STANZAS Composed on the Death of HANNAH LEAKE, a Sundayscholar, who died June 7th, aged Twelve Years. AH, me! how swift is Time's career, How passing swift the moments fly, How soon we bloom, how quickly die. From childhood's spring to winter's age, But, far beyond this dark terrene, Where thine, young Hannah, thine is gone, In youth's sweet bloom thy spirit fled; No more to die, no more to part, To moan with pain, to shed the tear; Eternal spring, with all its flowers, What though dense darkness veil the grave, A Salem, far above the flood. In vain, the winds and waves of Time Commingled with a countless host, Farewell! a little while, farewell! Reathor-street School. THOS. LILLY. THE CALL. Come my Way, my Truth, my Life- Such a Life as killeth Death. Come my Light, my Feast, my Strength- Such a Feast as mends in length, Such a Strength as makes his guest. GEO. HERBERT. The cataracts of America are most of them prominent for magnitude and sublimity. After that of Niagara, those of the St. Lawrence are the most remarkable. The Coteau de Luc, the Cedars, the Split Rock, and the Cascades, are all of them fine falls, full of romantic beauty, which occur in succession for about nine miles above Montreal and the junction of the Ottawa. The Rapids of St. Anne have been long celebrated from a very touching practice of boatmen, who repair to a small island, on which is a church dedicated to St. Anne, the guardian spirit of voyagers, and ask her blessing and protection before they attempt to pass the rapids. Moore has made this the subject of one of the finest songs ver written "Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time; We'll sing at St. Anne's our parting hymn. Row, brothers row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past. Of American cataracts, the Katerskill Falls are most celebrated for picturesque beauty. The waters which supply these cascades flow from the small lakes in the Catskill Mountains, on the west bank of the river Hudson. The upper cascade falls 175 feet; and a few rods below, the second pours its waters over a precipice eighty feet deep, passing into a lovely ravine, the banks of which rise abruptly on each side to the height of 1000 to 1500 feet. The Rhine is one of the finest rivers of Europe. It rises in the Rhetian Alps, and pursues a winding course through 830 miles of the most lovely scenery, consisting of fertile wheat lands, grassy meadows, dark, shaggy, and primitive forests, and shelving hills, clothed to the summits with the graceful vine. Of the cultivated lands through which it flows, the vineyards are by far most numerous. The hills rise up in bold and rounded masses, flanked from their feet to their sun-lighted crowns, with the rich masses of purple grapes, and light green foliage of the vines, and dotted here and there by the white cottages of the German peasantry, sprinkled on the hill-sides like snow-flakes. Under the azure blue sky and delicious climate of an European summer, the voyage up the Rhine is one of the most enchanting that can be undertaken. The pellucid waters reflect every white cloudlet, and in the sweeping bends of the river the stillness is sometimes profound; the water lies in a glassy sheet like a burnished mirror, as the sunbeams dart and tremble like vapours above it. The magnificent forests, the exuberance of vegetation in the cultivated districts, and the endless succession of brilliant flowers which cluster on the banks; and the swift receding rafts descending with the current, with the picturesque castles, cathedrals, villages, and costumes, which appear on every hand, form a delightful assemblage of objects full of interest, novelty, and instruction. Discharging annually thirteen times as much water as the Thames; and having a basin measuring not less than 70,000 square miles, the movements and characteristics of the Rhine are upon a scale of grandeur which surpasses most European rivers, with the exception of the Danube, the Dnieper, the Don, and the Volga. The Rhine is swift in its course, though it has only a fall of four feet from Schaffhausen to Strasbourg; and of two feet between Strasbourg and Schenckenschautz. The fall of Schaffhausen is one of extreme beauty and majesty. From a sharp ledge, only seventy feet above the gorge below, a mass of waters,450 feet broad, plunge with a silvery light and a rich, halforgan-like, half rumbling tone. The lovely scenery around - the blue sky above- and the purity and clearness of the water, render the scene highly attractive, and fill the mind with wonder. Down below, the river-craft move on the stream far |