Of life's great primal duties, were to forget
That hidden virtue stagnates into vice,
And takes the name of sloth. Far other lore,
Ye ancient hills, and all-encircling heavens,
Thou lonely valley, and ye reverend walls,
And thou, sweet mountain-stream! far other lore
To me ye bring! Back to the busy world,
From brief communion with your holy forms
Returning, I shall bear your soothing influence,
And feel that it is good to have been here! ! *

For an interesting description of Lanthoni Abbey, (the Grande Chartreuse of Britain,) see the Chronicle of Geraldus Cambrensis, edited by Sir Richard Hoare, Vol. I chap. 3.

REFLECTIONS

OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DEATH OF A LAMENTED FRIEND,

IN THE TWENTY-FIFTH YEAR OF HIS AGE.

I SAW the sun at early dawn
Illume the eastern sky;

And, as he travelled on his way,
Night's dusky shadows fled away,
And all was cheerful, bright, and gay,
And splendid majesty!

But, ere he gained the height of noon,
Thick clouds had gathered round,
Creation's charms began to fade-
The landscape, erst in smiles arrayed,
Was lost amid the lengthened shade—
A dreariness profound!

I marked a lovely blushing rose-
The fairest of its race!

'Twas firm in stem, and on its head
The sparkling dew-drops seemed to shed
A sweeter scent—a deeper red—

And more enchanting grace.

Its beauties fixed me to the spot—
But fleeting was my joy!
Concealed within its crimson dyes
A cruel foe in ambush lies—

He claims the blooming sacrifice,

And triumphs, to destroy!

So flourished ONE-I name him not-
His memory shall endure!

With form engaging were combined
Endowments of a nobler kind-
Truth, honour, constancy of mind--
Love, permanent and pure.

His moral worth I cease to praise-
Such eulogy were vain!

Dear favoured Youth, enough for thee
With JESUS thou wilt ever be--

And, should his image shine in me,
We soon shall meet again!

Hark! from his tomb a message comesLet mortals lend an ear!

"O ye! who sport in health, beware! "My sudden fall ye soon may share: "Arise-the JUDGE is nigh-prepare "Before him to appear!"

Forbear the righteous to deplore

They enter into rest! +

Released from care, and sin, and wo,
To everlasting bliss they go,

And learn, what they might doubt below,

To die-is to be blest!

From the everlasting ice,

Guarding either distant pole, To the lands of balm and spice, Fainting under heat's control.

From the rising of the sun

To the western gates of night, Many to the combat run,

Many share the glorious fight.

But the battle is not yours;

It is His who sends you forth;

Victory his word secures,

East and west, and south and north.

Yes, blest Lamb! the war is thine,

Let thy soldiers gain the day; Soon let all thy warriors shine In the victor's bright array!

Then to Thee who for us died,
All the glory shall be given;
Glory to the Crucified,

Through eternity in heaven!