And now, gentle reader, the sun has almost set; its bright beams are gilding the western horizon with tints of purple and gold, while light, fleecy clouds, with beautiful silver linings, are blending harmoniously with the scene. It is a sweet picture, but turn from it und "Listen to the heart. It hath a sigh That the world heeds not, an inwoven mesh Of hidden harp-strings. If thou'lt hold thy breath, Then shalt thou hear from every passing breeze, So listen that the monotone of self May die away, and with Creation's song, DISCOURSE ON THE LIFE AND CHARACTER OF JOSEPH BROWN SMITH, Late Professor of Music in the Kentucky BY REV. JOHN HEYWOOD, Minister of the Unitarian Church, LOUISVILLE, KY. DISCOURSE. And there shall be no night there.-REV. XXII, 5. WE are to consider the life and character of one to whom, so far as the outward eye was concerned, in this world it was always night; to whom, as to the great Christian poet, returned not, with the returning seasons. "Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, To our brother, from the cradle to the grave, it was all night, ever-during dark; outwardly, not inwardly, for within shone celestial light which Milton invoked, and which his mind, through all its powers, did irradiate. And now he has gone to the world where there is no night; which needs not the light of the sun, or the moon, for the glory of God lightens it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. What a change from ever-during darkness to ever-during day! In view of the great transi |