MONG the hills of Athol he was born; An unproductive slip of rugged ground, With strictness scarcely known on English ground. Thus informed, He had small need of books; for many a tale, By which she is made quick to recognise So passed the time; yet to the nearest town He duly went with what small overplus His earnings might supply, and brought away The book that most had tempted his desires While at the stall he read. Among the hills He gazed upon that mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. Oft did he take delight In dreams, in study, and in ardent thought, Thus was he reared; much wanting to assist The growth of intellect, yet gaining more, And every moral feeling of his soul With those whom he saw suffer. Hence it came That in our best experience he was rich, And in the wisdom of our daily life. -Vigorous in health, of hopeful spirits, undamped WE MORNING SCENE. E started-and he led me toward the hills Up through an ample vale, with higher hills Before us, mountains stern and desolate ; But in the majesty of distance, now Set off, and to our ken appearing fair Of aspect, with aerial softness clad, And beautified with morning's purple beams. The wealthy, the luxurious, by the stress Of business roused, or pleasure, ere their time, May roll in chariots, or provoke the hoofs Of the fleet coursers they bestride, to raise From earth the dust of morning, slow to rise; And they, if blessed with health and hearts at ease, Shall lack not their enjoyment-but how faint Compared with ours! who, pacing side by side, Could, with an eye of leisure, look on all That we beheld; and lend the listening sense To every grateful sound of earth and air; Pausing at will-our spirits braced, our thoughts Pleasant as roses in the thickets blown, And pure as dew bathing their crimson leaves. VIEW FROM HARTSOPE RAVINE. A step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts By waking sense or by the dreaming soul ! By earthly nature had the effect been wrought And mountain-steeps and summits, whereunto The vapours had receded, taking there Their station under a cerulean sky. Oh, 'twas an unimaginable sight! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks, and emerald turf, Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky In fleecy folds voluminous enwrapped. Stood fixed; and fixed resemblances were seen But vast in size, in substance glorified; Sc OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION. CORN and contempt forbid me to proceed! But History, time's slavish scribe, will tell How rapidly the zealots of the cause Disbanded-or in hostile ranks appeared; Some, tired of honest service; these, outdone, Disgusted therefore, or appalled, by aims Of fiercer zealots-so confusion reigned, And the more faithful were compelled to exclaim, As Brutus did to Virtue, "Liberty, I worshipped thee, and find thee but a Shade!" THE UNIVERSE A SHELL. I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract |