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young champion was as fairly enlisted into his Majesty's service, as ever young girl, without almost knowing it, was married at GretnaGreen; and as the 42d were under orders to sail in a week, gold could not have bought off such a man, and Lawrie Logan went on board a transport.

family within to themselves, and then walked away, without speaking, down to the Bridge.

After the lapse of an hour or more, and while we were all considering whether or no we should return to the house, the figure of Annie Raeburn was seen coming down the brae towards the party, in a way very unlike her usual staid and quiet demeanour, and stopping at some distance, to beckon with het hand more particularly, it was thought, on ourselves, as we stood a few yards apart from the rest. "Willie is worse," were the only words she said, as we hastened back together; and on entering the room, we found the old man uncertainly pacing the floor by himself, but with a composed countenance. "He ex pressed a wish to see you-but he is gone!" We followed into Willie's small bedroom and study, and beheld him already laid out, and his mother sitting as calmly beside him as if she were watching his sleep. "Sab not sae sair, Lawrie-God was gracious to let him live to this day, that he might dee in his brither's arms."

Logan Braes was not the same place-indeed, the whole parish seemed altered-after Lawrie was gone, and our visits were thenceforth any thing but cheerful ones, going by turns to inquire for Willie, who seemed to be pining away-not in any deadly disease, but just as if he himself knew, that without ailing much he was not to be a long liver. Yet nearly two years passed on, and all that time the principle of life had seemed like a flickering flame within him, that when you think it expiring or expired, streams up again with surprising brightness, and continues to glimmer ever steadily with a protracted light. Every week-nay, almost every day, they feared to lose him-yet there he still was at morning and evening prayers. The third spring after the loss of his brother was remarkably mild, The sun has mounted high in heaven, while and breathing with west-winds that came soft- thus we have been dreaming away the hours ened over many woody miles from the sea. --a dozen miles at least have we slowly wan He seemed stronger, and more cheerful, and dered over, since morning, along pleasant by expressed a wish that the Manse-boys, and paths, where never dust lay, or from gate to some others of his companions, would come gate of pathless enclosures, a trespasser fearto Logan Braes, and once again celebrate May-less of those threatening nonentities, springday. There we all sat at the long table, and guns. There is the turnpike-road-the great both parents did their best to look cheerful north and south road-for it is either the one during the feast. Indeed, all that had, once or the other, according to the airt towards been harsh and forbidding in the old man's which you choose to turn your face. Behold looks and manners, was now softened down a little WAYSIDE INN, neatly thatched, and with by the perpetual yearnings at his heart to-white-washed front, and sign-board hanging wards the distant far and absent long," nor less towards him that peaceful and pious child whom every hour he saw, or thought he saw, awaiting a call from the eternal voice. Although sometimes sadness fell across us like a shadow, yet the hours passed on as May-day hours should do; and what with our manytoned talk and laughter, the cooing of the pigeons on the roof, and the twittering of the swallows beneath the eaves, and the lark-songs ringing like silver bells over all the heavens, it seemed a day that ought to bring good tidings-or, the Soldier himself returning from the wars to bless the eyes of his parents once more, so that they might die in peace. "Heaven hold us in its keeping, for there's his wraith!" ejaculated Annie Raeburn. "It passed before the window, and my Lawrie, I now know, is with the dead!"-Bending his stately head beneath the lintel of the door, in the dress, and with the bearing of a soldier, Lawrie Logan stepped again across his father's threshold and, ere he well uttered "God be with you all!" Willie was within his arms, and on his bosom. His father and his mother rose not from their chairs, but sat still, with faces like ashes. But we boys could not resist our joy, and shouted his name aloud-while Luath, from his sleep in the corner, leapt on his master breast-high, and whining his dumb delight, frisked round him as of yore, when impatient to snuff the dawn on the hill-side. "Let us go out and play," said a boy's voice, and issuing somewhat seriously into the sunshine, we left the

from a tree, on which are painted the figures of two jolly gentlemen, one in kilts and the other in breeches, shaking hands cautiously across a running brook. The meal of all meals is a paulo-post-meridian breakfast. The rosiness of the combs of the strapping hens is good augury;—hark, a cackle from the barnanother egg is laid-and chanticleer, stretching himself up on claw-tip, and clapping his wings of the bonny beaten gold, crows aloud to his sultana till the welkin rings. "Turn to the left, sir, if you please," quoth a comely matron; and we find ourselves snugly seated in an armchair, not wearied, but to rest willing, while the clock ticks pleasantly, and we take no note of time but by its gain; for here is our jour nal, in which we shall put down a few jottings for MAY-DAY. Three boiled eggs-one to each penny-roll-are sufficient, under any circum stances, along with the same number fried with mutton-ham, for the breakfast of a Gentleman and a Tory. Nor do we rememberwhen tea-cups have been on a proper scaleever to have wished to go beyond the Golden Rule of Three. In politics, we confess that we are rather ultra; but in all things else we love moderation. "Come in, my bonny little lassie-ye needna keep keekin' in that gate fra ahint the door"-and in a few minutes the curly-pated prattler is murmuring on our knee The sonsie wife, well pleased with the sight, and knowing, from our kindness to children, that we are on the same side of politics with her gudeman-Ex-sergeant in the Black Watch.

and once Orderly to Garth himself-brings out | tiled, and partly open to the elements, with its her ain bottle from the spence-a hollow square, naked rafters. Broken windows repaired with and green as emerald. Bless the gurgle of its an old petticoat, or a still older pair of breeches, honest mouth! With prim lips mine hostess and walls that had always been plastered and kisses the glass, previously letting fall a not better plastered and worse plastered, in frosty inelegant curtsey-for she had, we now learned, weather-all labour in vain, as crumbling been a lady's maid in her youth to one who is patches told, and variegated streaks, and stains indeed a lady, all the time her lover was abroad of dismal ochre, meanest of all colours, and in the army, in Egypt, Ireland, and the West still symptomatic of want, mismanagement, Indies, and Malta, and Guernsey, Sicily, Por- bankruptcy, and perpetual flittings from a tenetugal, Holland, and, we think she said, Corfu. ment that was never known to have paid any One of the children has been sent to the field, rent. Then what a pair of drunkards were where her husband is sowing barley, to tell old Saunders and his spouse! Yet never once him that there is fear lest dinner cool; and the were they seen drunk on a Sabbath, or a fastmistress now draws herself up in pride of his day-regular kirk-goers, and attentive observnoble appearance, as the stately Highlander ers of ordinances. They had not very many salutes us with the respectful but bold air of children, yet, pass the door when you might, one who has seen some service at home and you were sure to hear a squall or a shriek, or abroad. Never knew we a man make other the ban of the mother, or the smacking of the than a good bow, who had partaken freely in a palm of the hand on the part of the enemy charge of bayonets. easiest of access; or you saw one of the Shenstone's lines about always meeting the ragged fiends pursued by a parent round the warmest welcome in an inn, are very natural corner, and brought back by the hair of the and tender-as most of his compositions are, head till its eyes were like those of a Chinese. when he was at all in earnest. For our own Now, what decency—what neatness—what part, we cannot complain of ever meeting any order-in this household-this private public! other welcome than a warm one, go where we into which customers step like neighbours on may; for we are not obtrusive, and where we a visit, and are served with a heartiness and are not either liked, or loved, or esteemed, or good-will that deserve the name of hospitality, admired, (that last is a strong word, yet we all for they are gratuitous, and can only be repaid have our admirers,) we are exceeding chary in kind. A limited prospect does that latticedof the light of our countenance. But at an window command-and the small panes cut inn, the only kind of welcome that is indis-objects into too many parts-little more than pensable, is a civil one. When that is not the breadth of the turnpike road, and a hunforthcoming, we shake the dust, or the dirt, dred yards of the same, to the north and to the off our feet, and pursue our journey, well as-south, with a few budding hedgerows, half a sured that a few milestones will bring us to a dozen trees, and some green braes. Yet could humaner roof. Incivility and surliness have we sit and moralize, and intellectualize, for occasionally given us opportunities of behold- hours at this window, nor hear the striking ing rare celestial phenomena-meteors-fall-clock. ing and shooting stars-the Aurora Borealis, in her shifting splendours-haloes round the moon, variously bright as the rainbow-clectrical arches forming themselves on the sky in a manner so wondrously beautiful, that we should be sorry to hear them accounted for by philosophers-one half of the horizon blue, and without a cloud, and the other driving tempes-early, and not so sure of the road as his horse, tuously like the sea-foam, with waves mountainhigh-and divinest show of all for a solitary night-wandering man, who has any thing of a soul at all, far and wide, and high up into the gracious heavens, Planets and Stars all burning as if their urns were newly fed with light, not twinkling as they do in a dewy or a vapoury night, although then, too, are the softened or veiled luminaries beautiful-but large, full, and free over the whole firmament -a galaxy of shining and unanswerable arguments in proof of the Immortality of the Soul. The whole world is improving; nor can there be a pleasanter proof of that than this very wavside inn-ycleped the SALUTATION. What a miserable pot-house it was long ago, with a rusty-hinged door, that would neither open nor shut-neither let you out nor in-immovable and intractable to foot or hand-or all at once, when you least expected it to yield, slamming to with a bang; a constant puddle in front during rainy weather, and heaped up dust in dry-roof partly thatched, partly slated, partly

There trips by a blooming maiden of middle degree all alone-the more's the pity-yet perfectly happy in her own society, and one we venture to say who never received a love-letter, valentines excepted, in all her innocent days. A fat man sitting by himself in a gig! somewhat red in the face, as if he had dined

who has drunk nothing but a single pailful of water, and is auxious to get to town that he may be rubbed down, and see oats once more. Scamper away, ye joyous schoolboys, and, for your sake, may that cloud breathe forth rain and breeze, before you reach the burn, which you seem to fear may run dry before you can see the Pool where the two-pounders lie. Methinks we know that old woman, and of the first novel we write she shall be the heroine. Ha! a brilliant bevy of mounted maidens, in riding-habits, and Spanish hats, with "swaling feathers"-sisters, it is easy to see, and daughters of one whom we either loved, or thought we loved; but now they say she is fat and vulgar, is the devil's own scold, and makes her servants and her husband lead the lives of slaves. All that we can say is, that once on a time it was tout une autre chose; for a smaller foot, and a slimmer ankle, a more delicate waist, arms more lovely, reposing in their gracefulness beneath her bosom, tresses of brighter and more burnished auburn-such

the age-but they, we believe, are in the band -the triangle and the serpent; twelve cottonspinners at the least; six weavers of woollens; a couple of colliers from the bowels of the earth; and a score of miscellaneous rabbleflunkies long out of place, and unable to live on their liveries-felons acquitted, or that have dreed their punishment-picked men from the shilling galleries of playhouses-and the elite of the refuse and sweepings of the jails. Look how all the rogues and reprobates march like one man! Alas! was it of such materials that our conquering army was made ?-were such the heroes of Talavera, Salamanca, Vittoria, and Waterloo?

starlike eyes, thrilling without seeking to reach | poltroon; two of the Seven Young Men-all the soul-But phoo! phoo! phoo! she mar- that now survive-impatient of the drudgery ried a jolted-headed squire with two thousand of the compting-house, and the injustice of acres, and, in self-defence, has grown fat, vulgar, and a scold. There is a Head for a painter! and what perfect peace and placidity all over the Blind Man's countenance! He is not a beggar, although he lives on alms-those sightless orbs ask not for charity, nor yet those withered hands, as, staff-supported, he stops at the kind voice of the traveller, and tells his story in a few words. On the ancient Dervise moves, with his long silvery hair, journeying contentedly in darkness towards the eternal light. A gang of gipsies! with their numerous assery laden with horn-spoons, pots, and pans, and black-eyed children. We should not be surprised to read some day in the newspapers, that the villain who leads the van had been executed for burglary, arson, and murder. That is the misfortune of having a bad physiognomy, a sidelong look, a scarred cheek, and a cruel grin about the muscles of the mouth; to say nothing about rusty hair protruding through the holes of a brown hat, not made for the wearer-long, sinewy arms, all of one thickness, terminating in huge, hairy, horny hands, chiefly knuckles and nails-a shambling gait, notwithstanding that his legs are finely proportioned, as if the night prowler were cautious not to be heard by the sleeping house, nor to awaken-so noiseless his stealthy advances-the unchained mastiff in his kennel.

Why not, and what then? Heroes are but men after all. Men, as men go, are the materials of which heroes are made; and recruits in three years ripen into veterans. Cow ardice in one campaign is disciplined into courage, fear into valour. In presence of the enemy, pickpockets become patriots-members of the swell mob volunteer on forlorn hopes, and step out from the ranks to head the storm! Lord bless you! have you not studied sympathy and l'esprit de corps? An army fifty thousand strong consists, we shall sup pose, in equal portions of saints and sinners; and saints and sinners are all English, Irish, Scottish. What wonder, then, that they drive all resistance to the devil, and go on from vic tory to victory, keeping all the cathedrals and churches in England hard at work with all their organs, from Christmas to Christmas, blowing Te Deum? You must not be permitted too curiously to analyze the composition of the British army or the British navy. Look at them, think of them as Wholes, with Nelson or Wellington the head, and in one slump pray God to bless the defenders of the throne, the hearth, and the altar.

The baggage-wagons halt, and some refresh ments are sent for to the women and children. Ay, creatures not far advanced in their teens are there-a year or two ago, at school or ser vice, happy as the day was long, now mothers, with babies at their breasts-happy still per haps; but that pretty face is wofully wan-that hair did not use to be so dishevelled-and bony, and clammy, and blue-veined is the hand that lay so white, and warm, and smooth, in the grasp of the seducer. Yet she thinks she is his wife; and, in truth, there is a ring on her marriage-finger. But, should the regiment embark, so many women, and no more, are suffered to go with a company; and, should one of the lots not fall on her, she may take of her husband an everlasting farewell.

But, hark! the spirit-stirring music of fife and drum! A whole regiment of soldiers on their march to replace another whole regiment of soldiers-and that is as much as we can be expected to know about their movements. Food for the cannon's mouth; but the maw of war has been gorged and satiated, and the glittering soap-bubbles of reputation, blown by windy-cheeked Fame from the bowl of her pipe, have all burst as they have been clutched by the hands of tall fellows in red raiment, and with feathers on their heads, just before going to lie down on what is called the bed of honour. Melancholy indeed to think, that all these fine, fierce, ferocious, fire-eaters are doomed, but for some unlooked-for revolution in the affairs of Europe and the world, to die in their beds! Yet there is some comfort in thinking of the composition of a Company of brave defenders of their country. It is, we shall suppose, Seventy strong. Well, jot down three ploughmen, genuine clodhoppers, chawbacons sans peur et sans reproche, except that the overseers of the parish were upon them with orders of affiliation; and one shepherd, who made contradictory statements about the number of the spring lambs, and in whose house had been found during winter certain fleeces, for The Highflier Coach! carrying six in, and which no ingenuity could account; a laird's twelve outsides-driver and guard excludedson, long known by the name of the Ne'er- rate of motion eleven miles an hour, with stopdoweel; a Man of tailors, forced to accept the pages. Why, in the name of Heaven, are all bounty-money-during a protracted strike- people now-a-days in such haste and hurry! not dungs they, but flints all the nine; a bar- Is it absolutely necessary that one and all of ber, like many a son of genius, ruined by this dozen and a half Protestants and Catholics his wit, and who, after being driven from pole-alike anxious for emancipation-should be to pole, found refuge in the army at last; a at a particular place, at one particular moment bankrupt butcher, once a bully, and now a of time out of the twenty-four hours given to

tune-so the Mains, sir, has been uninhabited for a good many years." But he had been speaking to one who knew far more about the Mains than he could do-and who was not sorry that the Old Place was allowed to stand, undisturbed by any rich upstart, in the venerable silence of its own decay. And this is the moss-house that we helped to build with our own hands-at least to hang the lichen tapestry, and stud the cornice with shells! We were one of the paviers of that pebbled floor

man for motion and for rest? Confident are we that that obese elderly gentleman beside the coachman-whose ample rotundity is encased in that antique and almost obsolete invention, a spenser-needed not to have been so carried in a whirlwind to his comfortable home. Scarcely is there time for pity as we behold an honest man's wife, pale as putty in the face at a tremendous swing, or lounge, or lurch of the Highflier, holding like grim death to the balustrades. But umbrellas, parasols, plaids, shawls, bonnets, and great-coats—and that bright scintillating piece of spar, with as many necks as Hydra-the Pile of Life has disappeared in a cloud of dust, and the faint bugle tells that already it has spun and reeled onwards a mile on its destination.

But here comes a vehicle at more rational pace. Mercy on us-a hearse and six horses returning leisurely from a funeral! Not improbable that the person who has just quitted it, had never, till he was a corpse, got higher than a single-horse Chay-yet no fewer than half-a-dozen hackneys must be hired for his dust. But clear the way! "Hurra! hurra! he rides a race, 'tis for a thousand pound!" Another, and another, and another-all working away with legs and knees, arms and shoulders, on cart-horses in the Brooze-the Brooze! The hearse-horses take no sort of notice of the cavalry of cart and plough, but each in turn keeps its snorting nostrils deep plunged in the pail of meal and water-for well may they be thirsty-the kirkyard being far among the hills, and the roads not yet civilized. May I ask, friend," addressing ourself to the hearseman, "whom you have had inside?" Only Dr. Sandilands, sir-if you are going my way, you may have a lift for a dram!" We had always thought there was a superstition in Scotland against marrying in the month of May; but it appears that people are wedded and bedded in that month too-some in warm sheets and some in cold-cold-cold-dripping damp as the grave.

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But we must up, and off. Not many gentlemen's houses in the parish-that is to say, old family seats; for of modern villas, or boxes, inhabited by persons imagining themselves gentlemen, and, for any thing we know to the contrary, not wholly deceived in that belief, there is rather too great an abundance. Four family seats, however, there certainly are, of sufficient antiquity to please a lover of the olden time; and of those four, the one which we used to love best to look at was-THE MAINS. No need to describe it in many words. A Hall on a river side, embosomed in woods -holms and meadows winding away in front, with their low thick hedgerows and stately single trees-on-on-on-as far as the eye can reach, a crowd of grove-tops-elms chiefly, or beeches and a beautiful boundary of blue hills. "Good-day, Sergeant Stewart! farewell, Ma'am-farewell!" And in half an hour we are sitting in the moss-house at the edge of the outer garden, and gazing up at the many windowed gray walls of the MAINS, and its high | steep-ridged roof, discoloured by the weather stains of centuries. "The taxes on such a house," quod Sergeant Stewart, “are of themselves enough to ruin a man of moderate for

the centre of the circle, came all the way from Derbyshire in the knapsack of a geologist, who died a Professor. It is strange the roof has not fallen in long ago; but what a slight ligature will often hold together a heap of ruins from tumbling into nothing! The old mosshouse, though somewhat decrepit, is alive; and, if these swallows don't take care, they will be stunning themselves against our face, jerking out and in, through door and window, twenty times in a minute. Yet with all that twittering of swallows-and with all that frequent crowing of a cock-and all that cawing of rooks-and cooing of doves-and lowing of cattle along the holms-and bleating of lambs along the braes-it is nevertheless a pensive place; and here sit we like a hermit, world-sick, and to be revived only by hearkening in the solitude to the voices of other years.

What more mournful thought than that of a Decayed Family-a high-born race gradually worn out, and finally ceasing to be! The remote ancestors of this House were famous men of war-then some no less famous statesmen-then poets and historians-then minds still of fine, but of less energetic mould-and last of all, the mystery of madness breaking suddenly forth from spirits that seemed to have been especially formed for profoundest peace. There were three sons and two daughters, undegenerate from the ancient stateliness of the race-the oldest on his approach to manhood erect as the young cedar, that seems conscious of being destined one day to be the tallest tree in the woods. The twin-sisters were ladies indeed! Lovely as often are the low-born, no maiden ever stepped from her native cottagedoor, even in a poet's dream, with such an air as that with which those fair beings walked along their saloons and lawns. Their beauty no one could at all describe-and no one beheld it who did not say that it transcended all that imagination had been able to picture of angelic and divine. As the sisters were, so were the brothers-distinguished above all their mates conspicuously, and beyond all possibility of mistake; so that strangers could single them out at once as the heirs of beauty, that, according to veritable pictures and true traditions, had been an unalienable gift from nature to that family ever since it bore the name. For the last three generations none of that house had ever reached even the meridian of life-and those of whom we now speak had from childhood been orphans. Yet how joyous and free were they one and all, and how often from this cell did evening hear their holy harmonies, as the Five united together

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with voice, harp, and dulcimer, till the stars | sacred books, although too long he was as a star themselves rejoiced!-One morning, Louisa, vainly sought for in a cloudy region, yet did who loved the dewy dawn, was met bewildered for a short time starlike reappear-and on his in her mind, and perfectly astray-with no death-bed he knew us, and the other mortal symptom of having been suddenly alarmed or creatures weeping beside him, and that there terrified but with an unrecognising smile, was One who died to save sinners. and eyes scarcely changed in their expression, although they knew not-but rarely--on whom they looked. It was but a few months till she died-and Adelaide was laughing carelessly on her sister's funeral day--and asked why mourning should be worn at a marriage, and a plumed hearse sent to take away the bride. Fairest of God's creatures! can it be that thou art still alive? Not with cherubs smiling 'round thy knees-not walking in the free realms of earth and heaven with thy husband -the noble youth, who loved thee from thy childhood when himself a child; but oh! that such misery can be beneath the sun-shut up in some narrow cell perhaps no one knows where—whether in this thy native kingdom, or in some foreign land--with those hands manacled--a demon-light in eyes once most angelical-and ringing through undistinguishable days and nights imaginary shriekings and yellings in thy poor distracted brain!-Down went the ship with all her crew in which Percy sailed; the sabre must have been in the hand of a skilful swordsman that in one of the Spanish battles hewed Sholto down; and the gentle Richard, whose soul-while he possessed it clearly-was for ever among the

Let us away-let us away from this overpowering place-and make our escape from such unendurable sadness. Is this fit celebration of merry May-day? Is this the spirit in which we ought to look over the bosom of the earth, all teeming with buds and flowers just as man's heart should be teeming-and why not ours-with hopes and joys? Yet beautiful as this May-day is-and all the country round which it so tenderly illumines, we came not hither, a solitary pilgrim from our distant home, to indulge ourself in a joyful happiness. No, hither came we purposely to mourn among the scenes which in boyhood we seldom beheld through tears. And therefore have we chosen the gayest day of all the year, when all life is rejoicing, from the grasshopper among our feet to the lark in the cloud. Melancholy, and not mirth, doth he hope to find, who after a life of wandering-and maybe not without sorrow-comes back to gaze on the banks and braes whereon, to his eyes, once grew the flowers of Paradise. Flowers of Pa radise are ye still-for, praise be to Heaven! the sense of beauty is still strong within usand methinks we could feel the beauty of this scene though our heart were broken.

CHAPTER I.

SACRED POETRY.

We have often exposed the narrowness and weakness of that dogma, so pertinaciously adhered to by persons of cold hearts and limited understandings, that Religion is not a fit theme for poetical genius, and that Sacred Poetry is beyond the powers of uninspired man. We do not know that the grounds on which that dogma stands have ever been formally stated by any writer but Samuel Johnson; and therefore with all respect, nay, veneration, for his memory, we shall now shortly examine his statement, which, though, as we think, altogether unsatisfactory and sophistical, is yet a splendid specimen of false reasoning, and therefore worthy of being exposed and overthrown. Dr. Johnson was not often utterly wrong in his mature and considerate judgments respecting any subject of paramount importance to the virtue and happiness of mankind. He was a good and wise being; but sometimes he did grievously err; and never more so than in his vain endeavour to exclude from the province of poetry its noblest, highest, and holiest domain. Shut the gates of heaven against Poetry, and her flights along this earth will be feebler and lower-her wings clogged and heavy by the attraction of matter and her voice-like that of the caged lark,

Iso different from its hymning when lost to sight in the sky-will fail to call forth the deepest responses from the sanctuary of our spirit.

"Let no pious ear be offended," says Johnson, "if I advance, in opposition to many authorities, that poetical devotion cannot often please. The doctrines of religion may indeed be defended in a didactic poem; and he who has the happy power of arguing in verse, will not lose it because his subject is sacred. A poet may describe the beauty and the grandeur of nature, the flowers of spring and the har vests of autumn, the vicissitudes of the tide and the revolutions of the sky, and praise his Maker in lines which no reader shall lay aside. The subject of the disputation is not piety, but the motives to piety; that of the description is not God, but the works of God. Contempla tive piety, or the intercourse between God and the human soul, cannot be poetical. Man, admitted to implore the mercy of his Creator, and plead the merits of his Redeemer, is already in a higher state than poetry can confer.

"The essence of poetry is invention; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are univer sally known; but few as they are, they can be made no more; they can receive no grace from

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