Belief-in spite of many a cold dissent- From those whose bounded power hath wrung, not crushed, my heart. Thon, then. when cowards lied away my name, Stood off in doubt to see what turn the world would take Thou gav'st me that the poor do give the poor, The loved, the near of kin could do no more, Who changed not with the gloom of varying years, But clung the closer when I stood forlorn, And blunted Slander's dart with their indignant scorn. For they who credit crime, are they who feel Memory, not judgment, prompts the thoughts which steal Most readily by those who have themselves deceived. And mar the freshness of her snowy wing- To crimson with a faint false-hearted shame; For from thine own good thoughts thy heart its mercy drew. And though my faint and tributary rhymes Add nothing to the glory of thy day, Yet every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay; And I would fain one gentle deed record, Among the many such with which thy life is stored. So when these lines, made in a mournful hour, Are idly opened to the stranger's eye, A dream of thee, aroused by Fancy's power, Shal puse, to conjure up a vision of its grace! In a poem entitled 'Autumn' there is a noble simile: I know the gray stones in the rocky glen, Where the wild red deer gather one by one, And listen, startled. to the tread of men Which the betraying breeze hath backward b'own! Less terror than am zement-nobly came Peruvia's Incas, when, through lands unknown, In 'The Winter's Walk,' a poem written after walking with Mr. Rogers the poet, Mrs. Norton has the following graceful and picturesque lines: Gleamed the red sun athwart the misty haze Beauty still lives, though nature's flowerets die, And nought escaped thee as we strolled along, Nor changeful ray, nor bird's faint chirping song. All was beheld, and nothing unadmired; Not one of all God's blessings given in vain. The affectionate attachment of Rogers to Sheridan, in his last and evil days, is delicately touched upon by the poetess: And when at length he laid his dying hend On the hard rest of his neglected bed. He found (thou h few or none around him came Picture of Twilight. O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, A softness like the atmosphere of dreams; Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet Who, slow returning from his task of toil, Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil, And, though such radiance round him brightly glows, Still as his heart forestalls his weary pace, Fondly he dreams of each familiar face, The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past. But him they wait for. him they welcome home; For him those smiles of tenderness and joy, Dear art thou to the lover, thon sweet light, When pale, unmoved, the face we loved, And the hand lies cold, whose fervent Once charmed away despair. Oh, what could heal the grief we feel Oh, sadly yet with vain regret The widowed heart mast yearn; And mothers weep their babes asleep In the sunlight's vain return; The brother's heart shall rue to part From the one through childhood known; And the orphan's tears lament for years For death and life. in ceaseless strife, O world wherein nor death, nor sin, Where eyes awake, for whose dear sake Are changed for heaven s sweet hymn; Oh! there at last, life's trials past, THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY-ALARIC A. WATTS. MR. HERVEY, a native of Machester (1804-1859), for some years conducted the 'Athenæum' literary journal, and contributed to various other periodicals. He published Australia, and other Poems,' 1824; The Poetical Sketch-book,' 1829; Illustrations of Modern Sculpture,' 1832; The English Helicon,' 1841; &c. His verses are characterised by delicate fancy and feeling. The Convict Ship. Morn on the water! and, purple and bright, Full to the breeze she unbosoms her sail, And her pennon streams onward. like hope, in the gale; The winds come around her, in marmar and song. And the surges rejoice as they bear her along; See! she looks up to the golden-edged clouds, Who-as the beautiful pageant sweeps by, Like a heart-cherished home on some desolate plain! Who-as she smiles in the silvery light, A phantom of beauty-could deem, with a sigh, And that souls that are smitten lie bursting within! With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurled, As the smiles we put on, just to cover our tears; And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know, Whilst the vessel drives on to that desolate shore Where the dreams of our childhood are vanished and o'er The Poetical Sketches' (1822) and Lyrics of the Heart' (1850) of MR. ALARIC ALEXANDER WATTS (1799–1864) are similar to the productions of Mr. Hervey. Their author-a native of London-was connected with the periodical press, and was also among the first editors of those illustrated annual volumes once so numerous, in which poems and short prose sketches from popular or fashionable writers of the day were published. The 'Literary Souvenir' ran to ten volumes (1824-34), and the Cabinet of Modern Art' to three volumes (1835-38). Though generally very poor in point of literary merit, these illustrated annuals unquestionably fostered a taste for art among the people. In 1853, a pension of £300 was settled upon Mr. Watts. GEORGE DARLEY-SIR AUBREY AND AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE. A critic has said that many pensive fancies, thoughtful graces, and intellectual interests blossom beneath our busier life and our more rank and forward literature.' Some of these we have had the pleasure of pointing out, and among the graceful contributors of such 62 poetry, we may include MR. DARLEY, author of 'Sylvia, or the May Queen' 1827; of Thomas a Becket,' and Ethelstan,' dramas; 'Errors of Extasie, and other Poems.' Mr. Darley-who was a native of DubHe was in the latlin-died at a comparatively early age in 1846. ter part of his life one of the writers in the Athenæum,' and an accomplished critic.-SIR AUBREY DE VERE (died in 1846) was author of two dramatic poems, ‘Julian, the Apostate,' 1822, and the 'The Duke of Mercia,' 1823; also of 'A Song of Faith, and other Poems,' 1842. The last volume is dedicated to Wordsworth, who had perused and ‘rewarded with praise' some of the pieces.-Sir Aubrey's third son, AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE (born in 1814), has published several pieces both in verse and prose-The Waldenses, with other Poems, 1842; The Search &fter Proserpine,' 1843: Mary Tudor, a Drama,' 1847; Sketches of Greece and Turkey,' 1850; The Infant Bridal, and other Poems,' 1864, &c. ARCHBISHOP TRENCH. Though of late chiefly known as a theologian and prose author, RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH early attracted attention by some poems evincing genuine feeling and graceful expression. The Story of Justin Martyr, and other Poems,' appeared in 1835: Sabbation' Honor Neale,' &c. in 1838; Elegiac Poems,' 1850; Poems from Eastern Sources,' 1851, &c. This accomplished divine is a native of Dublin, born in 1807. Having studied for the church, he was some In 1845, he became Rector time engaged in different places as curate. of Itchin-Stoke, near Alresford; Hulsean Lecturer at Cambridge in 1846; Professor and Examiner at King's College, London, in 1847; Dean of Westminster in 1856; and in 1864 he succeeded Dr. Whately as Archbishop of Dublin. To the sound of evening bells Beasts unto their forest lairs. Evening Hymn. All things wear a home-bound look, Tearful memories of home To the sailor wandering On the far-off barren foam. Some Murmur, when Some murmur. when their sky is clear What a still and holy time! Pilgrim here compelled to roam, Doth not yearning sad, sublime, If but one streak of light, |