As with the stream our voyage we pursue, The gross materials of this world present A marvellous study of wild accident; Uncouth proximities of old and new ; And bold transfigurations, more untrue (As might be deemed) to disciplined intent Than aught the sky's fantastic element, When most fantastic, offers to the view. Saw we not Henry scourged at Becket's shrine? [crown,

Lo! John self-stripped of his insignia ;Sceptre and mantle, sword and ring, laid down [line At a proud legate's feet! The spears that Baronial halls, the opprobrious insult feel; And angry ocean roars a vain appeal.

AND not in vain embodied to the sight
Religion finds even in the stern retreat
Of feudal sway her own appropriate seat;
From the collegiate pomps on Windsor's
height,

Down to the humble altar, which the knight

And his retainers of the embattled hall
Seek in domestic oratory small,
For prayer in stillness, or the chanted rite;
Then chiefly dear, whose foes are planted
round,
[place,
Who teach the intrepid guardians of the
Hourly exposed to death, with famine worn,
And suffering under many a perilous wound,

How sad would be their durance, if forlorn Of offices dispensing heavenly grace!

CONTINUED.

AND what melodious sounds at times prevail !

And, ever and anon, how bright a gleam

Pours on the surface of the turbid stream!
What heartfelt fragrance mingles with the
That swells the bosom of our passing sail!
gale
For where, but on this river's margin, blow
Those flowers of chivalry, to bird the brow
Of hardihood with wreaths that shall not
fail?

Fair court of Edward! wonder of the world!
I see a matchless blazonry unfurled
Of wisdom, magnanimity, and love;
And meekness tempering honourable pride;
The lamb is couching by the lion's side,
And near the flame-eyed eagle sits the dove.

CRUSADERS.

of these bright scenes without a farewell NOR can imagination quit the shores glance [mance Given to those dream-like issues-that roOf many-coloured life which fortune pours Their labours end; or they return to lie, Round the crusaders, till on distant shores The vow performed, in cross-legged effigy, Devoutly stretched upon their chancel floors. [chanted

Am I deceived? Or is their requiem By voices never mute when heaven unties Her inmost, softest, tenderest harmonies; Requiem which earth takes up with voice [and wise, For their high guerdon not in vain have When she would tell how good, and brave, panted!

undaunted

ARCHBISHOP CHICHLEY TO HENRY V. "WHAT beast in wilderness or cultured field

The lively beauty of the leopard shows?

grows

That to the towering lily doth not yield? Let both meet only on thy royal shield!

The list of foul names bestowed upon those poor creatures is long and curious; and, as is, alas! too natural, most of the opprobrious appellations are drawn from circumstances into which they were forced by their persecutors, who even consolidated their miseries into one reproachful term, calling them Patarenians or Paturins, from pati, to suffer.

"Dwellers with wolves she names them, for the pine

And green oak are their covert; as the gloom
Of night oft foils their enemy's design,
She calls them riders on the flying broom:
Sorcerers, whose frame and aspect have be-

come

One and the same through practices malign."|

sudden fear,

And at her call is Wicliffe disinhumed; Yea, his dry bones to ashes are consumed, And flung into the brook that travels near ; Forthwith that ancient voice which streams [the wind,

can hear, Thus speaks, (that voice which waiks upon Though seldom heard by busy human kind,) "As thou these ashes, little brook! wilt

bear

Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
Into main ocean they, this deed accurst
An emblem yields to friends and enemies
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth shall spread throughout the world
dispersed."

No sacrifice avert, no power dispute; The tapers shall be quenched, the belfries [rage, And, 'mid their choirs unroofed by selfish The warbling wren shall find a leafy cage: The gadding bramble hang her purple fruit;

And the green lizard and the gilded newt Lead unmolested lives, and die of age. The owl of evening and the woodland fox For their abode the shrines of Waltham choose:

Proud Glastonbury can no more refuse

Mortification with the shirt of hair,

CONTINUED.

YET some noviciates of the cloistral shade. Or chained by vows, with undissembled glee

The warrant hail-exulting to be free; Like ships before whose keels, full long embayed

In polar ice, propitious winds have made
Unlooked-for outlet to an open sea,
Their liquid world, for bold discovery,
In all her quarters temptingly displayed!
Hope guides the young; but when the old
must pass
[find
The threshold, whither shall they turn to
The hospitality-the alms (alas!
Alms may be needed) which that house
[mind
Can they, in faith and worship, train the
To keep this new and questionable road?

bestowed?

Like saintly Fisher, and unbending More. Lightly for both the bosom's lord did sit Upon his throne; unsoftened, undismayed By aught that mingled with the tragic scene Of pity or fear; and More's gay genius

played