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0, talk of God in secret shades,
Where silence every part pervades,-,

The pine scarce waves its head, -
And sacred awe prevails around,
And every step is holy ground

Where Faith delights to tread.
And ye whose voice is heard afar,
Say whence ye coine, and whose ye are,

And who has bid you roar !
Lift high to Heaven the impetuous song,
And in your boldest notes prolong

His praise from shore to shore !
Nor brooks nor rills the strain refuse,
And let me catch it as I muse

Beside your banks so fair:
Ye headlong torrents, dark and deep,
Ye softer floods that silent sleep,

Jehovah's praise declare.
And thou, majestic main, arise,
And sound His praises to the skies

Who swells thy rolling tide! Whose greater voice or bids chee roar, Or bids thee calmly kiss the shore,

When winds and waves subside. Soft roll your incense, herbs and fruits ! While every flower its fragrance shoots,

In mingled clouds to Heaven ! Whose sun exalts, whose breath perfumes, Whose showers refresh, whose light illumes,

By whom your tints were given. Ye forests, bend! ye harvests, wave To Him who all your produce gave,

And ripen'd all your store !
And let your silent praise impart
A secret joy to man's glad heart,

And bid his spirit soar!
Ye stars, effuse your mildest ray,
As through the vault of Heaven ye stray,

And glow with sacred fire!
And, while ye speak your Maker's praise,
Their sweetest songs let angels raise,

And strike the silver lyre !
Great source of day! as round the world
We see thy glorious light unfurld,

Praise Him who bade thee shine!
Let every bcam His love declare,
Who placed thy lamp of brightness there

To speak His power divine !
Ye thunders, sing His praise aloud,
And, echoing back from cloud to cloud,

Inspire the swelling gale !
Retain the sound, ye rocks and hills !
Praise Him who all creation fills,-

Whose kingdom shall prevail !

Ye groves and woodlands, all awake,
And at the strains of music break

From your remotest shade!
Let every creature,-earth and air,-
That boundless power and love declare

Which all his works pervade !
But chief, let reasoning man proclaim
With lofty songs his Maker's name!-

Let crowded cities raise
One general, one harmonious song,
And through the extended earth prolong

The great Jehovah's praise !
And ye who seek the rural shade,
And court the cool, sequester'd glade,

There feed devotion's fire !
Unite, the tribute just to pay,
The shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay,

And the poetic lyre !
For me,-if I forget to raise
The voice of prayer, the song of praise,

And every change to greet, -
O let my fancy paint no more !
My tongue be mute, my joys be 'o'er!-

Forget my heart to beat !
Should Fate compel my steps to stray, -
Bear me to distant climes away,-

To regions wild and bare !
Where'er I dwell, where'er I roam,
I find a Father and a home,

For God is everywhere !
E'en to the farthest verge of earth
He gives the vast creation birth,

And boundless love declares !
In cities full, or barren wastes,
Man all his Maker's bounty tastes,
And all His

mercy

shares !
And, at the fast, the solemn hour,
When death, with irresistless power,

Shall bear my soul away
To wing its long and mystic flight
Through realms of gloom, and shades of night, -

I cheerful will obey !
I cannot go where Endless Love,-
Sustaining all yon orbs above,

Siniles not on all around;
Educing good from seeming ill,
And better thence, and better still,

To time's remotest bound.
But let me cease my feeble song,
Nor thus th' unequal strain prolong,

The fruitless anthem raise !
I lose myself in heavenly light!
O let me curb my daring flight,

And silent muse His praise.
Totnes, Devon, June 11, 1824.

WRITTEN AT SUNSET, July 30, 1824.

Lo, the sun's triumphal car
Bears the victor froin his war ;
Yet a moment he delays
O'er the last of vanquish'd days,
Rearing, on the west's blue shore,
To his God one trophy more:
Golden banners here are twining,

There rich clouds, like arms, are rollid
Fiery arms that burn in shining,

Shield of light and sword of gold.
Pause and view yon pile sublime

On the field of conquer'd time.
Pause and look, with no vain gaze,
Where goes down the last of days :
Read the moral, writ in fire
On the day's proud funeral pyre.
Life is like the vanished sun;
Swift as that, its race is run.
Like the clouds, wbich veil'd the azure

Of the day for ever pass’d,
Tears and trials dim the pleasure

Of man's hours, until the last.
Trace and learn the lore sublime

On the scroll of parted time.
Enter, like the lord of day,
On thy brief, but lofty way.
Scorn, like him, each dusky cloud
Weaving round a transient shroud :
Pass, like him, serene and high,
On the march that wins the sky.
So shall every cloud surrender

All its gloom at evening hour,
Verging, in one pomp of splendour,

Round the light that spurn'd its power.
List, oh list, the voice sublime
From the grave of buried time!

Crediton.

A BALLAD, On the Irish Superstition of a Child changed by Fairies, by Mr. ANSTER. [From “ Researches in the South of Ireland.” By 'T. C. Croker. 410. pp. 86, 87.]

The summer sun was sinking

With a mild light calm and mellow,
It shone on my little boy's bonny cheeks,

And his loose locks of yellow.
The robin was singing sweetly,

And his song was sad and tender ;
And my little boy's eyes as he heard the song

Smiled with a sweet soft splendour.
My little boy lay on my bosom,

While his soul the song was quasing:
The joy of his soul had ting'd his cheek,

And his heart and his eye were laughing.

I sat alone in my cottage,

The midnight needle plying;
I feared for my child, for the rush's light

In the socket now was dying.
There came a hand to my lonely latch,

Like the wind at midnight moaning,
I knelt to pray-but rose again

For I heard my little boy groaning!
I crossed my brow, and I crossed my breast,

But that night my child departed!
They left a weakling in his stead,

And I am broken hearted !
Oh! it cannot be my own sweet boy,

For his eyes are dim and hollow;
My little boy is gone to God,

And his mother soon will follow.
The dirge for the dead will be sung for me,

And the inass be chaunted meetly;
And I will sleep with my little boy

In the moonlight churchyard sweetly.

OBITUARY.

July 5, the Rev. Dr. JOHNSTON, minister doubtingly, to entertain the same opi. during a long period of the Church and nions which he held, till the time when Parish of North Leith; respected and his son had nearly fiúished his studies at beloved as a pastor and revered as the Cambridge, and was soon to be ordained. patron and founder of the Asylum in His widow, who had a mind equally seri. Edinburgh for the Industrious Blind. ous, penetrating, humble and candid, was

then led, with her daughters, by their

intimacy with the Rev. Edward Harries, 19, the Rev. THOMAS FLEMING, (for a memoir of whom, see Mon. Repos. D.D., one of the ministers of Edinburgh; Vol. VII. p. 118,) to doubt whether they a zealous preacher of the old school, a had not hitherto, on some very material man of varied talents, and a Christian of points, misappréhended the plain and fervent piety and unquestioned virtue. obrious doctrines of Christ and his apos

tles. Their friend was then in possession Aug. 2, in the 30th year of his age, and of the church in the village where they

of two livings, and performed the duty 5th of his ministry, the Rev. A. WAUGH, resided. He was still inquiring himself, M.A., late Minister of the Presbyterian Church, Miles's Lane, and son of Dr. but became daily more and more conWaugh, of Wells-Street.

vinced that Unitarianism was the doctrine of the gospel, and from time to time

gave up reading those parts of the Liturgy - 11, at Bristol, at an advanced age, which he judged to be ubscriptural; and ANNE, relict of Howell Wynne Hughes, so far were his hearers from objecting to of London, optician. In the early part this, that not only the people of his own of her life, she suffered under unexpected parish regularly attended, but as many trials and affliction, from the imprudence others as could be accommodated with of one with whom she was nearly con. places in the church. nected: but her mind was one of un- This went on for several years, till an common strength and steadiness, and anonymous letter sent to the Bishop of Providence graciously tempered them to the diocese brought a remonstrance from her feeliugs by a large over-balance of him, which caused Mr. Harris to resign succeeding blessings and mercies. l'hough his livings. But long before this hapborn and educated in the bosom of the pened, Mrs. Hughes, with her mother Established Church, she became, while and sisters, were become convinced and young, a convert to the doctrines of Uni- zealous Unitarians. When her marriage tarianism. Her father, a beneficed cler. caused her to remove to London, she gyman, died while his children were regularly attended the excellent Theo. young, and the family continued, un. philus Lindsey and Dr. Disney, in Essex

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Street, and esteemed it a high privilege Aug. 25, at his residence, Castle Hill, and enjoyment so to do.

aged 61, JOHN LEES, Esq. It would be After her return into Shropshire, the a task attended with some difficulty to death of her highly-valued friend Mr. mention a character even in this enterHarris, and the removal of a most re. prising neighbourhood who has united spectable family who had formed a part with great mental energy such industrious of his seceding congregation, Mrs. Hughes and persevering qualities as those the and her younger sister carried on a regu- deceased possessed. Early in life and in lar weekly service in their own house, the very infancy of the cotton business which was highly satisfactory to the he became a spinner. With an ardour family, and to those of their neighbours peculiar to his disposition and a strong who chose to attend; and the number discernment of what machinery rendered of their hearers rather increasing than practicable, he was one of the foremost falling off, it was continued till their to avail himself of its peculiar advantages. removal to Bristol in June 1819. Her He had the good fortune to connect himstate of health and apparent strength self with three other partners, all of was such as led her family and friends whom became exceedingly successful in to look forward to a continuance of her the trade, and to whom altogether the valuable life for years to come. But He village of Stayley Bridge owes the estab. who “doeth all things well,” thought fit lishment of its eminence and prosperity. to order it otherwise. And her sorrow- Having married when quite a young ing relatives and friends feel that they man, the stimulus of an increasing family have abundant reason for thankfulness, urged him to the nicest calculations in the that the sufferings which necessarily at- economy of his time, and the regulations tend a protracted illness were not deemed he introduced in this respect amongst a needful for her, and that at last she was very numerous class of workmen have released from the cares and toils of mor- been attended with the best effects both tality by a moinentary struggle, probably to themselves and to their employers. As unfelt by herself.

a master, he was strict in discipline, Her family must ever cherish the most requiring regular attention and uniform grateful feelings towards their friend, the obedience to the orders he prescribed. Rev. J. Rowe, for the very eloquent and But it ought not to be omitted that when impressive service delivered at Lewin's Sir Robert Peel's bill for limiting the Mead on the Sunday following the fune. hours of labour in cotton factories became ral. It was deeply affecting; yet it a law, it had nothing to redress in those strengthened their best feelings, enabling under his controul. With such a knowthem to rise above selfish sorrow, in the ledge of his business, derived from its consideration of that bright and glorious first principles, and enlarged by every bope which the Scriptures assure us the new improvement with which that busi“ righteous hath in his death."

ness has been connected, the accumulaM. H. tion of a large property ceases to be

matter of surprise. To himself it was Aug. 25, at Chichester, Miss SHIPPAM, a

attended with no other advantage nor member of the Unitarian Church in that valued for any other purpose but that of city. The value of her views of Christian welfare of his family and his friends..

increasing the comfort and promoting the truth was vividly displayed, during a very As a father, he was ever kind and af, long and severely painful illness, which fectionate; as a husband, early attached she bore with the most perfect resignation and sincerely devoted to a most estimable to the will of her heavenly Father. The wife. She along with a numerous family present and future world were connected remain to derive that consolation under in her mind as the evening and morning his irreparable loss which the rememof a day: she looked forward, in consequence, with holy joy, to the period of brance of his virtues and his amiable the resurrection, when she hoped to be qualities will always afford them. With reunited to her Christian relatives and his children he relaxed the authority of friends, before the throne of that Being strained intercourse as a friend. To them

the parent to enjoy their more upre. to whom her prayers, evidently with in- he was always communicative, and except crease of benefit and comfort to herself, the time necessarily occupied with his were earnestly and frequently directed. Medicine was impotent, and parental

concerns abroad, he had all his enjoy. anxiety vain, to arrest the progress of

ments at home. With a mind so constidisease; but, blessed be God, revelation tuted and talents kept bright with action, declares, “ The maid is not dead, but will be naturally inferred that he was a

and which continued to wear so well, it sleepeth.”

valuable companion. His table was ever one of the most hospitable, and himself never so happy as in the society of his

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