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To the neat mansion,' where, bis Flock among,
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear
Toe Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale,
With holiday delight on every brow: Of Infancy, provides a timely shower,
*T is passed away; far other thoughts prevail ; Whose virtue changes to a Christian Flower
For they are taking the baptismal Vow
Upon their conscious selves; their own lips speak Among the benefits arising, as Mr Coleridge bas well observed | The solemn promise. Strongest sinews fail, from a Church Establishment of endowments corresponding with And many a blooming, many a lovely cheek the wealth of the country to which it belongs, may be reckoned, as eminently important, the examples of civility and refinement which
Under the holy fear of God turns pale, the Clergy, stationed at intervals, afford to the whole peoplo. The While on each head his lawn-robed Servaot lags established Clergy in many parts of England have long been, as they | An apostolic hand, and with prayer seals continue to be, the principal bulwark against barbarism, and the
The Covenant. The Omnipotent will raise link which unites the sequestered Peasantry with the intellectual advancement of tho age. "Nor is it below tho dignity of the sabjoct Their feeble Souls ; and bear with his regrets, 10 observe that their Taste, as acting upon rural Residences and Who, looking round the fair assemblage, feels scenery, often furnishes models which Country Gentlemen, who aro That ere the Sun goes down their childhood sets. more at liberty to follow the caprices of Fashion, might profit by. The precincts of an old residence must be treated by Ecclesiastics with respect, both from prudence and necessity. I remember being much pleased, some years ago, at Rose Castle, the Rural Seat of the Soo of Carlisle, with a style of Garden and Architecture, which, if
CONFIRMATION CONTINUED. the Place had belonged to a wealthy Layman, would no doubt have been swept away. A Parsonage-house generally stands not far from I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent the Church; this proximity imposes favourable restraints, and Upon a Maiden trembling as she koelt; sometimes suggests an affecting union of the accommodations and
In and for whom the pious Mother felt elegancios of life with the outward signs of piety and mortality.With pleasure I rocal to mind a bappy instance of this in the Best Things that we judge of by a light too faint, Jence of an old and much-valued friend in Oxfordshire. The House Tell, if ye may, some star-crowned Muse, or Saiut! and Church stand parallel to each other, at a small distance; a cir- Tell what rushed in, from what she was relieved cular lawn, or rather grass-plot, spreads between them; shrubs and Then, when her Child the hallowing conch received, trees carve from each side of the Dwelling, veiling, but not biding
the Church. From the front of this Dwelling, no part of ibu Burial And such vibration to the Mother went
the Steeple end of the Church, the eye caubes a single, small, low, Opened a vision of that blissful place
Where dwells a Sister-child? And was power given
The Summer-leaf had faded, passed to Heaven.
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
| That in the morning whitened hill and plain By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied:
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime Ode duty more, last stage of this ascent,
Of yesterday, which royally did wear Brings to thy food, memorial Sacrament!
Its crown of weeds, but could not even sustain The Offspring, haply at the Parents' side ;
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time.
Monastic Domes! following my downward way, The Altar calls; come carly under laws
Untouched by due regret i marked your fall! That can secure for you a path of light
Now, ruin, beauty, ancient stillness, all
On our past selves in life's declining day:
We learn to tolerate the infirmities
And faults of others, gently as he may
Towards our own the mild Instructor deals, CONTENT with calmer scenes around us spread
Teaching us to forget them or forgive." And bumbler objects, give we to a day
Perversely curious, then, for hidden ill Of aboual joy one tributary lay;
Why should we break Time's charitable seals ? This day when, forth by rustic music led, The village Children, while the sky is red
Once ye were holy, ye are holy still;
Your spirit freely let me drink and live!
EMIGRANT FRENCH CLERGY, Charged with these offerings which their Fathers bore
Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France For decoration in the Papal time,
Are shattered into dust; and self-exiled The innocent procession softly moves :
From Altars threatened, levelled, or defiled, The spirit of Laud is pleased in Heaven's pure clime,
Wander the Ministers of God, as chance
Opens a way for life, or consonance
The fugitives than to the British strand,
Where Priest and Layman with the vigilance Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave Of true compassion greet them. Creed and test Less scanty measure of those graceful rites
Vanish before the unreserved embrace And usages, whose due relurn invites
Of Catholic humanity:-istrest A stir of miod loo natural to deceive;
They came, -and, while the moral tempest roars Giving the Memory help when she would weave Throughout the Country they have left, our shores A crown for Hope! I dread the boasted lights
Give to their Faith a dreadless resting-place.
Taus all things lead to Charity-secured
By THEM who blessed the soft and happy gale
That landward urged the great Deliverer's sail, Merry and loud, and safe from prying search,
Till in the sunny bay his fleet was moored!
Propitious hour! had we, like them, endured
Sickened by injuries, dreading worse designed,
From month to month trembling and wassured, From low to high doth dissolution climb,
How had we then rejoiced! But we have felt, And sinks from high to low, along a scale
As a loved substance, their futurity; Of awful poles, wiose concord shall not fail;
Good, which they dared not hope for, we have seen; A rousica but melancholy clime,
A State whose generous will througla earth is dealt; Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, A State-which, balancing herself between Noravarice, nor over-anxious carc.
Licence and slavish order, dares be free. Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
* This is borrowed from an affecting passage in Mr George Dyer's 'This is still continued in many Churches in Westmorland. It listory of Cambridge, takes place in the month of July, when the floor of the Stalls See Burnet, wbo is unusually animated on this subject: the is otrows with fresh rashes; aod bence it is onlled the Rusli-bear- cast wind, so aoxiously expected and prayed for, was called the
NEW CHURCHES. But liberty, and triumphs on the Main, And laurelled Armies- not to be withstood, What serve they? if, on transitory good Intent, and sedulous of abject gain, The state (ah surely not preserved in vain!) Forbear to shape due channels which the Flood Of sacred Truth may enter till it brood O'er the wide realm, as o'er the Egyptian Plain The all-sustaining Nile. No more-the time Is conscious of her want; through England's bounds, lo rival haste, the wished-for Temples rise ! I hear their sabbath bells' harmonious chime Float on the breeze-the heavenliest of all sounds That hill or vale prolongs or multiplies !
CHURCH TO BE ERECTED. Be this the chosen site;—the virgin sod, Moistened from age to age by dewy eve, Shall disappear-and grateful earth receive The corner-stone from hands that build to God. Yon reverend hawthorns, hardened to the rod Of winter storms, yet budding chcerfully; Those forest oaks of Druid memory, Shall long survive, to shelter the Abode Of genuine Faith. Where, haply, 'mid this band Of daisies, Shepherds sale of
But infinite its grasp of joy and woe!
INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAN
until ye fade with coming Night!
The Lutherans have retained the Cross within their Churches ; it is to be regroited that we have not done the same.
Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam;
Along the nether region's rugged frame!
"Some say that Monte Rosa takes its name from a belt of rock at its summit-a very unpoetical, and scarcely a probable suppositios.
The White Doe of Rylstone; (1)
OR, THE FATE OF THE NORTONS.
They thai deny a God, destroy Man's nobility: for certainly Man is of kinn to the Beasts by bis Body;
and if he be pot of kion to God by his Spirit, be is a baso iguoble Creature. It destroys likewise
Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart
And faithful, loyal in her innocence,
Attuned to words with sacred wisdom fraught; the place, was composed at the close of the same year. Free Fancy prized each specious miracle,
And all its finer inspiration caught; In trellised shed with clustering roses gay,
Till, in the bosom of our rustic Cell, And, Maar! oft beside our blazing fire,
We by a lamentable change were taught When years of wedded life were as a day
That « bliss with mortal Man may not abide : »Whose current answers to the heart's desire,
llow nearly joy and sorrow are allied ! Did we together read in Spenser's Lay How Uoa, sad of soul-in sad attire,
For us the stream of fiction ceased to flow, The gentle Una, born of heavenly birth,
For us the voice of melody was mute. To seek her Knubt went wanderioz o'er the earth. But, as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow,
And give the timid herbage leave to shool, Ah, then, Beloved! pleasing was the smart,
Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow And the tear precious in compassion shed
A timely promise of unlooked-for fruit, For Her, who, pierced by sorrow's thrilling dari, Fair fruit of pleasure and serene content Did meekly bear the pang unmerited;
From blossoms wild of fancies innocent.
It soothed us-it beguiled us—then, to hear
That ancient voice which wont to call
Then, too, this Song of mine once more could please,
Fast the church-yard fills;-anon Look again, and they all are gone; The cluster round the porch, and the foik Who sate in the shade of the Prior's Oak! (4) And scarcely have they disappeared Ere the prelusive hymn is heard :With one consent the people rejoice, Filling the church with a lofty voice! They sing a service which they feel : For 't is the sun-rise now of zeal, And faith and hope are in their prime, In great Eliza's golden time.
This tragic Story cheered us: for it speaks
He serves the Muses erringly and ill,
RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORLAND, April 20, 1815.
A moment ends the fervent din, And all is hushed, without and within ; For though the priest, more tranquilly, Recites the holy liturgy, The only voice which you can hear Is the river murmuring near. -When soft!--the dusky trees between, And down the path through the open green, Where is no living thing to be seen; And through yon gateway, where is found, Beneath the arch with ivy bound, Free entrance to the church-yard ground; And right across the verdant sod Towards the very house of God; -Comes gliding in with lovely gleam, Comes gliding in serene and slow, Soft and silent as a dream, A solitary Doe! White she is as lily of June, And beauteous as the silver moon When out of sight the clouds are driven, And she is left alone in heaven; Or like a ship some gentle day In sunshine sailing far away, A glittering ship, that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain.
From Bolton's old monastic tower (2)
What would they there?-Full fifty years
Lie silent in your graves, ye dead! Lic quiet in your church-yard bed! Ye living, lend your holy cares; Ye multilude, pursue your prayers; And blame not me if my heart and sight Are occupied with one delight! "T is a work for sabbath hours JE I with this bright Creature go, Whether she be of forest bowers, From the bowers of earth below; Or a Spirit, for one day given, A gift of grace from purest heaven.
What harmonious pensive changes Wait upon her as she ranges Round and through this Pile of state, Overthrown and desolate!