Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise! And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips—" The foe! They come! they come!" THE CATHEDRAL. BUT thou, of temples old, or altars new, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled. Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; The Hon. Mrs Norton. Born 1808. CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN was born in 1808. She is granddaughter of Richard Brinsley Sheridan. From her earliest years she had a taste for versification, and while in her teens appeared before the public as an author. In 1827 she married the Hon. George C. Norton, now a police magistrate of London. The marriage has been an unhappy one, and in 1836 a separation took place, by mutual consent. Mrs Norton is the author of numerous poetical works displaying great beauty and force of expression. THE WIDOWED MOTHER. OFT since that hour, in sadness I retrace Conn'd by unwilling lips with listless air: Alone amidst thy brood of careless hearts! The young rebellious spirits crowding round, Ah! how my selfish heart, which since has grown With riper judgment, looking to the past, Reb. Horatius Bonar, D.D. Born 1808. A DISTINGUISHED clergyman of the Free Church of Scotland in Kelso, he was born at Edinburgh, 19th December 1808. His spiritual songs and his prose works are full of the richest fruits of Christian experience. IS THIS ALL? (From "Hymns of Faith and Peace.") Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face, Sometimes He looks on me, and seems to smile, Sometimes He speaks a passing word of peace, But that is all. Sometimes I think I hear His loving voice And is this all He meant when thus He spoke, Is there no deeper, more enduring rest, Is there no steadier light for thee in Him? O come and see! O look, and look again; O taste His love, and see that it is good, O trust thou, trust thou in His grace and power, Nay, do not wrong Him by thy heavy thoughts, Do thou full justice to His tenderness, His mercy prove; Take Him for what He is; Oh take Him all, Then shall thy tossing soul find anchorage, Thy love shall rest on His; thy weary doubts Thy heart shall find in Him, and in His grace, Christ and His love shall be thy blessed all Christ and His light shall shine on all thy ways Christ and His peace shall keep thy troubled soul Mrs Browning. Born 1809. Died 1861. ELIZABETH BARRETT, one of the greatest of the female poets of Britain, was born in London, of a family in affluent circumstances. At a very early age she wrote verses, and became a frequent contributor to the periodicals. In 1838 she published a collection of her fugitive pieces, which won for her an extraordinary reputation. Miss Barrett was in feeble health, and retired to Torquay to recruit; but she obtained no benefit from her stay, and returned to London a confirmed invalid. Confined to her chamber, she there devoted herself to that poetry "of which she seemed born to be the priestess." In 1844 she published a new edition of her poems, greatly enlarged; and about 1849, in partly restored health, she married Robert Browning the poet. They repaired to Italy, and the change was greatly beneficial to Mrs Browning. They resided there till her death, on 29th June 1861. VICTORIA'S TEARS. ("When the Princess Victoria was first informed that she was Queen of Great Britain, she was so affected by the responsibilities of her new position, that she burst into tears.") "O MAIDEN, heir of kings, The Majesty of death has swept And thou, upon thy mother's breast, No longer lean adown- But take the glory for the rest, And rule the land that loves thee best." The maiden wept ; She wept to wear a crown! They decked her courtly halls- They shouted at her palace gate, |