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PREJUDGED by foes determined not to spare,
AFFLICTIONS OF ENGLAND.
THE JUNG-FRAU AND THE FALL OF THE RHINE NEAR
The Virgin Mountain , wearing like a Queen
HARP! could'st thou venture, on thy boldest string,
FROM THE RESTORATION TO THE PRESENT TIMES.
TROUBLES OF CHARLES THE FIRST.
Even such the contrast that, where'er we move, I saw the figure of a lovely Maid
Seated alone beneath a darksome tree,
No Spirit was she ; that my heart betrayed,
For she was one I loved exceedingly ;
The bright corporeal presence—form and face Of headstrong will ! Can this be Piety?
Remaining still distinct grew thin and rare, No—some fierce Maniac hath usurped her name ;
Like sunny mist ;-—at length the golden hair, And scourges England struggling to be free :
Shape, limbs, and heavenly features, keeping pace Her peace destroyed ! her hopes a wilderness !
Each with the other in a lingering race Her blessings cursed-her glory turned to shame!
Of dissolution, melted into air.
* The Jung-frau.
* See Note.
Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake
WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVES.
Who comes—with rapture greeted, and caress’d
Those Unconforming; whom one rigorous day
On a wild coast; how destitute ! did They Or is remembered only to give zest
Feel not that Conscience never can betray, To wantonness.-Away, Circean revels !
That peace of mind is Virtue's sure effect. But for what gain? if England soon must sink Their altars they forego, their homes they quit, Into a gulf which all distinction levels
Fields which they love, and paths they daily trod, That bigotry may swallow the good name, And cast the future upon Providence; And, with that draught, the life-blood : misery, | As men the dictate of whose inward sense shame,
Outweighs the world ; whom self-deceiving wit By Poets loathed; from which Historians shrink! | Lures not from what they deem the cause of God.
PERSECUTION OF THE SCOTTISH COVENANTERS. YET Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind Charged with rich words poured out in thought's Wuen Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, defence;
The majesty of England interposed [closed; Whether the Church inspire that eloquence, And the sword stopped; the bleeding wounds were Or a Platonic Piety confined
And Faith preserved her ancient purity. To the sole temple of the inward mind;
How little boots that precedent of good, And One there is who builds immortal lays, Scorned or forgotten, Thou canst testify, Though doomed to tread in solitary ways,
For England's shame, O Sister Realm ! from wood, Darkness before and danger's voice behind; Mountain, and moor, and crowded street, where lie Yet not alone, nor helpless to repel
The headless martyrs of the Covenant, Sad thoughts; for from above the starry sphere Slain by Compatriot-protestants that draw Come secrets, whispered nightly to his ear;
From councils senseless as intolerant And the pure spirit of celestial light
Their warrant. Bodies fall by wild sword-law; Shines through his soul—that he may see and tell But who would force the Soul, tilts with a straw Of things invisible to mortal sight.'
Against a Champion cased in adamant.
ACQUITTAL OF THE BISHOPS.
A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent, A SUDDEN conflict rises from the swell
In Liberty's behalf. Fears, true or feigned, And Tyranny is balked of her desire :
Spread through all ranks; and lo! the Sentinel Up, down, the busy Thames—rapid as fire Who loudest rang his pulpit ’larum bell, Coursing a train of gunpowder—it went,
Stands at the Bar, absolved by female eyes And transport finds in every street a vent, Mingling their glances with grave flatteries Till the whole City rings like one vast quire. Lavished on Him—that England may rebel The Fathers urge the People to be still, (vain ! Against her ancient virtue. High and Low, With outstretched hands and earnest speech-in Watch-words of Party, on all tongues are rife; Yea, many, haply wont to entertain
As if a Church, though sprung from heaven, must Small reverence for the mitre's offices,
To opposites and fierce extremes her life,– [owe And to Religion's self no friendly will,
Not to the golden mean, and quiet flow A Prelate's blessing ask on bended knees.
Of truths that soften hatred, temper strife.
WILLIAM THE THIRD.
Calm as an under-current, strong to draw
Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design
ASPECTS OF CHRISTIANITY IN AMERICA.
OBLIGATIONS OF CIVIL TO RELIGIOUS LIBERTY.
I.-THE PILGRIM FATHERS,
UNGRATEFUL Country, if thou e'er forget
Well worthy to be magnified are they The sons who for thy civil rights have bled ! Who, with sad hearts, of friends and country took How, like a Roman, Sidney bowed his head, A last farewell, their loved abodes forsook, And Russel's milder blood the scaffold wet;
And hallowed ground in which their fathers lay; But these had fallen for profitless regret
Then to the new-found World explored their way, Had not thy holy Church her champions bred, That so a Church, unforced, uncalled to brook And claims from other worlds inspirited
Ritual restraints, within some sheltering nook The star of Liberty to rise. Nor yet
Her Lord might worship and his word obey (Grave this within thy heart !) if spiritual things In freedom. Men they were who could not bend; Be lost, through apathy, or scorn, or fear, Blest Pilgrims, surely, as they took for guide Shalt thou thy humbler franchises support, A will by sovereign Conscience sanctified ; However hardly won or justly dear:
Blest while their Spirits from the woods ascend What came from heaven to heaven by nature clings, Along a Galaxy that knows no end, And, if dissevered thence, its course is short. But in His glory who for Sinners died.
PLACES OF WORSHIP.
From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled
As star that shines dependent upon star
III. CONCLUDED.-AMERICAN EPISCOPACY. Patriots informed with Apostolic light
A GENIAL hearth, a hospitable board,
And a refined rusticity, belong Were they, who, when their Country had been freed,
To the neat mansion, where, his flock among, Bowing with reverence to the ancient creed, Fixed on the frame of England's Church their sight, Though meek and patient as a sheathèd sword;
The learned Pastor dwells, their watchful Lord. And strove in filial love to reunite What force had severed. Thence they fetched the Though pride's least lurking thought appear a seed
To human kind; though peace be on his tongue, Of Christian unity, and won a meed
Gentleness in his heart-can earth afford
Such genuine state, pre-eminence so free,
As when, arrayed in Christ's authority, Whether they would restore or build—to Thee,
He from the pulpit lifts his awful hand; As one who rightly taught how zeal should burn,
Conjures, implores, and labours all he can As one who drew from out Faith's holiest urn
For re-subjecting to divine command The purest stream of patient Energy.
The stubborn spirit of rebellious man?
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear (As yours above all offices is high)
Attract us still, and passionate exercise Deep in your hearts the sense of duty lie; Of lofty thoughts, the way before us lies Charged as ye are by Christ to feed and keep Distinct with signs, through which in set career, From wolves your portion of his chosen sheep: As through a zodiac, moves the ritual year Labouring as ever in your Master's sight, Of England's Church ; stupendous mysteries ! Making your hardest task your best delight, Which whoso travels in her bosom eyes, What perfect glory ye in Heaven shall reap!- As he approaches them, with solemn cheer. But, in the solemn Office which ye sought Upon that circle traced from sacred story And undertook premonished, if unsound
We only dare to cast a transient glance, Your practice prove, faithless though but in thought, Trusting in hope that Others may advance Bishops and Priests, think what a gulf profound With mind intent upon the King of Glory, Awaits you then, if they were rightly taught From his mild advent till his countenance Who framed the Ordinance by your lives disowned ! | Shall dissipate the seas and mountains hoary.
Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, Of Infancy, provides a timely shower
With holiday delight on every brow : Whose virtue changes to a christian Flower 'Tis passed away; far other thoughts prevail ; A Growth from sinful Nature's bed of weeds ! For they are taking the baptismal Vow Fitliest beneath the sacred roof proceeds
Upon their conscious selves; their own lips speak The ministration ; while parental Love
The solemn promise. Strongest sinews fail, Looks on, and Grace descendeth from above And many a blooming, many a lovely, cheek As the high service pledges now, now pleads.
Under the holy fear of God turns pale ; There, should vain thoughts outspread their wings While on each head his lawn-robed Servant lays To meet the coming hours of festal mirth, [and fly An apostolic hand, and with prayer seals The tombs—which hear and answer that brief cry, The Covenant. The Omnipotent will raise The Infant's notice of his second birth
Their feeble Souls ; and bear with his regrets, Recal the wandering Soul to sympathy
Who, looking round the fair assemblage, feels With what man hopes from Heaven, yet fears from That ere the Sun goes down their childhood sets.
Father ! to God himself we cannot give
I saw a Mother's eye intensely bent
By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied : From Little down to Least, in due degree,
One duty more, last stage of this ascent, Around the Pastor, each in new-wrought vest, Brings to thy food, mysterious Sacrament ! Each with a vernal posy at his breast,
The Offspring, haply at the Parent's side; We stood, a trembling, earnest Company !
But not till They, with all that do abide With low soft murmur, like a distant bee,
In Heaven, have lifted up their hearts to laud Some spake, by thought-perplexing fears betrayed; And magnify the glorious name of God, And some a bold unerring answer made :
Fountain of grace, whose Son for sinners died. How fluttered then thy anxious heart for me, Ye, who have duly weighed the summons, pause Beloved Mother! Thou whose happy hand No longer ; ye, whom to the saving rite Had bound the flowers I wore, with faithful tie : The Altar calls ; come early under laws Sweet flowers ! at whose inaudible command That can secure for you a path of light Her countenance, phantom-like, doth re-appear : Through gloomiest shade ; put on (nor dread its O lost too early for the frequent tear,
weight) And ill requited by this heartfelt sigh !
Armour divine, and conquer in your cause !