A case precisely of the same kind is mentioned by Mr. Mariner. "A young Chief at Tonga, a very handsome man, was inspired by the ghost of a woman in Bolotoo, who had fallen in love with him. On a sudden he felt himself lowspirited, and shortly afterwards fainted away. When he came to himself he was very ill, and was taken accordingly to the house of a priest. As yet he did not know who it was that inspired him, but the priest informed him that it was a woman of Bolotoo, mentioning her name, who had died some years before, and who wished him now to die, that he might be near her. He accordingly died in two days. The Chief said he suspected this from the dreams he had had at different times,

when the figure of a woman came to him in the night. Mr. Mariner was with the sick Chief three or four times during his illness, and heard the priest foretell his death, and relate the occasion of it." - Mariner.

The following similar case appeared in a newspaper :"Died, on Sunday evening, the 14th instant, John Sackeouse, aged 22, a native of the west coast of Greenland. This Eskimaux has occupied a considerable share of the public attention, and his loss will be very generally felt. He had already rendered important service to the country in the late expedition of discovery, and great expectations were naturally formed of the utility which he would prove on the expedition

68.

Thy will be done, Father in heaven who art!
The Pastor said, nor longer now denied ;
But with a weight of awe upon his heart
Enter'd the church, and there the font beside,
With holy water, chrism and salt applied,
Perform'd in all solemnity the rite.

His feeling was that hour with fear allied;

Yeruti's was a sense of pure delight,

[bright.

69.

His wish hath been obtain'd, and this being done
His soul was to its full desire content.
The day in its accustom'd course pass'd on,
The Indian mark'd him ere to rest he went,
How o'er his beads, as he was wont, he bent,
And then, like one who casts all care aside,
Lay down. The old man fear'd no ill event,
When, "Ye are come for me!" Yeruti cried;

ΤΟ

CAROLINE BOWLES.

Could I look forward to a distant day
With hope of building some elaborate lay,
Then would I wait till worthier strains of mine
Might bear inscribed thy name, O Caroline !
For I would, while my voice is heard on earth,
Bear witness to thy genius and thy worth.
But we have both been taught to feel with fear
How frail the tenure of existence here,
What unforeseen calamities prevent,
Alas, how oft! the best resolved intent;
And therefore this poor volume I address
To thee, dear friend, and sister Poetess.

Keswick, Feb. 21. 1829.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

ALL FOR LOVE,

OR A SINNER WELL SAVED.

THE story of the following Poem is taken from a Life of St. Basil, ascribed to his contemporary St. Amphilochius, Bishop of Iconium; a Latin version of which, made by

about to sail for Baffin's Bay. The Admiralty, with great liberality and judgment, had directed the greatest pains to be taken in his farther education; and he had been several months in Edinburgh with this view, when he was seized with a violent inflammation in the chest, which carried him off in a few days. He was extremely docile, and though rather slow in the attainment of knowledge, he was industrious, zealous, and cheerful, and was always grateful for the kindness and attention shown to him. His amiable disposition and simple manners had interested those who had opportunities of knowing him personally, in a way that will not soon be forgotten. To the public his loss, we fear, is irreparable.

Cardinal Ursus in the ninth century, is inserted by Rosweyde among the Lives of the Fathers, in his compilation Historia Eremitica. The original had not then been printed, but Rosweyde obtained a copy of it from the Royal Library at Paris. He intimates no suspicion concerning the authenticity of the life, or the truth of this particular legend; observing only, that "hæc narratio apud solum invenitur Amphilochium." It is, indeed, the flower of the work, and as such had been culled by some earlier translator than Ursus.

The very learned Dominican, P. François Combefis, published the original with a version of his own, and endeavoured to establish its authenticity in opposition to Baronius, who supposed the life to have been written by some other Amphilochius, not by the Bishop of Iconium. Had Combefis possessed powers of mind equal to his erudition, he might even then have been in some degree prejudiced upon this subject, for, according to Baillet, "il avoit un attachement particulier pour S. Basile." His version is inserted in the Acta Sanctorum (Jun. t. ii. pp. 937-957.) But the Bollandist Baert brands the life there as apocryphal; and in his annotations treats Combefis more rudely, it may be suspected, than he would have done, had he not belonged to a rival and hostile order. Should the reader be desirous of comparing the Poem with the Legend, he may find the story, as transcribed from Rosweyde, in the Note below.1

I.

A YOUTH hath enter'd the Sorcerer's door, But he dares not lift his eye,

For his knees fail and his flesh quakes, And his heart beats audibly.

to his friends it is doubly severe. Just before his death, the poor Eskimaux said he knew he was going to die; that his father and mother had died in the same way; and that his sister, who was the last of all his relations, had just appeared to him and called him away."- Edinburgh Courant, Feb. 19.

FROM THE LIFE OF S. BASIL THE GREAT, BY S. AMPHILOCHIUS, BISHOP OF ICONIUM.

Rosweyde, Vita Patrum, pp. 156-158.

1 "Helladius autem sanctæ recordationis, qui inspector et minister fuit miraculorum quæ ab eo patrata sunt, quique