Her spirit that passed in yon hour o' his birth, Oh! speak na him harshly—he trembles the while, Bryan Walter Procter. Born 1790. WRITING under the nom de plume of Barry Cornwall, was born about the year 1790. He studied for the law, and was called to the bar in 1831. His first publication was "Dramatic Scenes, and other Poems," published in 1819, which established his reputation as a poet. His other publications are numerous, and he is especially admired for his English songs, which have become great favourites. Procter is also a prose writer of some eminence. He was for many years one of the Commissioners of Lunacy, a valuable appointinent, but which he resigned in 1860. ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN. O THOU vast Ocean! ever-sounding Sea! Give answer to the tempest-wakened air; And Winter always winds his sullen horn, Charlotte Elizabeth. { Born 1790. Died 1846. BORN at Norwich, 1st October 1790. Her father was a clergyman of the English Church. She was married when young to Mr George Phelan. After his death in 1837, she married Mr Tonna. She is best known by her religious prose writings, which are chiefly for the young. THE CHRISTIAN'S WARFARE. SOLDIER go-but not to claim Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure; Not to dwell in tents of pleasure. Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses; Turn no wishful eye of youth Soldier rest!-but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow; While around thee chafes the billow: Wearier than another's waking; Such a charge as thou dost keep Soldier rise!--the war is done, Jesus vanquish'd them by dying. All the conquer'd land of glory; Quit the Cross and take the Crown: David Vedder. BORN in Orkney în 1790. Born 1790. Died 1854. He contributed largely poetical pieces to the periodicals. In 1832 he published "Orcadian Sketches," and in 1842 he issued a collected edition of his poems. Mr Vedder filled the office of tide-surveyor in Leith, and died at Edinburgh in 1854. THE TEMPLE OF NATURE. TALK not of temples-there is one Built without hands, to mankind given; Its lamps are the meridian sun And all the stars of heaven; Its walls are the cerulean sky, Its floor the earth so green and fair; The dome is vast immensity- The Alps arrayed in stainless snow, At sunrise and at sunset glow Like altar-fires to God. |