The minute they remained thus; the panther's sides heaving with exertion, agitated, and apparently undecided; the bear perfectly calm and motionless. Gradually the panther crawled backwards til at a right distance for a spring, when, throwing all his weight upon his hind parts, to increase his power, he darted upon the bear like lightning, and forced his claws into her back. The bear, with irresistible force, seized the panther with her two fore paws, pressing it with the weight of her body, and rolling over it. I heard a heavy grunt, a plaintive howl, a crashing of bones, and the panther was dead. The cub of the bear came to ascertain what was going on, and after a few minutes' examination of the victim, it strutted down the slope of the hill, followed by its mother, who was apparently unhurt. I did not attempt to prevent their retreat, for among real hunters in the wilds there is a feeling which restrains them from attacking an animal which has just undergone a deadly strife.

This is a very common practice of the deer, when chased by the panther-that of leading him to the haunt of a bear; I have often witnessed it, although I never knew the deer to return as in this instance.-Pitts. Nat. Reform.

From the New York Observer.

The heir of heaven! henceforth I fear not death;
In Christ I live, in Christ I draw the breath
Of the true life. Let then earth, sea, and sky,
Make war against me. On my heart I show
Their mighty Master's seal. In vain they try
To end my life; that can but en fits woe.
Is that a death-bed where the Christian lies?
Yes-but not his 't is Death itself there dies!

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"I am aware," says the profound and judicious Robert Hall, in adverting to the triumphant death of Janeway, "that some will object to the strain of devout ecstasy which characterizes the sentiments and language of Mr. Janeway in his dying moments; but I am persuaded they will meet with nothing, however ecstatic and elevated, but what corresponds to the dictates of Scripture, and the analogy of faith. He who recollects that the Scripture speaks of a peace which passeth understanding, of a joy unspeakable and full of glory,' will not be offended at the lively expressions of those contained in this narrative. He will be more disposed to lament the low state of his own religious feelings, than to suspect the propriety of sentiments the most rational and scriptural, merely because they rise to a pitch he has never reached. The sacred Oracles afford no countenance to the supposition that devotional feelings are to be condemned as visionary and enthusiastic, merely on account of their intenseness and elevation; provided they are of the right kind, and spring from legitimate sources, they never teach us to suspect they can be

carried too far."

These sentiments may serve as a suitable preface to those tender and triumphant testimonies, some of which I would present to the reader, that he may learn how to die-a lesson that must be preceded by the lesson HOW TO LIVE. We live to die, and die to live forever, either the higher life of saints and angels, or the lower agonized life of lost spirits, to whom the worst forms of death would be a relief. It must be confessed, that in the experience of not a few dying believers, the joys of heaven appear to be antedated, and the raptures of holiness fully to possess the soul. "The death of the saints," said Halyburton in his last hours, "is made a derision in our day. When such people come to my pass, they will not dare to laugh. I will rejoice in the Lord, and joy in the God of my salvation. I want death to complete my happiness. Oh, blessed be God, that I ever was born! I know that a great deal of what is said by a dying man will pass for canting and raving. sober and composed, if ever I was sober."

I am

Andrew Rivet, a French Protestant Divine, closed a useful life with a triumphant death. He frequently exclaimed, "Come, Lord Jesus," then checked himself for any impatience he might feel. To his wife he said, "I go unto my God, and your God. We are all gainers. Amen, Amen! Farewell, my dear son. * I go before you, and you shall follow me. We shall be caught up together to meet the Lord in the air, and so shall we ever be with the Lord. I have no more to say or do, I am ready, I am prepared; come, Lord Jesus, come! receive thy creature. I aspire, I hope, I knock at the gate. Open, oh Lord, open unto thy poor servant."

UPON the philosophy of Coleridge there appeared at times to be sprinkled a divine baptism, as if the philosopher felt that the most luminous emanations of the human mind were imperfections but for the grace and spirit of Christianity. Hence, too, his poetry, as in the above lines, sometimes ran in a spiritual vein, disclosing the fact that he had held communion with the New Testament writers, especially John, whose divine sweetness captivated his sensibilities, while it exalted his imagination. It was by the divine Oracle, too, he sat when he composed that hymn of "ninefold harmony," "Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouny,' ," whose lofty strains seem to ascend to the very throne of God, reminding one of volumes of solemn and sublime music rolled out from a grand organ, making the soul tremble with an overpowering ecstasy. In a more tender strain, the philosopher-poet employs Oh! the bountiful, wonderful grace of God, that his imagination, as he reverently draws near the thus puts the golden cup of salvation, brimming hallowed couch, where the CHRISTIAN DIES. This over with love, to the pale lips of the dying beis indeed one of the true local sanctities of earth. liever. How gently that grace extracts the sting Enthusiasm here becomes refined into an emotion, of death! How gloriously it achieves the victory or a series of emotions, which partake far more over the grave! What vistas of transcendent loveof heaven than of earth. There is more than anliness does it open to the eye of faith beyond the earthly melody in the sound of voices from the bor- precincts of the tomb! ders of the better land. The well known testimony of Payson suggests itself to the mind. "The celestial city is full in my view. Its glories beam upon me, its breezes fan me, its odors are wafted to me, its sounds strike upon my ears, and its spirit is breathed into my heart.”

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A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul-

Humility and submission are blended with this triumphant spirit. Often did Baxter in his last hours offer the prayer of the humble publican, add

ing, "God may justly condemn me for the best duty I ever did, and all my hopes are from the mercy of God in Christ. It is not fit for me to prescribe. Lord, when thou wilt, what thou wilt, and how thou wilt. The reaches of

his providence we cannot fathom. Do not, my friends, think the worse of religion for what I suffer. I bless God I have a well-grounded assurance of my eternal happiness, and great peace and comfort within." If it BECAME Him, for whom are all things, and by whom are all things, in bringing many sons to glory, to make the Captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings, so must his people "fill up that which is behind of the afflictions of Christ in the flesh for his body's sake, which is the church."

The saints' everlasting rest is not alone a theme on which the imagination may delight to employ its powers, and fancy expatiate as amid luxuriant and fascinating moral scenery. It is a reality for which we have the testimony of God, and the life of Jesus on earth, closed by a testamentary death, and triumphant ascension to heaven.

When Mather of New England went with Dr. Bates to visit Baxter the day before he died, as they spoke comforting words to him, he replied: "Brethren, I have pain; there is no arguing against sense; but I have peace-I have peace.' Not the false peace of the self-righteous moralist, nor of the self-deluded sinner, who is relying on a deathbed repentance, but "the peace of God which passeth understanding," freely bestowed, and gratefully received. In how many perfected souls, in how many sainted bosoms will it eternally dwell! Oh, what illustrious personages shall we meet in that blessed world! If the classic intellect, the glowing spirit of a heathen Cicero were so warmed, nay, transported with the anticipation of communing with the shades of illustrious heroes, poets, orators, and philosophers amid the bowers of their fancied Elysium, what must be the emotions of the sanctified believer, who has been panting through the wilderness for the promised land, when, like Moses upon Mount Nebo, his eye, though dimmed to the view of earth, catches some glimpses of the celestial glories, and his soul, in rapture, is ready to leap the bounds of time and space, and wing its way to the "spirits of the just made perfect" in glory! Well then might the poet-philosopher say, ""Tis Death itself there dies." J. N. D.

From the Episcopal Recorder.
Seeketh not its own.-1 Cor. xiii. 5.

O! IT is sweet to form the happiness
Of those we love, and ever be their joy!
And all the heart's fond industry employ
Their cares to comfort, and their path to bless.
This is most easy. 'Tis but self-refined,
But with a steady view, and equal mind,
Can we behold another wake the gladness

We fain would give? Shed brightness on the lot

We can but faintly gild? Imparting not,
Or little, can we joy, untouched by sadness,
If other hands more gifted are to bless
Than ours in all their love and feebleness?-
Ah! this is not in Nature; but alone

Comes of that love divine that "seeketh not her

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IN Horeb, when before the Lord,
Wrapped in his robe, the Tishbite stood,
The "still small voice," the solemn Word,
Declared his present God!

But earthquake, storm, and fire rushed by,
Ere spake th' unseen Divinity!

He spake when those his guards sublime
The silent Prophet had surveyed—
He spake, and to all future time

His words may well be said

"What dost thou here?" Can conscience say,
"To serve my God in this my day?"
Ah! no-that voice we shun and fear,
Whilst fettered by the spells of sin;
Though heard not by the outward ear,
It cries aloud within;
And every living soul must find
That God speaks thus to all mankind.

Our duties form our common lot

We live not for ourselves alone!
Nor he who owns the lowliest cot,

Nor he who fills the throne!
But, linked with life in each degree,
Hangs dread responsibility!

"What dost thou here?"-what works engage
For God or man thy precious powers?
Let not a stained or vacant page

Show life all wasted hours,
Each tree will by its fruits be known,
Let thine be hailed as wisdom's own.

"What dost thou here?"-the answer true,
By One alone on earth was given—
"How, wist ye not that I must do

My Father's work of heaven?"
Suns, stars, and worlds in age shall wane,
But none can speak those words again !

Mortal and fall'n-'t is well if we

Can truly with the prophet say—
Lord, in a zealous love for thee

Our lives consume away;
And Thou, with light divine, canst scan
How we have helped our fellow-man.

Still strikes that question on each heart,
And each must answer it ere long-
As well the loiterers on the mart,
And busiest in life's throng,
As those who wait their Lord's return,
Wakeful, with lamps that brightly burn.

The Bridegroom, at an hour unknown,
Comes in his splendor suddenly,
But then he asks-What hast thou done
With my rich gifts to thee?
Where is the glory they should bring
To me, thy Maker, God, and King?

Lord when upon that awful day

Earth's countless tribes shall all ariseWhen thou shalt call thy guests away,

And angels bear them to the skies

May I with those blest spirits be,

Whose wedding-robes were wrought by thee!


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which, in following the narrow path traced out by the constitution, permits the view of a vast horizon of hope and of security. It has been often said, that when honor is spoken of, it finds an echo in France. Let us hope that when reason is spoken of, it will find an equal echo in the minds as in the hearts of men devoted, before all things, to their country. I propose a toast-" To the city of Paris and to the municipal body."

We think this one delivered in France.

In this feeling we have perused the speech of the president delivered at the great Parisian banof the best speeches ever quet, in the Hotel de Ville on the 10th inst., the The French have an eloanniversary of his election. Delivered on so pub-quence of their own; but it is in general too dra lic an occasion, and in reply to the speech of the matic for our taste. We can still admire the Prefect of the Seine, it assumes the character of fiery bursts of Mirabeau, and the brilliant extravaa declaration of the government; and well may gances of Napoleon. But this speech is rational France congratulate herself, if its principles shall without being cold, and high-toned without the be carried out in the practice of whatever govern- affectation of the sublime. Whether the republic ment may guide that powerful people. We give shall stand, or the Bourbon return, the maxims of this speech ought to form the political creed of France, as its manliness and moderation must long be remembered to the credit of Louis Napoleon.

it entire :


GENTLEMEN,-I thank the municipal body for having invited me to the Hotel de Ville, and for having to-day distributed bountiful assistance to the indigent. To relieve misfortune was in my eyes the best manner of celebrating the 10th of DecemATLANTIC AND PACIFIC CANAL. ber. I shall not here recapitulate what we have done during the last year, but the only thing of INSTITUTION OF CIVIL ENGINEERS.-Dec. 11.which I am proud is of having, thanks to the men J. Field, Esq., President, in the chair. The paper who have surrounded and who still surround me, read was "On the facilities for a Ship Canal Commaintained legality intact, and tranquillity without munication between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, collision. The year which is about to commence through the Isthmus of Panama," by Lieut.-Col. will, I hope, be still more fertile in happy results, Lloyd. Te general views of the author incline more particularly if, as the Prefect of the Seine has to the formation of a ship canal in preference to a just said, all the great powers remain closely united. railway. The paper reviewed the surveys of GaBy great powers, I mean those elected by the peo- rella, Morel, and others, who had examined the ple-the Assembly and the President. Yes, I have country subsequently to Col. Lloyd. It examined faith in their fruitful union; we shall march for the various lines proposed; and gave reasons for ward, instead of remaining motionless; for what preferring that which, starting from the bay of gives irresistible force, even to the most humble Limon, would proceed by a short canal through a mortal, is to have before him a great object to ob- flat country to the river Chagres-thence up the tain, and behind him a great cause to defend. For river Trinidad, as far as its depth would suit-and us, this cause is that of entire civilization. It is then, cutting a canal into the Rio Grande, debouch the cause of that enlightened and sacred liberty, at Panama. This line, it was contended, in the which every day finds itself more and more threat-present state of the science of engineering, preened by the excesses which profane it. It is the sented no obstacles, excepting the climate and the cause of the laboring classes, whose welfare is in- expense, to prevent a canal being cut of sufficient cessantly compromised by those senseless theories depth and dimensions to float, from one river to which, by rousing the most brutal passions and the the other, the largest ship in her majesty's navy. most legitimate fears, excite hatred against even The climate was stated, from personal experience, the idea of ameliorations. It is the cause of the to be as good as in any tropical country, except in representative government, which loses its salutary some particular spots, where, from local causes, prestige by the acrimony of the language, and the certain complaints were rife. The expense could delays which arise in the adoption of the most use-be accurately estimated only by the survey of expeful measures. It is the cause of the grandeur and rienced engineers; but in a country abounding in the independence of France; for, if the ideas which fine timber, and the best building materials of all we oppose were to triumph, they would destroy our kinds-whilst no great chain of mountains, as had finances, our army, our credit, and our preponder- been fancifully depicted on supposititious charts, ance, while forcing us to declare war against the had any existence except in the imagination of the whole of Europe. Never, therefore, has a cause designer-it was fair to allow, that the cost of a been more just, more patriotic, and more sacred canal of such limited length could not be very As to the object which we have to at-great, and the supply of water might be presumed tain, it is as noble as the cause. It is not the piti- to be ample, in a climate where there was copious ful copy of a past of any kind that we have to make, rain for nine months in each year. The means of but it is to call on all men of heart and intelligence accomplishing the work were then considered. It to consolidate something which is more grand than was argued, that a portion of the convicts from this a charter, more durable than a dynasty, the eternal country might be more advantageously sent there principles of religion and morality at the same time than to our present penal settlements. The means as the new rules of a wholesome policy. The city of preventing their escape were shown; and a of Paris, so intelligent, and which does not wish proposition was made for introducing with them a to remember the revolutionary agitations except to number of convicts from Bengal, and the other appease them, will understand a line of conduct presidencies, whose language and habits would

than ours.

effectually prevent their mingling with the British | Bowery Theatre, in New York, which not many convicts whilst their power of enduring fatigue years ago was burnt down. He furnished plans under a tropical sun and during rains, and their for canals, and for various machines connected simple mode of living, would render them valuable with a cannon foundry then being established in pioneers for the more robust Englishmen It was the State of New York. About the year 1799 he stated that a great deal of native labor might be had matured his plans for making ship blocks by obtained at a cheap rate; sixpence or ninepence machinery. The United States was not then the per day and his rations, consisting of a pint of rice, a pound of dried beef, and a "golpe d'aguardiente," being the ordinary pay of a "Peon." The chief point, however, insisted on by the author, was the great field opened in the isthmus for emigration, for the surplus population of this country. He contended for its superiority over the Canadas and over Australia. It was comparatively within an easy distance; the emigrant would be at his destination almost on landing; the resources of the country were great, and the productions varied and cheap, whilst the present population was infinitely disproportioned to the superficial area of the country. It was argued, that a grant of land might be easily obtained, in liquidation of the debt owing by the government of the country; and as the British had once possessed an establishment there in 1675 to 1690, under the charter of the "Scotch Darien Company," so, a footing being again obtained, a barrier of the most formidable character would be opposed to the annexation propensities of our transatlantic brethren, who were making rapid strides towards the possession of this valuable tract.-Appended to the paper, was a copy of the commission granted to Lieut.-Col. Lloyd by General Bolivar, authorizing his examination and survey of the isthmus and of the rivers-which had previously been most jealously refused to every one. This document was alluded to with some natural pride as proving that to an English engineer was due the merit of having been the first to examine and propose a work of such vital importance to the whole world-but which has been since claimed, and in fact appropriated, by other persons without acknowledgment.

PRACTICAL science has sustained a heavy loss by the death of Sir Isambert Brunel, the well-known executer of that great work of engineering skill, the Thames Tunnel. We borrow from the Times a few particulars relating to the history of this eminent man. Sir Isambert

field for so inventive a genius as Brunel's. He determined upon visiting England and offering his services and plans for this purpose to the British government. Lord Spencer, then we believe first lord of the Admiralty, became his friend and patron. From this time he continued to reside in England, and refused to entertain many propositions made to him to leave this country and settle abroad under the auspices of other governments. After much opposition to his plans he was employed to execute them in Plymouth Dockyard. To perfect his design and to erect the machinery was the arduous labor of many years. With a true discrimination, he selected Mr. Henry Maudslay to assist in the execution of the work; and thus was laid the foundation of one of the most extensive engineering establishments in the kingdom-and in which, perhaps, a degree of science and skill has been combined and applied to mechanical invention and improvement scarcely exceeded by any other in the world. The block machinery was finished in 1806; and has continued ever since in full operation, supplying our fleet with blocks of very superior description to those previously in use, and at a large annual saving to the public. A few years afterwards he was employed by government to erect sawmills, upon a new principle, in the dockyards of Chatham and Woolwich. Several other inventions were the offspring of his singularly fertile mind about this time-the circular saw, for cutting veneers of valuable woods -and the beautiful little machine for winding cotton thread into balls, which greatly extended its consumption. About two years before the termination of the war, Mr. Brunel, under the countenance of the Duke of York, invented a machine for making shoes for the army by machinery, the value and cheapness of which were fully appreciated, and it was extensively used; but, the peace of 1815 lessening the demand, the machinery was ultimately laid aside. Steam navigation also at that time attracted his attention. He was engaged in the building of one of the first Ramsgate steamboats, and, we believe, introduced the principle of the double engine for the purpose. He also induced the Admiralty to allow him to build a vessel to try the experiment of towing ships out to sea, the possibility of which was then denied. The visit of the Emperor Alexander to this country, after the peace, led him to submit to the emperor a plan for making a tunnel under the Neva; where the accumulation of ice, and the suddenness with which it breaks up on the termination of winter, rendered the erection of a bridge a work of great difficulty. This was the origin of his plan for a tunnel under the Thames-which had been twice before attempted without success.

was by birth a Frenchman; but his life and genius were almost wholly devoted to the invention and construction of works of great public utility in this country. He was born at Hacqueville, in Normandy, now in the Department de l'Eure, in the year 1769. He was educated for the Church, with the prospect of succeeding to a living, and was accordingly sent at an early age to the seminary of St. Nicain, at Rouen. But he soon evinced so strong a predilection for the physical sciences, and so great a genius for mathematics, that the superiors of the establishment recommended he should be educated for some other profession. Accordingly, at the proper age, he entered the Royal NavyThe history of that great work is too recent and made several voyages to the West Indies-and familiar to require that we should repeat it here. returned home in 1792. At this time the French -Mr. Brunel received the honor of knighthood Revolution was at its height:-and as Mr. Brunel from Lord Melbourne's administration. He was a entertained Royalist opinions, he emigrated to the United States, where necessity, fortunately, comvice-president of the Royal Society, a correspondpelled him to follow the natural bent of his mind, ing member of the Institute of France, and a viceand to adopt the profession of a civil engineer. He president of the Institution of Civil Engineers. was first engaged to survey a large tract of land He was also a chevalier of the Legion of Honor. near Lake Erie. He was employed in building the-He has died in his eighty-first year.


Southey's Common-Place Book. Second Series. Special Collections. Edited by his Son-in-law, John Wood Warter, B. D. Longman and Co. Of this second series of the Common-Place Book of the best-read man of letters in our day, we have little to add to what was suggested to us by the first series. It is complete, like the former volume; and, as the editor is well justified in saying of it, contains matter equally curious, diversified, interesting, amusing, and instructive.

In one respect the contents of this volume are

even more curious and diversified than those of the last. They embrace a large collection of extracts from Spanish and Portuguese literature, in the most out-of-the-way tracks of which Southey was thoroughly practised and familiar. Upon the arrangement and verification of this part of the publication Mr. Warter appears to have bestowed considerable pains, and the rarity of the books quoted made it worth such expenditure of labor. For it is to be observed that the value of the volume before us is not confined to the special quotations included in it, but takes the range of the entire literature, to which it forms an admirable index or guide.

The greater part of the English extracts refer to subjects connected with theological or religious history, particularly of Cromwell's age; and there is a short section of Notes for the history of the Religious Orders," which is full of matter. The first volume closes with an excellent index, which gives easy access to every passage quoted in it.—Examiner. Glimpses of Spain; or, Notes of an Unfinished Tour. By S. T. WALLIS. New York: Harper and Brothers. London: Sampson Low.


This is the easy, nonchalant, but well-informed narrative of an American writer, who appears to have qualified himself for travel by some knowledge of the country he was going to, and, while there, to have found good opportunities for observation. It is much in the manner and tone of Mr. Widdrington's excellent book upon the subject, of which we have often had occasion to speak very highly. Mr. Wallis has an undisguised liking for the Spaniards. The sturdy industry and intelligence of the Catalans, the simple and cordial manners of the Malaguenos, the lively and spirited gayety of the Sevillanos, he has frank appreciation for them all. Indeed, he never seems to lose his good nature but when an Englishman comes in his way, or he has occasion to refer to English tastes or morals. such times, we reget to say, he lays aside both his He resents the vulgarity temper and his manners. of his countrymen in stultifying themselves by reading English books and adopting English notions on subjects which they ought to regard from their own degrees of latitude and longitude; but this resentment, when levelled against the authors or disseminators of the obnoxious ideas thus plundered, is but another form of the vulgarity complained of. We must at the same time do Mr. Wallis the justice to say, that, such prejudices apart, he is an excellent, shrewd, observant traveller, much more free from general prejudices than the majority either of his own countrymen or of ours; and that his volume is one of the best supplements to Widdrington and It touches the various Ford that we have seen. subjects more lightly, but the lightness is not superficial; and on most points of art and manners he


shows himself hardly less entitled to be listened to.
His views are more favorable to Spaniards through-
out; but perhaps less from kindness than out of
agreement with Englishmen. To the stationary
spleen, or from a dislike to be too uniformly, in
and unaltered condition which is commonly charged
upon the Spaniard, he objects that nothing like the
adventures of Gil Blas or Don Quixote happened to
himself; but this must be taken with allowance, and
he admits that the traveller will still meet unaltered
examples of the cunning and the rascality of the
days of Guzman de Alfarache and Lazarillo de


Readings for Railways. By LEIGH HUNT. Gilpin.

This cheap little volume comprises anecdotes and other short stories, reflections, maxims, characteris tics, passages of wit, humor, and poetry, together with points of information on matters of general interest, collected by Mr. Hunt in the course of his reading. Every extract, however brief, has some kind of worth-it is a thought or fact which at some time or other has entertained or instructed Mr. Hunt himself. And the subjects are generally such as a man might be disposed to dip into while travelling by railway, when, as most travellers have felt, The defect of the little volume, he is not disposed for the continuous reading of tales Such matters which is otherwise delightful, strikes us to be the absence of authorities for some of the reflections or personal opinions contained in it. derive all their interest, and most of their value, from our knowledge of the speaker. We rejoice that Mr. Hunt promises a series of Readings, and breaking his promise, by plentifully patronizing this the public will do well to give him no excuse for first attempt. Ibid.

or romances.

The two stanzas de

WE have had handed to us, by the kindness
of a friend, the last utterance of
Elliot's extinguished muse.
fact. There is not on them the mark of the strong
rive, as will be seen, their chief interest from that
hand that wrote at the dictation of the passionate
-when the lamp was already burning dim. "De-
yet wise heart. They bear date "Nov. 23, 1849,"
sire" had almost "failed" and "the daughters of
music" were already "brought low." He had
""T is time this heart should be unmoved." Here
marked them as a song-to be sung to the tune of
they are :—

Thy notes, sweet Robin, soft as dew,
Heard soon or late are dear to me;
To music I could bid adieu-

But not to thee.

When from my heart earth's lifeful throng
Shall pass away, no more to be,
O Autumn's primrose, Robin's song,
Return to me!

Eight days later, the primrose was scentless and the robin silent for him." My father-in-law suffered much," writes the husband of the CornLaw Rhymer's daughter, "till within the last few hours-when he became insensible, and slept like an infant."-The poet lies buried in Darfield churchyard-which will be a place of pilgrimage to many hearts; for he spoke to the sympathies of his class with a powerful tongue. There is a volume of poems by him in the press-to come out, it is said, by Christmas.-Athenæum.

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