might hold communion with, to pass the "valley of the shadow of death." Yet, this reflection brings to our minds, her own gentle words, which at all times make the bitter sweet, and add a salutary consolation to the ruffled breast. How solemn, and expressive these lines; "Her spirit's hope her bosom's love Oh! could they mount and fly! She never sees a wandering dove, She never hears a soft wind bear Low music on its way, But deems it sent from heavenly air, For her who cannot stay! Let her depart!" And when the past hovers before our sight, we can say, who hath touched the lyre and brought forth sympathies, for seasons of sun-smiles, and tear-drops -the buoyant spirit, and the opprest-in strains so sublime, as when we glide across the lake of poetic thought with this fair bard? Or farther, when we stand beside the bed-side of mourning, or pass on to the verge of the tomb, and remember the pious breathing that ever and anon, lit up the eye of her readers, with the hope of a blissful eternity beyond the grave; do we not discover, that she laboured ardently in the cause of religion, by pointing her fellow-creatures, in the most persuasive language we could imagine, to Calvary's eminence? Yes! and we exclaim in the words she so warmly addressed, to the invaluable and cherishing 'Sunbeam,' "Thou turnest not from the humblest grave, Where a flower to the sighing winds may wave; "OH! for the harp that David swept, At whose divine entrancing sound The evil spirit distance kept, While holier visions hover'd round: Oh! for such harp in these our days, To speak a God's, a Saviour's praise. "Christian, wouldst thou such harp possess, BARTON. THE RETROSPECT. "Remember all the way which the Lord thy God led thee." DEUT. VIII. 2. ROLL mighty billows! onward roll, Calm light from heaven illumes my soul, I see behind me, clouded skies, And darkness on my way before; Like Moses, on the glorious mount I would rejoice at this glad hour, A wilderness-a howling waste- |