But clouds thy sun o'ershadowed-and the sky
Darkened with portents, spoke a deluge nigh ;—
On rushed the impetuous billows, and thy soul
Confessed the empire of their wild control;
On rushed the impetuous billows, fury-driven,
And to thy vision fell the thunderbolt of heaven.

Lost was thy lovely prince from mortal view,—
God spake the word, and death His mandate knew ;
Lost was thy beauteous prince, whose polished mind
Pourtrayed the lineaments of noble kind

He slumbers with the dead-but not in vain

Shall memory with her glass, his imaged smile retain.

But loftier themes were thine, and earth's dark clime,
No more detained thee in thy flight sublime ;-

Thy gaze was on the sky, and things that be

Veiled not the perfect light of charity ;

Heaven was thy proper home, for peace and love

Have perfumed with their breath those shining worlds above.

And thou hadst studied problems large and high,
Fables of earth and visions of the sky;
Mythology by thee, was taught to spell
To thoughtless man, the art of living well,
And from the heathen, thou hadst learned to draw
The oracles of truth and wisdom's slighted law.

Fair was thy beardless sage! his pictured form
Might charm our reason and our fancy warm ;
Graceful that mould ideal, fit to raise

Admiring eulogists in after days:

Crowned with a holier light, let British youth

Invest with heavenly hues, the immortal shrine of Truth.

THE PRINCELY PURITAN.

Thou wast arrayed in dignity-thy dower
Had clothed thee with the garniture of power;
A prelate's honours spoke thy lofty state,

And rank and station placed thee with the great;
A prelate's virtue spoke thy high degree,

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For heaven was in thy heart-and Christ had set thee free.

Still let us track thy spirit as it went

With heaven-bound course, from this dark tenement,
There shines a goodlier sun;-a purer air,

Where saints inhabit, and bright worlds are there;

Then to thy blissful home we bid thee hail,

Where skies are clear, and well-springs never fail !

"And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity."-1 COR. xiii. 13.

THE PRINCELY PURITAN.

I SAW a brow of shadowy care,
Conflicting thought was graven there-
With toils of state;

Whilst energy of dauntless tone,
Within that mortal fabric shone,

That spoke the great.

I saw upon

that brow of care,

Where Time had passed, his ruthless share

With furrows deep;

I saw where proud ambition's prize

Hung glittering to those ravished eyes,
And banished sleep.

Methinks, upon that soul there prest
A load of suffering and unrest
For days long past,

When beamings of celestial light,
That poured on its awakened sight,
Their halo cast.

Yes, Time with ruthless hand, passed by
And wrought his work unwontedly,
To scathe a form

Where mind with all its lofty power,
Had braved in its meridian hour,
Full many a storm.

In sombre vest Religion came-
And there her spirit waked a flame,
With fervour new;

Thrice happy he, whose light of love,
Shines from the paradise above,
Serene and true.

Look on his exit ! as his sun

Amid the clouds of death goes down,So dies the brave!

The veteran hero bows his head,

His orb of day hath vanished
Beneath Time's wave.

He blest the covenant, whose word
Bore witness to Redemption's Lord,
With chartered page:

From shadowy years and cycles dim,
Faithful and true it speaks for him
To life's last age.

THE PRINCELY PURITAN.

That "wearied one !" with piteous moan
His lips confest that God alone

Can sooth distress:

Whilst many a prayer for him was given
In suppliance to the courts of heaven,
To heal and bless.

To yon eternal kingdom then
He turned, with faith's uplifted ken,
And thrice he said:

It is a fearful thing to fall
Into His hands who judgeth all,
Both quick and dead.

But in the Saviour's conquering might,
His soul was strengthened for the fight,
And filled with grace:

Though poor and vile, his spirit well
The Saviour's pardoning love could tell,
And speak His praise.

Look on that scene of sacred shade!
Where whisperings to the heart are made,
That breathe a power

Of solemn mystery and of dread ;-
It is the chamber of the dead,-
His parting hour.

The spirit, from the world away,
Wings upwards to the realms of day
That earthly shrine!

Its bright inhabitant is gone

To bow before the eternal throne,

In light divine.

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"For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another. - PSALM 1xxv. 6, 7.

THE POLE-STAR OF LEARNING.

ALL with brilliants spangled o'er,
Crowned with many a coloured gem;
Like the empyrean floor,

Night's resplendent diadem.

So thy gifted spirit shines,

Shedding light on after days; And each golden tint combines In a galaxy of rays.

Rich in mastery of thought,
Radiant with ethereal flame;
To its finished purpose wrought,
Let thy mind its empire claim.

Genius that was all thine own,
Quick invention's magic skill;

Reason on her lofty throne,
Wit, obedient to thy will.

Learning, science, logic, art,

Poured their treasures at thy feet ;

Poesy could well impart

Descants soothing, soft and sweet.

Nature's empire large and high,
Nature's own minutest thing;
From the arched, ethereal sky,

To the feeblest insect wing;