GEORGE CROLY. THE Rev. George Croly, LL. D., eminent as a theologian and as a writer in various departments of literature, was born in Ireland, and educated at Trinity College in Dublin. He is now rector of St. Stephens, London. His collected "Poems" were published in two octavo volumes in 1830. THE STARS. YE stars! bright legions that, before all time,- Who bade through heaven your golden chariots wheel? Immortal impulses-Eternity? What wonder if the o'erwrought soul should reel For ye behold the mightiest. From that steep Your incense to the Throne!-The heavens shall burn: For all your pomps are dust, and shall to dust return. Yet look, ye living intellects.-The trine The sign when empire's hourglass downwards ran, 'Twas on that arch, graved on that brazen talisman. JACOB'S DREAM. FROM A PICTURE BY WASHINGTON ALLSTON, A. R. A. THE sun was sinking on the mountain zone He spread his cloak and slumbered-darkness fell Of silver trumpets o'er him seemed to swell; Above, a pillar shooting to the sky, Voices are heard-a choir of golden strings, It thunders-the resplendent gates unclose; Far as the eye can glance, on height o'er height, Rise fiery waving wings, and star-crowned brows, Millions on millions, brighter and more bright, Till all is lost in one supreme, unmingled light. But, two beside the sleeping pilgrim stand, Like cherub kings, with lifted, mighty plume, Fixed, sunbright eyes, and looks of high command: They tell the patriarch of his glorious doom; Father of countless myriads that shall come, Sweeping the land like billows of the sea, Bright as the stars of heaven from twilight's gloom, Till He is given whom angels long to see, And Israel's splendid line is crowned with Deity. A DIRGE. "EARTH to earth, and dust to dust!" Here the evil and the just, Here the youthful and the old, Here the fearful and the bold, Here the matron and the maid, Here the sword and sceptre rust- Age on age shall roll along, O'er this pale and mighty throng: Brothers, sisters of the worm: Song of peace, or battle's roar, Ne'er shall break their slumbers more; Death shall keep his solemn trust— But a day is coming fast, Earth, thy mightiest and thy last; Earth to earth, and dust to dust!" Then shall come the judgment sign; Then shall, gorgeous as a gem, ANDREWS NORTON. MR. NORTON was born at Hingham, near Boston, in 1786. He entered Harvard College in 1800, and was graduated in 1804. He studied divinity, but never became a settled clergyman. He was for a time tutor at Bowdoin College, and afterwards tutor and librarian in Harvard University. In 1819, he became Dexter Professor of Sacred Literature in the latter institution. He resigned that office in 1830, and has since resided at Cambridge as a private gentleman. Mr. Norton is author of "The Evidences of the Genuineness of the Gospels," published, in three octavo volumes, in 1848; and of several other theological works, in which he has exhibited great abilities. His poetical writings are remarkable for elegance and a religious dignity and fervor. WRITTEN AFTER THE DEATH OF CHARLES ELIOT. FAREWELL! before we meet again, Perhaps through scenes as yet unknown, I have to journey on alone; To meet with griefs thou wilt not feel, And when we both were wont to kneel, But ne'er a deeper pang to know, Saw on thy cheek the hectic glow, And felt at last each hope give way. But who the destined hour may tell, |