And now I did not check him more,
For, taught by Nature's face,
I had grown wiser than before
E'en in that moment's space.

She spread no funeral pall above
That patch of Church-yard ground,

But the same azure vault of love
As hung o'er all around.

And white clouds o'er that spot would pass,

As freely as elsewhere;

The sunshine on no other grass

A richer hue might wear.

And form'd from out that very

mould

In which the dead did lie,

The daisy, with its eye of gold,
Look'd up into the sky.

The rook was wheeling over head,

Nor hasten'd to be gone

The small bird did its glad notes shed,

And God, I said, will never give
This light upon the earth;

Nor bid in childhood's heart to live
These springs of gushing mirth;

If our one wisdom were to mourn,
And linger with the dead,
To nurse, as wisest, thoughts forlorn,
Of worm and earthy bed.

Oh no, the glory Earth puts on,
The child's uncheck'd delight,
Both witness to a triumph won
(If we but judged aright)

A triumph won o'er sin and death,
From these the Saviour saves;
And, like a happy infant, Faith
Can play among the graves.

Rev. Richard Chenevix Trench.

AN eminent philosopher described friendship as

one mind in two bodies.

THE INFLUENCE OF GOOD FORTUNE ON THE SENTIMENTS OF MEN.

THE esteem and admiration which every impartial spectator conceives for the real merit of spirited, magnanimous, and high-minded persons, as it is a just and well-founded sentiment, so it is a steady and permanent one, and altogether independent of their good or bad fortune. It is otherwise with that admiration which he is apt to conceive for their excessive self-estimation and presumption. While they are successful, indeed, he is often perfectly conquered and overborne by them. Success covers from his eyes, not only the great imprudence, but frequently the great injustice of their enterprises; and, far from blaming this defective part of their character, he often views it with the most enthusiastic admiration. When they are unfortunate, however, things change their colours and their names. What was before heroic magnanimity, resumes its proper appellation of extravagant rashness and folly; and

the blackness of that avidity and injustice, which was before hid under the splendour of prosperity, comes full into view, and blots the whole lustre of their enterprise. Had Cæsar, instead of gaining, lost the battle of Pharsalia, his character would at this hour have ranked a little above that of Catiline; and the weakest man would have viewed his enterprise against the laws of his country in blacker colours, than perhaps even Cato, with all the animosity of a party-man, ever viewed it at the time. His real merit, the justness of his taste, the simplicity and elegance of his writings, the propriety of his eloquence, his skill in war, his resources in distress, his cool and sedate judgment in danger, his faithful attachment to his friends, his unexampled generosity to his enemies, would all have been acknowledged; as the real merit of Catiline, who had many great qualities, is acknowledged at this day. But the insolence and injustice of his all-grasping ambition would have darkened and extinguished the glory of that real merit. Fortune has in this, as well as in some other respects already mentioned, great influence over the moral sentiments of mankind; and according as she is either favourable or adverse, can render the same character the object

either of general love and admiration, or of universal hatred and contempt. This great disorder in our moral sentiments is by no means, however, without its utility; and we may on this, as well as on many other occasions, admire the wisdom of God even in the weakness and folly of man. Our admiration of

success is founded upon the same principle with our respect for wealth and greatness, and is equally necessary for establishing the distinction of ranks and the order of society. By this admiration of success, we are taught to submit more easily to those superiors whom the course of human affairs may assign to us; to regard with reverence, and sometimes even with a sort of respectful affection, that fortunate violence which we are no longer capable of resisting; not only the violence of such splendid characters as those of a Cæsar or an Alexander, but often that of the most brutal and savage barbarians of an Attila, a Gengis, or a Tamerlane. such mighty conquerors, the great mob of mankind are naturally disposed to look up with a wondering, though no doubt a weak and very foolish admiration. Adam Smith.

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