Then wider as awoke the day, Was seen a speck--a tiny wing. Fair was the landscape-very fair— The dreamer wist not what might be Pondered in heart the matter over, What is it that his eyes discover? Eye could not gaze on shape so bright, Which from its atmosphere of light, And love, and beauty, shed around, From every winnow of her wings, Upon the fainting air perfumes, Sweeter than Thought's imaginings ; And at each silent bend of grace, The dreamer's ruptured eye could trace, (Far richer than the peacock's plumes,) A rainbow shadow on the ground, As if from out elysium's bowers. From brightest gold to deepest blue, Had fallen to earth in radiant showers. The lily of the Nile her nose; Before the crimson of her lips Her vesture seemed as from the blooms With magic warp in fairy looms, And tissued with the woof of love. Robert Pollok. Boru 1799 Died 1827. THIS distinguished poet was born at Muirhouse, in Renfrewshire, where his father was a farmer. He studied at the University of Glasgow, and was educated for the ministry in the (Presbyterian) United Secession Church. Previous to being licenced he had finished his "Course of Time," a poem so ambitious for a young student, that he had difficulty in obtaining a publisher. Through the influence of Professor Wilson it was at length published in Edinburgh, and speedily obtained an extensive circulation. Pollok is also the author of some prose tales on the Covenanters, which have had a considerable sale. But health had been undermined by excessive study. He undertook a journey to Italy in the hope of re-establishing it; but it was too late, the disease was too far advanced and he returned only to die at Southampton on 15th September 1827. FRIENDSHIP. NOT unremembered is the hour when friends Met. Friends, but few on earth, and therefore dear Yet always sought, so native to the heart, Nor wonder those-thou wonderest not, nor need'st. Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen And talked the speech, and ate the food of heaven! BYRON. THERE was another, large of understanding, Of matter traced; its virtues, motions, laws; Leaving the earth, at will he soared to heaven, And to the music of the rolling spheres Did all that mind assisted most could do A deeper lesson this to mortals taught, Alaric Alexander Watts. (Born 1797 Died 1864. BORN in London, 19th March 1797. He was for some time a tutor in a family in Manchester, and during his residence there he published, in 1822, "Poetic Sketches." In the same year he became editor of a Leeds paper, and afterwards a busy labourer in the literary field. In 1850 he published his most perfect poems, Lyrics of the Heart." In 1853 he was presented by Government with a pension of £100 a-year, which he enjoyed till his death, 5th April 1864. TEN YEARS AGO. I TOO am changed-I scarce know why- Time cannot sure have wrought the ill; Though worn in this world's sickening strife, In soul and form, I linger still In the first summer month of life; Yet journey on my path below, Oh! how unlike-ten years ago! But look not thus: I would not give The wreck of hopes that thou must share, To bid those joyous hours revive, When all around me seemed so fair. We've wandered on in sunny weather, When winds were low, and flowers in bloom, And hand in hand have kept together, And still will keep, 'mid storm and glɔom ; Endeared by ties we could not know Has Fortune frowned? Her frowns were vain, Steadfast in calms, in tempests tried; Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow, Lord Macaulay. Born 1800 Died 1859. THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY was born at Rothley Temple, Leicestershire, on 25th October 1800. His father was Zachary Macaulay, son of a Scotch minister, from the Isle of Lewis. Thomas was educated at Cambridge, where he gained two medals for prize poems. In 1825 appeared in the "Edinburgh Review" his article on Milton, which attracted universal notice; it was the first of that long series of brilliant papers which were the earlier basis of his fame. He studied for the English bar, into which he was admitted in 1826. In 1830 Macaulay was returned as Whig member for Calne, and was a prominent supporter of Reform. In 1834 he went to India as a member of the Supreme Council of Calcutta. Returning to England with a fortune, he re-entered political life as Secretary at War in 1839. In 1840, he was returned as M.P. for the city of Edinburgh, which he represented till 1847, when he lost his election. He declined to re-enter Parliament for any other place, and devoted his leisure to the composition of the well known " Lays of Ancient Rome," published in 1842, and of the "History of England," which met with a reception equal to Gibbon's immortal work. Honours were heaped upon him. He was elected rector of Glasgow University in 1849. In 1850 he was appointed Professor of Ancient History in the Royal Academy. In 1852 he was re-elected M.P. for the city of Edinburgh without canvass of any kind. In 1853 he received the Prussian Order of Merit; and in 1857 he was raised to the peerage as Baron Macaulay of Rothley. His health seems to have been injured by the confinement attending his literary labours, and he died on 20th December 1859. FROM "THE LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME." THEN out spake brave Horatius, The captain of the gate; 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. |