'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill- 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, I SAW THY FORM. I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor seem to know the wealth that shines So, vail'd beneath the simplest guise, And that, which charm'd all other eyes, If souls could always dwell above, We ne'er had lost thee here, Mary! To live with them is far less sweet THOSE EVENING BELLS. Those evening bells! those evening bells! COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish- Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us, What charm for aching hearts he can reveal, Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us— "Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal?" THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE. The turf shall be my fragrant shrine; My choir shall be the moonlight waves, I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown, Thy Heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, I'll read thy anger in the rack That clouds awhile the day-beam's track; Of sunny brightness breaking through! There's nothing bright, above, below, There's nothing dark, below, above, 1 Pii orant tacite. OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT. Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so link'd together, Like leaves in wintry weather; Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE. Like morning, when her early breeze Thy Grace can send its breathings o'er Till David touch'd his sacred lyre, So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord, THE BIRD LET LOOSE. The bird, let loose in eastern skies,1 Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, So grant me, God, from every care THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe, There's nothing true but Heaven! And false the light on Glory's plume, And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom From wave to wave we're driven; THOU ART, O GOD! Thou art, O God, the life and light When Day, with farewell beam, delays The carrier pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. 1 And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven- When Night, with wings of starry gloom, When youthful Spring around us breathes, THOMAS DICK, 1774. No author of the nineteenth century has a higher claim upon the respect and gratitude of the world than the venerable Christian philosopher, Dr. Thomas Dick. He was born near Dundee on the 24th of November, 1774. His father, a linen manufacturer, was distinguished no less for his intelligence than for his eminent Christian character, and his mother, a woman of exemplary piety, taught him to read the New Testament before he entered any school: thus he had the early advantages of the best of all schools, a truly Christian home. A simple incident early directed the studies of Dr. Dick to astronomy. When only nine years old, while walking in his father's garden about nine o'clock in the evening, his attention was directed by a maid-servant to the north, which was quite suddenly illuminated by the Aurora Borealis. He was struck with amazement as well as terror; and so powerful was the impression made upon his mind that he was very early led to make eager inquiries for such books as would reveal to him some of the mysteries of astronomy and meteorology; and he actually constructed a rude telescope himself, by which he could see the rings of Saturn. His father, seeing the strong bent of his son's mind, had good sense enough not to keep him any longer in his factory, and at the age of sixteen he began to study Latin, with the view of entering the university. In 1794 he became a student of the University of Edinburgh, and in the spring of 1795 was nominated teacher to the Orphans' Hospital in that city. Here he continued two years, and then left to pursue his academical studies. About this time his mind began to be impressed with serious religious views, and the study of the Scriptures and works upon divinity and theological criticism engrossed much of his thought and attention. In 1801, having gone through the regular course of study as a student of divinity in the Secession Church, he obtained his |