Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart. Alone our secret throbbings: so our prayer For if one heart in perfect sympathy Beat with another, answering love for love, William Thom. Born 1789. Died 1848 A NATIVE of Inverury, in Aberdeenshire, and author of some touching poetry. His occupation was that of a weaver. After publishing in the newspapers various pieces which attracted some notice, he issued in 1844 "Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-loom Weaver," which were well received. But distress and penury hastened his end: he died at Dundee in 1848. THE MITHERLESS BAIRN. WHEN a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame Aneath his cauld brow siccan dreams hover there, Her spirit that passed in yon hour o' his birth, Oh! speak na him harshly-he trembles the while, 1790. Bryan Walter Procter. {Bied 1874. WRITING under the nom de plume of Barry Cornwall, was born about the year 1790. He studied for the law, and was called to the bar in 1831. His first publication was "Dramatic Scenes, and other Poems," published in 1819, which established his reputation as a poet. His other publications are numerous, and he is especially admired for his English songs, which have become great favourites. Procter is also a prose writer of some eminence. He was for many years one of the Commissioners of Lunacy. a valuable appointment, but which he resigned in 1860. ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN. O THOU vast Ocean! ever-sounding Sea! Fleets come and go, and shapes that have no life The earth hath naught of this: no chance or change And Winter always winds his sullen horn, Is beautiful; and when thy silver waves And hearken to the thoughts thy waters teach- Charlotte Elizabeth. { Born 1790 Died 1846. BOEN at Norwich, 1st October 1790. Her father was a clergyman of the English Church. She was married when young to Mr George Phelan, After his death in 1837, she married Mr Tonna. She is best known by her religious prose writings, which are chiefly for the young. THE CHRISTIAN'S WARFARE. SOLDIER go-but not to claim Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure; Not to dwell in tents of pleasure. Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses; Turn no wishful eye of youth Soldier rest!-but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow; Such a charge as thou dost keep Soldier rise!-the war is done, Lo! the hosts of hell are flying; All the conquer'd land of glory; Quit the Cross and take the Crown: Triumph! all thy foes are banish'd, David Vedder. Born 1790 Died 1854 BORN in Orkney in 1790. He contributed largely poetical pieces to the periodicals. In 1832 he published "Orcadian Sketches," and in 1840 he issued a collected edition of his poems. Mr Vedder filled the office of tide-surveyor in Leith, and died at Edinburgh in 1854. THE TEMPLE OF NATURE. TALK not of temples-there is one Built without hands, to mankind given; Its lamps are the meridian sun And all the stars of heaven; Its walls are the cerulean sky, Its floor the earth so green and fair; The dome is vast immensity All nature worships there! The Alps arrayed in stainless snow, The Andean ranges yet untrod, At sunrise and at sunset glow Like altar-fires to God. |