the ground Their Gods of wood and stone; and, at the sound Of counter-proclamation, now are seen, (Proud triumph is it for a sullen Queen!) Lifting them
up, the worship to confound Of the Most High. Again do they invoke The Creature, to the Creature glory give; Again with frankincense the altars smoke Like those the Heatheu served; and mass is sung; And prayer, man's rational prerogative, Runs through blind channels of an unknown tongue.
THE POINT AT ISSUE. Fon what contend the wise? for nothing less
Than ibat pure Faich dissolve the bonds of Sense ; 1 The Soul restored to God by evidence 1 of things not seen-drawn fortlı from their recess,
Root there, and not in forms, her holiness ;
Sure guidance, ere a ceremonial fence
That Faith, more perfect still, with which the Lord | Of all, himself a Spirit, in clic youtlı
LATIMER AND RIDLEY. How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled! Sec Latimer and Ridley' in the miglit
1. M. Latimer very quietly suffered his keeper 10 pull off bis hose, and his other aray, which to looke unto was very simple; and
Of Faith stand coupled for a common flight!
Most happy, re-assembled in a land
OUTSTRETCHING flame-ward his upbraided hand
GENERAL VIEW OF THE TROUBLES OF THE
METHINKS that I could trip o'er heaviest soil, Our mortal ken! Inspire a perfect trust
Light as a buoyant Bark from wave to wave, (While we look round) that Heaven's decrees are just:
Were mine the trusty Staff that JEWEL gave Which few can hold committed to a tight
To youthful Hooker, in familiar style That shews, ev'n on its better side, the might
The gift exalting, and with playful smile: ' Of proud Self-will, Rapacity, and Lust,
For thus equipped, and bearing on his head Mid clouds enveloped of polemic dust,
The Donor's farewell blessing, can he dread Which showers of blood seem rather to incite
Tempest, or length of way, or weight of toil? Than to allay.--Anathemas are hurled
More sweet than odours caught by him who sail from both sides; veteran thunders (the brute test
Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, Of Truth) are met by fulminations new
A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, Tartarian flags are caught at, and unfurled
The freight of holy feeling which we meet, Friends strike at Friends--the flying shall pursue
In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales And Victory sickens, ignorant where to rest!
From fields where good men walk, or bowers wbereie
1. On foot they went, and took Salisbury in their way, purposely ENGLISH REFORMERS IN EXILE.
10 see the good Bishop, who made Mr llocher sit at bis 04 B takt:
which Mr looker boasted of with much joy and gratitude whale SCATTERING, like Birds escaped the Fowler's net, saw his mother and friends; and at ibe Bishop's parting with bim, Some seek with timely flight a foreiga strand;
the Bishop gave him good counsel, and his benediction, but for a
to give him money; which when the Bishop had coasidered, b. Feing stripped into his shrowd, be seemed as comely a person to sent a Servant in all haste to call Richard back to hire, asist them that were present, as one should ligbtly see; and whereas in Richard's return, the Bishop said to him, · Richard, I seat for a his clothes bee appeared a witbered and crooked sillie (weak) olio back to lend you a horse which hath carried me many a mike, as man, he now stood bolt upright, as comely a rather as one might lightly I thank God, with much ease,' and presently delivered into his l_04 behold. **** Then they brought a faggouie, kindled with fire, and a walking-staff, with which he professed he had travelled thrott laid the same downe at doctor Ridley's fecto. To whome M. Latimer many parts of Germany, and be said, 'Richard, I do not give, het spake in this manner, Bee of good comfort, master Ridley, and lend you my horse ; be sure you be honest, and bring my horse bask play the man: wee shall this day light such a candle by God's to me at your return this way 10 Oxford. And I do now give you ich grace in England, as I trust shall never bee put out.'s-Fox's Acts, groats to bear your charges to Exeter; and here is ten groats me,
which I charge you to deliver to your mother, and tell ber, I sad Similar alterations in the outward figure and deportment of per- ber a Bisbop's benediction with it, and beg the continuance of her sons brought to like trial were not uncommon. See note to the above prayers for me. And if you bring my borse back to me, I will give passage in Dr Wordsworth's Eclesiastical Biography, for an examplo you ten groats more to carry you on foot to the college: and in a humbie Welsh fisherman.
Ged bless you, good Richard. 's-See Waltox's Life of Rickers I For the belief in tbis fact see the contemporary Historians. Hooker.
Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are,
Can link with desolation. Smooth and
green, And seeming, at a little distance, slow, The waters of the Rhine; but on they go
Fretting and whitening, keener and more keen, Till madness seizes on the whole wide Flood, Turned to a fearful Thing whose nostrils breathe Blasts of tempestuous smoke-wherewith he tries To hide himself, but only magnifies ; And doch in more conspicuous torment writhe, Dcafening the region in his ireful mood.
DISTRACTIONS. MEN, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy Their Forefathers; lo! Sects are formed-and split With morbid restlessness, the ecstatic fit Spreads wide; though special mysteries multiply, The Saints must govern, is their common cry; And so they labour, deeming lioly Writ Disgraced by aught that seeins coulent to sit Beneath the roof of settled Modesty. The Romanist cxults; fresh hope be draws From the confusion-craflily incites The overweening-personates the mad To beap disgust upon the worthier Cause : Totters the Throne; the new-born Church is sad, For every wave against her peace unites.
TROUBLES OF CHARLES THE FIRST. Such is the contrast, which, where'er we move, To the mind's eye Religion doth present; Now with her own deep quietness content; Then, like the mountain, thundering from above Against the ancient Pine-trees of the grove And the Land's humblest comforts. Now her mood Recals the transformation of the flood, Whose rage the gentle skies in vain reprove, Earth cannot check. O terrible excess Of headstrong will! Can this bc Piety? No-some fierce Maniac bath usurped her name; And scourges England struggling to be free: Iler
peace destroyed! her hopes a wilderness ! Her blessings cursed-her glory turned to shame!
Nor idlest that!) which holds communion | With things that were not, yet were meant to be.
Aghast within its rioomy cavity
Merciless act of sorrow infinite!
Wheu gushing, copious as a thunder-shower,
PREJUDGED by foes determined not to spare,
! In this age a word cannot be said in praise of Land, or even in compassion for bis fate, without incurring a charge of bigotry; but fcarless of such imputation, I concur with Hume, that it is sufl. cient for bis vindication to observe, that his errors were the most excusable of all those which prevailed during that zealous period. A key to the right understanding of those parts of his conduct that brought the most odium apon bim in his own time, may be found in the following passage of bis speech before the bar of the House of Peers. Ever since I came in place, I have laboured nothing more, than that the external publick worship of God, so much slighted in divers parts of this kingdom, might be preserved, aud that with as much decency and uniformity as might be. For I ovidently saw, that the publick peglect of God's service in the outward face of it, and the nasty lying of many places dedicated 10 thai service, had almost cast a damp upon the true and inward worship of God, which, while we live in the body, needs caternal helps, und all little enough to keep it in any rigour,
Tae Virgin Mountaio ?, wearing like a Queen
"A common device in religious and political conflicts. - Sve San is support of this instance.
* The Jung-frau.
AFFLICTIONS OF ENGLAND.
Or would have taught, by discipline of pain
And long privation, now dissolves amain,
To wantonness.-Away, Circean revels!
Already stands our Country on the brink O'er Sinai's top, or from ihe Shepherd King,
Of bigot rage, that all distinction levels Early awake, by Siloa's brook, to sing
Of truth and falschood, swallowing the good name, Of dread Jehovah; then, should wood and waste And, with that draught, the life-blood: misery, shame, Hear also of that name, and mercy cast
By Poets loathed; from which Historians shrink!
Yer Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind
Charged with rich words poured out in Thought's His statutes like the chambers of the deep.
To the sole temple of the inward mind;
And One there is who builds immortal lays,
Darkness before, and danger's voice behind!
Sad thoughts ; for from above the starry sphere
Come secrets, whispered nigbtly to his ear; I saw the figure of a lovely Maid
And the purc spirit of celestial light Scated alone beneath a darksome Tree,
Shines through his soul —« that he may see and tell Whose fondly overhanging canopy
Of things invisible to mortal sight.»-
CLERICAL INTEGRITY. (Or was it slecp that with my Fancy played ?)
Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject The bright corporeal presence, form, and face,
Those Unconforming; whom ope rigorous day Remaiving still distinct, grew thin and rare,
Drives from their Cures, a voluntary prey Like sunny mist; at length the golden hair,
To poverty and grief, and disrespect, Shape, limbs, and heavenly features, keeping pace
And some to want, as if by tempest wrecked Each, with the other, a lingering race
On a wild coast; how destitute ! did They
Feel not that Conscience never can betray,
Their Altars they forego, their homes they quit,
Fields which they love, and paths they daily trod,
And cast the future Last night, without a voice, this Vision spake
upon Fear to my Spirit-passion that might seem
As men the dictate of whose inward sense Wholly dissevered from our present theme;
Outweighs the world ; whom self-deceiving wit Yet do I love my Country-and partake
Lures not from what they deem the cause of God. Of kindred agitations for her sake; She visits oftentimes my midnight dream; Her glory meets me with the earliest beam
PERSECUTION OF THE SCOTTISH COVENAS. Of light, which tells that morning is awake.
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry,
The majesty of England interposed If she hath fallen and righteous Heaven restore
And the sword stopped; the bleeding wounds were closed, The prostrate, then my spring-limc is renewed,
And Faith preserved her ancient purity.
How little boots that precedent of good,
Mountain, and moor, and crowded street, where lie
The headless martyrs of the Covenant, Who comes with rapture greeted, and caress'd Slain by compatriot-protestants that draw With frantic love-his kingdom to regain?
From councils senseless as intolerant Him Virtue's Nurse, Adversity, in vain
Their warrant. Bodies fall by wild sword-law; Received, and fostered in her iron breast :
But who would force Ulic Soul, tilts with a straw For all she taught of bardicst and of best,
Against a Cbampion cased in adamant.
Henceforth, as on the bosom of a stream
ACQUITTAL OF THE BISHOPS. A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, Shatters the air and troubles tower and spireFor Justice liath absolved the lonocent, And Tyranny is balked of lier desire: Up, down, the busy Thames-rapid as fire Coursing a train of gunpowder-it went, And transport finds in every street a vent, Till the whole City rings like one vast quire. The Fathers urge the People to be still With outstretched hands and earnest speech-in vain ! Yea, many, haply wont to entertain Small reverence for the Mitre's offices, And to Religion's self no friendly will, A Prelate's blessing ask on bended knees.
WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVES.
Tuere are no colours in the fairest sky
WILLIAM THE THIRD. Calm as an under current-strong to draw Millions of waves into itself, and run, From sea to sea, impervious to the sun And ploughing storm-the spirit of Nassau (By constant impulse of religious awe Swayed, and thereby enabled 10 contend With the wide world's commotions) from its end Swerves not-diverted by a casual law. Nad mortal action e'er a vobler scope? The Hero comes to liberate, not defy; And, while he marches on with righteous hope, Conqueror beloved ! expected anxiously! The vacillating Bondman of the Pope, Shrinks from the verdict of his steadfast eye.
SACHEVERELL. A Sudden conflict rises from the swell Of a proud slavery met by tenets strained In Liberty's behalf. Fears, true or feigned, Spread through all ranks; and lo! the Sentinel Who loudest rang his pulpit larum bell, Stands at the Bar-absolved by female eyes, Mingling their Light with graver flatteries, Lavished on Him that England may rebel Against her ancient virtue. Higu apd Low, Watch-words of Party, on all tongues are rife; As if a Church, though sprung from heaven, must owe To opposites and fierce extremes her life,Not to the golden mean, and quiet tlow Of truths that soften hatred, temper strife.
PLACES OF WORSHIP.
OBLIGATIONS OF CIVIL TO RELIGIOUS LI
BERTY. ONGRATEFUL Country, if thou e'er forget
The sons who for thy civil rights have bled !
But These had fallen for profiless regret
As star that shines dependeot upon star
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design Have we pursued, with livelier stir of heart Than his who sees, borne forward by the Bhine, The living landscapes greet him, and depart; Sees spires fast sinking-up again to start ! And strives the towers to number, that recline O'er the dark steeps, or on the horizon line Striding with shattered crests the eye athwart;So have wc hurried on with troubled pleasure :
A GENIAL hearth, a hospitable board, . And a refined rusticity, belong