The still sweet fall of music far away; With mental light, the melancholy day! And when its short and sullen noon is o'er, Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall! 1. АH! how unjust to Nature and himself * Born 1679; died 1765. Torture invention, all expedients tire, To lash the lingering moments into speed, 2. Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, 3. We waste, not use, our time; we breathe, not live; Time wasted is existence; used, is life: And bare existence man, to live ordained, Wrings and oppresses with enormous weight. 4. And why? since time was given for use, not waste, Enjoined to fly, with tempest, tide, and stars, To keep his speed, nor ever wait for man. Not, blundering, split on idleness for ease. 5. We push time from us, and we wish him back; Life we think long and short; death seek and shun. O, the dark days of vanity! while Here, how tasteless! and how terrible when gone! 6. Gone? they ne'er go; when past, they haunt us still: The spirit walks of every day deceased, And smiles an angel, or a fury frowns. Nor death nor life delight us. 7. If time past, And time possessed, both pain us, what can please? Time used. The man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death: 9. All-sensual man, because untouched, unseen, For, or against, what wonders can he do! D Not on those terms was time (heaven's stranger! seh 10. But why on time so lavish is my song? Throw empires, and be blameless: moments seize ; LESSON CX. Apostrophe to Night.-YOUNG. 1. O MAJESTIC Night! Nature's great ancestor! Day's elder born! An azure zone thy waist: clouds, in heaven's loom Thy flowing mantle form, and, heaven throughout, 2. Thy gloomy grandeurs- Nature's most august Inspiring aspect! — claim a grateful verse; And, like a sable curtain starred with gold, Drawn o'er my labors past, shall clothe the scene. * * * * * * 3. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 4. Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse LESSON CXI. Wedded Love's First Home. - JAMES HALL.* 1. 'Twas far beyond yon mountains, dear, we plighted vows of love; The ocean-wave was at our feet, the autumn sky above; The pebbly shore was covered o'er with many a varied shell, And on the billow's curling spray the sunbeams glittering fell. The storm has vexed that billow oft, and oft that sun has set, But plighted love remains with us, in peace and luster yet. 2. I wiled thee to a lonely haunt, that bashful love might speak Where none could hear what love revealed, or see the crimson cheek; The shore was all deserted, and we wandered there alone, And not a human step impressed the sand-beach but our own. Thy footsteps all have vanished from the willow-beaten strand'; The vows we breathed remain with us - they were not traced in sand. 3. Far, far we left the sea-girt shore, endeared by childhood's dream, To seek the humble cot that smiled by fair Ohio's stream; In vain the mountain cliff opposed, the mountain torrent roared, For love unfurled her silken wing, and o'er each barrier soared ; And many a wide domain we passed and many an ample dome, But none so blessed, so dear to us, as wedded love's first home. 4. Beyond those mountains now are all that e'er we loved or knew, The long-remembered many, and the dearly-cherished few : The home of her we value, and the grave of him we mourn, Are there; and there is all the past to which the heart can turn; But dearer scenes surround us here, and lovelier joys we trace, For here is wedded love's first home, its hallowed resting-place. 1. DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, * Judge Hall has written several valuable works respecting the Western States, and his name is interwoven with their periodical literature. And Cheviot's mountains lone; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loop-hole grates where captives weep, 2. The warriors on the turrets high, 3. St. George's banner, broad and gay, Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power So heavily it hung. 4. The scouts had parted on their search, The castle gates were barred; Above the gloomy portal arch, Timing his footsteps to a march, 1. HE comes not - I have watched the moon go down, But yet he comes not. Once it was not so. He thinks not how these bitter tears do flow, The while he holds his riot in that town. Yet he will come, and chide, and I shall weep; now 2. O! how I love a mother's watch to keep, |