Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;-
She, all night long, her amorous descant sung:
Silence was pleased. Now glowed the firmament
With living sapphires. Hesperus that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her'silver mantle threw."

Solemnity, Sublimity, and Pathos.

The Treasures of the Deep.—Mrs. Hemans. "What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious Main?Pale glistening pearls, and rain-bow colored shells, Bright things which gleam unrecked of, and in vain.Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy Sea!

We ask not such from thee.

"Yet more, the depths have more! -What wealth untold
Far down, and shining through their stillness lies!
Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold,
Won from ten thousand royal argosies. -

Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main:
Earth claims not these again.

"Yet more, the depths have more! Thy waves have

rolled

Above the cities of a world gone by!
Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,

Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry! -
Dash o'er them, Ocean, in thy scornful play:
Man yields them to decay.

"Yet more, the billows and the depths have more:
High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast.
They hear not now the booming waters roar;
The battle thunders will not break their rest.

Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave:— Give back the true and brave!

"Give back the lost and lovely! those for whom
The place was kept at board and hearth so long,
The prayer went up, through midnight's breathless
gloom,

And the vain yearnings woke 'mid festal song!-
Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown, —
But all is not thine own!

"To thee the love of woman hath gone down: Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head,

O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown,-
Yet must thou hear a voice, - Restore the dead!'-
Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee,-
'Restore the dead, thou Sea!""

Energy and Sublimity.

Hallowed Ground. — Campbell.

"What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod

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'That's hallowed ground, where, mourned and missed, The lips repose our love has kissed;

But where's their memory's mansion? — Is 't

Yon churchyard's bowers?

No: in ourselves their souls exist,

A part of ours.

"What hallows ground where heroes sleep?. 'Tis not the sculptured piles you heap;In dews that heavens far distant weep

Their turf may bloom,

Or genii twine beneath the deep
Their coral tomb.

But strew his ashes to the wind

Whose sword or voice has served mankind,-
And is he dead, whose glorious mind
Lifts thine, on high?

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

"Is 't death to fall for Freedom's right? -
He's dead alone, that lacks her light,
And murder sullies, in Heaven's sight,
The sword he draws.

What can alone ennoble fight?

A noble cause!

"Give that! and welcome War to brace
Her drums, and rend heaven's reeking space:-
The colors planted face to face,
The charging cheer,-

Though death's pale horse lead on the chase,
Shall still be dear;

"And place our trophies where men kneel

To Heaven! But Heaven rebukes my zeal.
The cause of Truth and Human Weal,
O God above!

Transfer it from the sword's appeal
To Peace and Love!

Peace, Love!-the cherubim that twine

Their spread wings o'er Devotion's shrine,-
Prayers sound, in vain, and temples shine,

"O scenes surpassing fable, and yet true,

Scenes of accomplished bliss; which who can see,
Though but in distant prospect, and not feel
His soul refreshed with foretaste of the joy?
Rivers of gladness water all the earth,

And clothe all climes with beauty: the reproach
Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field
Laughs with abundance; and the land, once lean,
Or fertile only in its own disgrace,

Exults to see its thirsty curse repealed.
The various seasons woven into one,
And that one season an eternal spring:

The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence;
For there is none to covet, — all are full.

The lion, and the libbard, and the bear,
Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon
Together, or all gambol in the shade

Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Antipathies are none. No foe to man

Lurks in the serpent now: the mother sees,
And smiles to see, her infant's playful hand
Stretched forth to dally with the crested worm,
To stroke its azure neck, or to receive
The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue.
All creatures worship man, and all mankind
One Lord, one Father. Error has no place:

That creeping pestilence is driven away;

The breath of heaven has chased it. In the heart No passion touches a discordant string;

But all is harmony and love.

Disease

Is not the pure and uncontaminated blood

Holds its due course, nor fears the frost of age.
One song employs all nations; and all cry,
'Worthy the Lamb! for he was slain for us.'

The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks
Shout to each other; and the mountain tops
From distant mountains catch the flying joy;
Till, -nation after nation taught the strain, —
Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round."

Awe and Sublimity.

The Final Judgment.— Horsley.

"God hath warned us, - and let them, who dare to extenuate the warning, ponder the dreadful curse with which the Book of Prophecy is sealed,—' If any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy; God shall take away his part out of the book of life:'- God hath warned us, that the inquiry into every man's conduct will be public; - Christ himself the Judge, — the whole race of man, and the whole angelic host, spectators of the awful scene.

"Before that assembly, every man's good deeds will be declared, and his most secret sins disclosed. As no elevation of rank will then give a title to respect, no obscurity of condition shall exclude the just from public honor, or screen the guilty from public shame. Opulence will find itself no longer powerful;-poverty will be no longer weak;-birth will no longer be distinguished; -meanness will no longer pass unnoticed. The rich and poor will indeed strangely meet together, when all the inequalities of the present life shall disappear; and the conqueror and his captive,

the lord and his vassal,

the monarch and his subject,-the statesman and the peasant, the philosopher and the unlettered hind, — shall find their distinctions to have been mere illusions. The characters and actions of the greatest and the meanest have, in truth, been equally important, and equally public; while the eye of the omniscient God has been equally upon them all, while all are at last equally brought to common Judge, and the angels stand

answer to their