hful offspring in Man's art; and Time, used with your triumphs o'er his brother Space, Aerpt from your bold hands the proffered crown Kape, and smiles on you with cheer sublime. XLII. OTHER! in thy majestic pile are seen edral pomp and grace, in apt accord the baronial castle's sterner mien; 1 significant of God adored, charters won and guarded by the sword tient honour; whence that goodly state PAty which wise men venerate, Me: wll maintain, if God his help afford. ury the democratic torrent swells; ay promises and hopes suborned strength of backward-looking thoughts is scorned. Faye must, ye Towers and Pinnacles, what ye symbolise, authentic Story XLIII. TO THE EARL OF LONSDALE.* "Magistratus indicat virum." TwoLLE! it were unworthy of a Guest, se heart with gratitude to thee inclines, y abode harmoniously imprest, Killing, consecrates the human breast. At the Motto on thy 'scutcheon teach tre, THE MAGISTRACY SHOWS THE MAN;" The searching test thy public course has stood; A be owned alike by bad and good, Se as the measuring of life's little span pace thy virtues out of Envy's reach. XLIV. TO CORDELIA M HALLSTEADS, ULLSWATER. NoT in the mines beyond the western main, atok place at the Cumberland Assizes, when the Earl of written immediately after certain trials Nor is it silver of romantic Spain You say, but from Helvellyn's depths was brought XLV. CONCLUSION Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes The Mind's internal Heaven shall shed her dews STANZAS SUGGESTED IN A STEAM-BOAT OFF ST. BEES' HEADS, ON THE COAST OF CUMBERLAND. St. Bees' Heads, anciently called the Cliff of Baruth, are a conspicuous sea-mark for all vessels sailing in the N. E. parts of the Irish Sea. In a Bay, one side of which is formed by the southern headland, stands the village of St. Bees; a place distinguished, from very early times, for its religious and scholastic foundations. "St. Bees," say Nicholson and Burns, "had its name from Lees in morequence of repeated and long continued attacks Bega, an holy woman from Ireland, who is said to have founded character, through the local press, had thought it here, about the year of our Lord 650, a small monastery, where precute the conductors and proprietors of three several afterwards a church was built in memory of her. Fra A terdict of Ebel was given in one case; and in the "The aforesaid religious house, being destroyed by the Danes, the precution were withdrawn, upon the individuals was restored by William de Meschiens, son of Ranulph, and Sad been made, and promising to abstain from the like in after the Conquest; and made a cell of a prior and six Beneod diving the charges, expressing regret that brother of Ranulph de Meschiens, first Earl of Cumberland dictine monks to the Abbey of St. Mary at York." Several traditions of miracles, connected with the foundation of the first of these religious houses, survive among the people of the neighbourhood; one of which is alluded to in the following Stanzas; and another, of a somewhat bolder and more peculiar character, has furnished the subject of a spirited poem by the Rev. R. Parkinson, M. A., late Divinity Lecturer of St. Bees' College, and now Fellow of the Collegiate Church of Manchester. After the dissolution of the monasteries, Archbishop Grindal founded a free school at St. Bees, from which the counties of Cumberland and Westmoreland have derived great benefit; and recently, under the patronage of the Earl of Lonsdale, a college has been established there for the education of ministers for the English Church. The old Conventual Church has been repaired under the superintendence of the Rev. Dr. Ainger, the Head of the College; and is well worthy of being visited by any strangers who might be led to the neighbourhood of this celebrated spot. The form of stanza in the following Piece, and something in the style of versification, are adopted from the "St. Monica," a poem of much beauty upon a monastic subject, by Charlotte Smith; a lady to whom English verse is under greater obligations than are likely to be either acknowledged or remembered. She wrote little, and that little unambitiously, but with true feeling for nature. 1. IF Life were slumber on a bed of down, With joy like his who climbs on hands and knees, 2. This independence upon oar and sail, 3. Dread Cliff of Baruth! that wild wish may sleep, 4. Yet, while each useful Art augments her store, St. Bees. 5. "Cruel of heart were they, bloody of hand," 6. To aid the Votaries, miracles believed Of gospel-truth enchained in harmonics 7. When her sweet Voice, that instrument of love, 8. There were the naked clothed, the hungry fed; And Charity, extended to the Dead, Her intercessions made for the soul's rest Of tardy Penitents: or for the best Among the good (when love might else have slept. THE Tour of which the following poems are very inadequate remembrances was shortened by report, too well founded, of the prev of cholera at Naples. To make some amends for what was reluctantly left unseen in the South of Italy, we visited the Tuscan tuaries among the Apennines, and the principal Italian Lakes among the Alps. Neither of those lakes, nor of Venice, is the notice in these Poems, chiefly because I have touched upon them elsewhere. See, in particular, "Descriptive Sketches," "Memor a Tour on the Continent in 1820," and a Sonnet upon the extinction of the Venetian Republic. Its neighbour and its namesake - town, and flood With dream-like smoothness, to Helvellyn's top, 66 The Wizard of the North," with anxious hope Brought to this genial climate, when disease Preyed upon body and mind—yet not the less Had his sunk eye kindled at those dear words That spake of bards and minstrels; and his sp.rit Had flown with mine to old Helvellyn's brow, Where once together, in his day of strength, Passive yet pleased. What! with this broom in flower We stood rejoicing, as if earth were free Close at my side! She bids me fly to greet Her sisters, soon like her to be attired With golden blossoms opening at the feet Of my own Fairfield. The glad greeting given, From sorrow, like the sky above our heads. Years followed years, and when upon the eve Of his last going from Tweed-side, thought turne Or by another's sympathy was led, To this bright land, Hope was for him no friend, adress not their own, when, with faint smile Athan fulfilled, as gay Campania's shores -parking fountains, and her mouldering tombs; As more than all, that Eminence which showed spiendours, seen, not felt, the while he stood ↑ ** short steps (painful they were) apart De Tisso's Convent-haven, and retired grave. Prace to their Spirits! why should Poesy gam on wings with confidence outspread 1-so near the term to human life A rented by man's common heritage, the frailest, one withal (if that werve a thought) but little known to fame Afee to rove where Nature's loveliest looks, As est relics, history's rich bequests, Fed to reanimate and but feebly cheered The ate world's Darling-free to rove at will ga and low, and if requiring rest, enjoyment only. Thanks poured forth Fatat thus far hath blessed my wanderings, thanks rst but humble as the lips can breathe re gadness seems a duty let me guard e seeds of expectation which the fruit Anady gathered in this favoured Land s within its core. The faith be mine, He who guides and governs all, approves Tangrattude, though disciplined to look these transient spheres, doth wear a crown early hope put on with trembling hand; Na least pleased, we trust, when goldeu beams, feed through the mists of age, from hours cent delight, remote or recent, * but a little way - 't is all they can be doubtful future. Who would keep ve must resolve to cleave to it through life, 1 deserts him, surely as he lives. Over waves rough and deep, that, when they broke, would not grieve nor guardian angels frown - while tossed, as was my lot to be, fra bark urged by two slender oars *se words were quoted to me from "Yarrow Un4. by Sir Walter Scott, when I visited him at Ab***d a day or two before his departure for Italy: and *fecting condition in which he was when he looked Rome from the Janicular Mount, was reported to me ady who had the honour of conducting him thither. 480 Mr. Lockhart's interesting and pathetic account Werview of Scor" and Wordsworth, in the Life Chap 1xxx., Vol. X., p. 104, &c. Water Scott - R.J Nor less prized Be those impressions which incline the heart On the small hyssop destined to become, Between Powers that aim |