When many griefs the mournful brow shall cloud, "Thus is the bosom taught That lesson of delight, which lifts the soul Up to the source of thought, Whose splendours round its soaring pinions roll; Beyond the brightness of the golden sun, From stores of boundless light and living glory won! "And is it thus, the tomb Is robbed of terror, and a ray divine Beams on its lonely gloom, Making its pale recess a radiant shrine, Where kindred hearts should rather sing than weep, "Where, for the funeral hymn, Or wail of grief, the chant of praise should swell, The lofty spirit fenced with clay should dwell: In anthems, and its hopes, in bliss that knows no end! "This is the priceless boon The promise offered, and the high reward, In young existence, seeks the Blessed Word: And life's dark cares are nought, and every trying scene. "Thus, shorn of power, the toil, And heat, and burden of its day are brief; And scathe of time, the spirit finds relief; From earth's Aceldema it turns away, And basks in visions bright of heaven's eternal day! "There, where nor cloud, nor gloom The vernal soil or brilliant sky o'ersweep, With crowns unfading and affection deep; 66 And see life's crystal river roll along, And hear the tuneful notes of many an angel song! In early days that blessed path to tread, And thornless flowers on every side can spread; And point its beauty forth to youth's inquiring eye? "Then, let the way be shown; And when its inward track is duly found, And to sweet children known, Their little footsteps light should print the ground ;' So, when their race is ended, they may hear A Saviour's welcome breathed, within the dying ear! "A welcome, like the one Which, at Capernaum, on earth he spake, And bade his friends love children for his sake; He spread their guileless ways and charms to view, And said, like them in heart, be simple, pure, and true.' "Thus reared, a tender child The newness of its soul, till death, may keep Serene and undefiled; Bright shall its day dreams be, and calm its sleep; And when the twilight of decline shall come, A band of seraph forms will guide the spirit home. And in the courts above, The Father and the Friend, with smile benign, And grant that spirit in his realms divine; And, 'midst a scene no mortal eye can see, Speak the fond words of love- Ye children, come to me!"" I NEVER CAN FORGET A SONG OF THE MASKED BALL, BY JOSEPH ROBINS. "Oh! Venice, I shall long remember thee, "Twas there I met the fair and gay Lisette, ""Twas when the dance was o'er that she withdrew "And when she left the gay and giddy scene ANNE BULLEN. The accompanying engraving represents the interview betwen Henry the Eighth and Anne Bullen, as described by Shakspeare, where the king says:— "The fairest hand I ever touched! O beauty, Till now I never knew thee." Speaking of Anne Bullen, Mr. Galt says:-Her birth was certainly high, though her father was not noble. Her mother was a daughter of the Duke of Norfolk; her paternal grandmother was scarcely less eminent, being one of the daughters of the Earl of Wiltshire; but her grandfather had only been Lord Mayor of London. When the king's sister was married to Louis XII., Ann Bullen, then in her seventh year, went as one of her train to Paris, and after the death of Louis, on the return of his dowager to Eng "They went to the Ridotto ;-'tis a hall Where people dance, and sup, and dance again : L. 37. 2. U |