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ODJEPTS OF PETITION.

Where then shnll Hope and Fear their objects find! Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise; No cries invoke the mercies of the skies? Inquirer, cease; petitions yet remain, Which Heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain. Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice. Safe in his power, whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer; Implore His aid, in His decisions rest, Secure, whate'er He gives, He gives the best Yet, when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervors for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat: These goods for man the laws of Heaven ordain, These goods He grants, who grants the power to gain; With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find.

Vimity of Human Ituam.

THE FOLLY OF PROCRASTINATION.

To-morrow's action! can that hoary wisdom,
Borne down with years, still dote upon to-morrow!
That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy,
The coward, and the fool, condemn'd to lose
A useless life in waiting for to-morrow;
To gaze with longing eyes upon to-inorrow;
Till interposing death destroys the prospect'.
Strange! that this general fraud from day to day
Should fill the world with wretches undetected.
The soldier, laboring through a winter's march,
Still sees to-morrow drest in robes of triumph;
Still to the lover's long-expecting anna,
To-morrow brings the visionary bride.
But thou, too old to bear another cheat,
Learn, that the present hour alone is man's.

JYagtrfy trf Ircnm SIRS. GRKVILLE.

Or Mrs. Greville, whose "Prnyer for Indifference" has been so mnch ad mired, I cannot, after the greatest search, give the least account.

PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE.

Oft I've implored the gods in vain,

And pmy'd till I've been weary:
For once I'll seek my wish to gain

Of Oberon the fairy.

Sweet airy being, wanton sprite,

Who lurk'st in woods unseen,
And oft by Cynthia's silver light,

Trip'st gayly o'er the green;

If e'er thy pitying heart was moved,

As ancient stories tell,
And for tlI' Athenian maid 1 who loved,

Thou sought'st a wondrous spell;

O deign once more t' exert thy power!
Haply some herb or tree,

Sovereign as juice of western flower,
Conceals a balm for me.

1 ask no kind return of love,
No tempting charm to please;

Far from the heart those gifts remove,
That sighs for peace and ease:

Nor peace, nor ease, the heart can know.

That, like the needle true,
Turns at the tonch of joy or woe,

But, turning, trembles too.

Far as distress the soul can wound,

Tis pain in each degree:
Tis bliss but to a certain bound;

Beyond, is agony.

Then take this treacherous sense of mine

Which dooms me still to smart;
Which pleasure can to pain refine,

To pain new pangs impart

O haste to shed the sovereign balm,

My ehatter'd nerves new string;
And for my guest serenely calm,

The nymph Indifference bring!

At her approach, see Hope, see Fear,

See Expectation fly!
And Disnnnr»intm^nt in the rear,
ised joy!

The lear which Pity taught to flow,

The eye shall then ilisown;
The heart that melts for others' woe,

Shall then scarco feel its own:

The wounds which now each moment bleed,

Each moment then shall close;
And tranquil days shall still succeed

To nights of calm repose.

O Fairy Elf! but grant me this,

This one kind comfort send,
And so may never-fading bliss

Thy flowery paths attend!

So may the glow-worm's glimmering light

Thy tiny footsteps lead
To some now region of delight,

Unknown to mortal tread 1

And be thy acorn goblet fill'd

With heaven's ambrosial dew,
From sweetest, freshest flowers distill'd,

That shed fresh sweets for you!

And what of life remains for me,

I'll pass in sober ease;
Half-pleased, contented will I be,

Content but half to please.

ROBERT LOWTH. 1710—1787.

Robert Lowth, a distinguished prelate in the English church, was born in the year 1710. Ho was educated at Winchester School, and at Oxford,1 and after leaving the university he entered into the church, in which he rose by regular gradations, till he became, in 1777, Bishop of London. Ho died in 1787, in the seventy-seventh year of his age.

The writings by which Bishop Lowth is most known, are, « A Short Introduction to English Grammar," for many years a text-book in the schools and colleges in England and in this country; his "Translation of the Prophet Isaiah," with a large body of valuable notes; and his "Lectures on die Poe

1 "I wu educated," says Bishop Lowth, "in the University of Oxford. I enjoyed all the advantages, botn public and private, which that famous Mat of learning so largely affords. I spent many years In that Illustrious society, to a well-regulated course of useful discipline and studies, and In the agreeable and Improving commerce of gentlemen and of scholars; in a society where emulation without envy, ambition without Jealousy, contention without animosity, incited industry and awakened genius; where a liberal pursuit of knowledge, and a genuine freedom of thought, were raised, encouraged, and pushed forward by example, by commendation, and by authority. I breathed the tame atmosphere that the Hooxxaa, the CnlLLiKowoaTHS, and the Lockes had breathed before; whose benevolence and humanity were as extensive as tliefr vast genius and comprehensive knowledge."

with reference to this encomium of Lowth upon his Alma Mater, Qlbbon, the historian, makes the following beautiful remark: "The expression of graUtude Is a virtue and a pleasure: a liberal mind will delight to cherish and celebrate the memory of its parents; and TUX Tbxckxjui or scuuex Ark

THE riXIRI OF TBI MIXD."

try of the Hebrews." The latter is a work which unites a depth of learning to a discriminating criticism and a refined taste, in a very unusual degree; and while it is of inestimable value to the professed Biblical student, it affords equal pleasure and instruction to the general reader. From the first Lecture we extract the following just and tasteful remarks, upon

PHILOSOPHY AND POETRY COMPARED AS SOURCES OF PLEASURE AND INSTRUCTION.

Poetry is commonly understood to have two objects in view, namely, advantage and pleasure, or rather a union of both. I wish those who have furnished us with this definition had rather proposed utility as its ultimate object, and pleasure as the means by which that end may be effectually accomplished. The philosopher and the poet, indeed, seem principally to differ in the means by which they pursue the same end. Each sustains the character of a preceptor, which the one is thought best to support, if he teach with accuracy, with subtlety, and with perspicuity; the other with splendor, harmony, and elegance. The one makes his appeal to reason only, independent of the passions; the other addresses the reason in such a manner as even to engage the passions on his side. The one proceeds to virtue and truth by the nearest and most compendious ways; the other leads to the same point through certain deflections and deviations, by a winding but pleasanter path. It is the part of the former so to describe and explain these objects, that we must necessarily become acquainted with them; it is the part of the latter so to dress and adorn them, that of our own accord we must love and embrace them.

I therefore lay it down as a fundamental maxim, that Poetry is useful,1 chiefly because it is agreeable; and should I, as we are apt to do, attribute too much to my favorite occupation, I trust Philosophy will forgive me when I add, that the writings of the poet are more useful than those of the philosopher, inasmuch as they are more agreeable. To illustrate this position by a wellknown example :—Who can believe that even the most tasteless could peruse the writings on agriculture, either of the learned Varro or of Columella, an author by no means deficient in ele

1 I cannot but Insert here the following very fine remarks of Leigh Hunt, on the Utility of Poetry. "No man recognises the worth of utility more than the poet; he only desires that the meaning of the term may not come short of Us greatness, ami exclude the noblest necessities of hU feUow-crentore*. He Is quite as much pleased, for Instance, with the Olcllltlea for rapid conveyance afforded him by the railroad, as the dullest confluer or Its advantages to that single Idea, or as the greatest two-ttead man who varies that single Idea with hugging himself on his •buttons* or his good dinner. But be sees also the beauty of the country' through which he passes, of the towns, of the heavens, of the steam-engine Itself, thundering and fuming along like a magic horse; of the affections that are carrying, perhaps, half the passengers on their journey, nay, of those of the great two-lJead man; and, beyond ail this, he discerns the Incalculable amount of good, and knowledge, and refinement, and mutual consideration, which this wonderful Invention Is ntled to circulate over the globe, perhaps to the displacement of war Itself, and certainly to the diffusion of millions of enjoyment*."

trance, with the same pleasure and attention as that most delightful and most perfect work, the Georges of Virgil? a work in which he has equalled the most respectable writers in the solidity of his matter, and has greatly excelled the most elegant in the incredible harmony of his numbers.

But if it be manifest, even in authors who directly profess improvement and advantage, that those will most efficaciously instruct who afford most entertainment; the same will be still more apparent in those who, dissembling the intention of instruction, exhibit only the blandishments of pleasure; and while they treat of the most important things, of all the principles of moral action, all the offices of life, yet laying aside the severity of the preceptor, adduce at once all the decorations of elegance, and all the attractions of amusement: who display, as in a picture, the actions, the manners, the pursuits and passions of men; and by the force of imitation and fancy, by the harmony of numbers, by the taste and variety of imagery, captivate the affections of the reader, and imperceptibly, or perhaps reluctantly, impel him to the pursuit of virtue. Such is the real purpose of heroic poetry; such is the noble effect produced by the perusal of Homer. And who so thoughtless, or so callous, as not to feel incredible pleasure in that most agreeable occupation? Who is not moved, astonished, enraptured, by the inspiration of that most sublime genius? Who so inanimate as not to see, not to feel inscribed, or as it were imprinted upon his heart, his most excellent maxims concerning human life and manners? From philosophy a few cold precepts may be deduced; in history, some dull and spiritless examples of manners may be found: here wo have the energetic voice of Virtue herself, here we behold her animated form. Poetry addresses her precepts not to the reason alone; she calls the passions to her aid: she not only exhibits examples, but infixes them in the mind. She softens the wax with her peculiar ardor, and renders it more plastic to the artist's hand. Thus does Horace most truly and most justly apply this commendation to the pnets:

What's fair, and false, and right, these bards describe,
Better and plainer than the Stoic tribe:—

Plainer, or more completely, because they do not perplex their disciples with the dry detail of parts and definitions, but so perfectly and so accurately delineate, by examples of every kind, the forms of the human passions and habits, the principles of social and civilized life, that he who from the schools of philosophy should turn to the representations of Homer, would feel himself transported from a narrow and intricate path to an extensive and flourishing field :—Better, because the poet teaches not by maxims and precepts, and in the dull sententious form; but by the har

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