POETRY.

I stood upon a smooth and shelving beach
And listened to the washing of small waves
That swell'd and rippled with the evening breeze.
I did not note each pebble as it sunk

And disappear'd beneath the wat❜ry whelming,
But when I saw the fair and sparkling stone
Whose lustre gave the beach a starry brilliance
'That seem'd to emulate the zone above,
Reflecting from its face the light of heaven,
Whereon the tenants of the air could rest,
And wanderers of the beach had often crept
Enjoying there the sun's kind influence,
I mark'd it closely with a watchful eye,
Till I beheld it merg'd beneath the wave.
I felt a sadness stealing o'er my heart,
As I perus'd this page of nature's volume.
The image of the world was on that beach,
And as those little waves roll'd over it,
Each wave scarce heard or noticed, o'erwhelm'd
A thousand pebbles glistening in the sun.
So does the tide of time roll o'er mankind,
Thousands each moment whelming in the grave.
And when it meets the few who stand revered,
Whose talents, industry, and piety,
And many virtues have procur'd esteem,
Who stand as pillars of the sacred dome,
Where arts and sicence, and religion bending,
Command the world to give the tribute due,
It sweeps o'er them too with as rude a swell,
And buries them as deep beneath its wave.
But they pass not from the world unheeded;
The light of their example and good deeds
Reflecting on the earth a ray from heaven;
When they depart, we feel a sun has set
Whose influence brighten'd human nature.
While I was musing thus, the note of joy
That I was wont to hear, was heard no more;

Beyond the wave, where white rob'd forms of pleasure
Had hitherto threaded the mazy green,
Dark, busy forms were gliding silently,
The princely mansion, whose open portal
Was wont to welcome every visitant,
Was shut, and curtain'd, and untenanted,
Save by a few sad inmates, who in grief
Were sitting silent round a curtain'd bed.

The breeze had died away, and vivid forms
Of varied foliage were imprinted

On the smooth, bright surface of the water;
Low thunders were murmuring in the west,
Seeming impatient at nature's holy-day;
I turn'd, and mounted on the faithful steed
Whose services have given me to partake
In many checquer'd scenes of joy and grief,
Of pleasure, and of misery and woe;
Have given me to see the tallest oak
Scath'd by the lightning, and the firmest rock
Riven asunder by winter's frost,

And orchards richest laden with ripe fruit
Prostrated soonest by autumnal gales,

And rivulets whose waters were most limpid,

Whose currents roll'd most swiftly, soonest failing;
And borne me through many other changes,
Fraught with instruction to th'observant mind.

OROLO.

THE HYMN OF THE CHURCH FOR THE DEAD.
Dies ira, &c.-(A new Translation.)

The dreadful day, the day of ire,
Shall kindle up the avenging fire,
Around the expiring world:
And earth, as Sybils said of old,
And as the prophet-king foretold,
Shall be in ruin hurl'd,

How great the trembling and the fear,
When the tremendous judge is near!
When the great trumpet's blown;
And thundering to earth's utmost bound,
Shall call the slumbering nations round,
To stand at God's high throne.

Nature and death shall see amazed,
Poor trembling man to judgment raised,
Leaving the dreary tomb;

Then shall the awful book come forth,
Where stands the saint's recorded worth,

And guilty sinner's doom.

He shall be judge, whose piercing sight
Brings every hidden sin to light,

And leaves nò thought concealed,

Where then shall be the sinner's place,
When scarcely shall the just find grace,
For all his works revealed?

Tremendous monarch! source of grace,
In mercy grant my soul a place,

With those thou savest free :
JESUS! my God, to thee I pray,
O save me in that dreadful day,
By all thou didst for me.

Thou soughtest me at Sichar's well,
How great thy torments who shall tell,
My heavy debt to pay?

O righteous Judge! 'tis thine to spare,
Let me thy kind forgiveness share,
Before that awful day.

Conscious of guilt, I sigh and groan,
I blush my weight of sin to own;
O, cleanse my soul's deep stain!
Thou who wert mov'd at Mary's tear,
And the repentant thief didst hear,
Let not my hope be vain.

Let my unworthy prayer be heard,
Save me by thy indulgent word,

From hell's dark dreadful land:
And far from goats, O may thy grace,
Grant me among thy sheep a place,
Ranged on thy own right hand.

When sinners on that day shall know
Their sentence to eternal woe,

Call me to bliss above:

My contrite heart to thee I bend,
Spare me, thy suppliant, in the end,
Save me O God of love!

A fearful day,-a day of tears-
When, to be judged, poor man appears
Summoned at God's behest!

Spare me then Lord! receive my prayer,
Let those who sleep thy mercy share,-

Grant them eternal rest.-Amen.

F. C. H.

MONTHLY INTELLIGENCE.

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nounced by discharges of artillery and the ringing of bells. In the evening His the whole city was illuminated. holiness had previously desired that the amount of the expence, hitherto required to illuminate the dome of St. Peter's, and light up the girandole, should be bestowed upon the poor, consequently very abundant alms were distributed on the day previous to the coronation.

On the fifteenth the sovereign pontif went out for the first time after his coronation; he visited several churches and took an airing in the country, beyond the gate of St. Pancras. On the sixteenth, the news of the deliverance of the king of Spain arrived, which was immediately officially announced to the holy father by the French ambassador. And on Sunday the 19th of Nov. all the cardinals who were still in Rome proceeded to the church of St. John of Lateran in their state carriages, the Duke de Laval Montmorency was followed by a retinue of twelve carriages. The holy father himself arrived about the same time, in company with cardinal Clermont Tonnerre, a French cardinal, and Bardaxi de Azara, a Spanish cardinal, both of whom he had conducted to the church in his own carriage. He spent a short time in prayer, then entoned the Te Deum, which was followed by the Tantum ergo and benediction.

IRELAND.

Bushe,

The Reverend William rector of St. George's parish, Dublin, has very charitably undertaken to convert all his catholic parishioners, by proving to them that their creed is erroneous, and that it leads to certain perdition; while he undertakes to shew the consistency of Protestantism, which, according to him, must infallibly conduct its professors to eternal bliss. To accomplish this pious work he has addressed from Hardwicke-place, a circular to the catholics

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of his parish in this production he seems to think that the task which he has imposed upon himself is by no means difficult, and that if his parishioners will kindly condescend to visit his protestant church, and listen to his empty declamations on the fifth of November, and on every other alternate Wednesday, they must inevitably become staunch protestants, hating popery and its abettors--Poor man! such folly would be inexcusable even in a sectarian, what must it then be, in a clergyman of the established church, who one would imagine must know something of the principles of his religion.

DUBLIN, Nov. 11.--COURt of CHANCERY.-Commissioners of Charities. versus Executors of Reade.

This case of great importance to the feelings and religious opinions of the great body of his Majesty's Irish Roman Catholic subjects was decided yesterday. The question was, whether a bequest of a sum of money to say masses for the soul of the testator, was a legal bequest or not. This question was argued before Master Henn, by Mr. O'Connell and Mr. Creuse, on behalf of the bequest, and by Mr. Blaker on behalf of the Commissioners: Master Henn reported, that the bequest was legal.-To this report exceptions were taken on behalf of the Commissioners of Charitable Bequests, and the point was argued before the Lord Chancellor in the absence of the Attorney General by the Solicitor General, and by Mr Saurin and Mr. Blaker, who strongly contended for the illegality of the bequest; they were replied to by Mr. Creuse, in a very able argument. The Lord Chancellor yesterday gave judgment affirming the Bequest; and in that judgment the Attorney General declared his consent.

A resolution was lately passed at a meeting of the Irish Catholic Association, That a plot of ground be purchased without the city of Dublin, for