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Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed. fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases." Let him look to his favourite Wordsworth, and see what that career is which befits him who meditates the great achievements in verse, and we have no fear but that at some future day we shall behold him on higher ground than the beautiful effusions in the present volume. It has been our object to make our readers acquainted with a name that is well worth the knowing, and we have thus, we flatter ourselves, been helping Mr. Hartley Coleridge to gain some of his distant fame,-a commodity that loses none of its value because it comes from far away. We take our leave of him, for the present, by quoting a poem of exquisite finish and beauty, which we have reserved for a final impression :
"THE SABBATH DAY'S CHILD.
TO ELIZABETH, INFANT-DAUGHTER OF THE REV. SIR RICHARD
'Pure, precious drop of dear mortality,
Untainted fount of life's meandering stream,
Holy and quiet as a hermit's dream,-
And stated limits of morality,
Fair type and pledge of full redemption given,
"Sweet infant, whom thy brooding parents love
For what thou art, and what they hope to see thee,
Unhallowed spirits and earth-born phantoms flee thee; Thy soft simplicity-a hovering dove,
That still keeps watch, from blight and bane to free thee;
Fanning invisibly thy pillowed head-
Beyond the sulphurous bolts of fabled Jove,
Fond Ignorance devised to save poor souls from harm.
"To see thee sleeping on thy mother's breast,
It were indeed a lovely sight to see :
Who would believe that restless sin can be
A bliss, my babe, how much unlike to thine,
"Thou breathing image of the life of nature!
Or change of hue, proportion, shape, or feature;
"A star reflected in a dimpling rill
That moves so slow it hardly moves at all,—
Seen in the lake beneath when all is still,-
Whitens the lustre of an autumn moon,
A sudden breeze that cools the cheek of noon,
Of Fancy may suggest,-cannot supply Fit semblance of the sleeping life of infancy.
"Calm art thou as the blessed Sabbath eve,
The blessed Sabbath eve when thou wast born;
"So be thy life,—a gentle Sabbath, pure
From worthless strivings of the work-day earth!
On thy smooth brow. And, though fast-coming years
STEREOTYPED BY L. JOHNSON AND CO.