of an admiring multitude, rushed to his relief with thirsty lancets : apoplexy, oh, of course, apoplexy: and they nodded to each other confidentially. Yes, he was dying: they might not move him now: he must die in his sins, at that dread season, upon that dread spot. Perjury, robbery, and murder, all had fastened on his soul, and were feeding there like harpies at a Strophadian feast, or vultures ravening on the liver of Prometheus. Guilt, vengeance, death, had got hold of him and rent him, as wild horses tearing him asunder different ways; he lay there gurgling, strangling, gasping, panting: none could help him, none could give him ease: he was going on the dark dull path in the bottom of that awful valley, where Death's cold shadow overclouds it like a canopy; he was sinking in that deep black water, that must some day drown us all-pray Heaven, with hope to cheer us then, and comfort in the fierce extremity-His eye filmed, his lower jaw relaxed, his head dropped back, he was dying, dying, dying— On a sudden he rallied! his blood had rushed back again from head to heart, and all the doctors were deceived; again he battled and fought, and wrestled, and flung them from him; again he howled, and his eyes glared lightning:-mad?-Yes-mad! stark mad! quick, quick, we cannot hold him; save yourselves, there! But he only broke away from them to stand up free; then he gave one scream, leaped high into the air, and fell down dead in the dock, with a crimson stream of blood issuing from his mouth. From the "Crock of Gold." RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES was born in Yorkshire about the year 1806. After graduating at Cambridge he travelled for some time on the continent, and, on his return to England, was elected a member of Parliament for the borough of Pontefract. His poetical works consist of "Poems, Legendary and Historical," "Poems of Many Years," "Memorials of Many Scenes," "Memorials of a Tour in Greece," "Poetry for the People," and "Palm Leaves," (1844.) The last of these was written during a tour through Egypt and the Levant, and is "an attempt to introduce to the people of England the manners of thought and the habits of the East." As a poet, Mr. Milnes possesses very considerable elegance and taste: about all his productions there is an artist-like finish, and his ear is finely attuned to the melodies of verse. YOUTH AND MANHOOD. Youth, that pursuest with such eager pace Thou pantest on to win a mournful race: Pause and luxuriate in thy sunny plain; Once past, thou never wilt come back again The hills of manhood wear a noble face, The mist of light from which they take their grace The dark and weary path those cliffs between And how it leads to regions never-green, Pause, while thou mayst, nor deem that fate thy gain, Will drive thee forth from this delicious plain, LABOR. Heart of the People! Working men! Who on your sturdy backs sustain Through streaming time this world of ours; Hold by that title,-which proclaims That ye are undismay'd and strong, Accomplishing whatever aims May to the sons of earth belong. Yet not on ye alone depend Labor, for some or other end, Is lord and master of us all. The high-born youth from downy bed Must meet the morn with horse and hound, While industry for daily bread Pursues afresh his wonted round. With all his pomp of pleasure, he Is but your working comrade now, He strives, as active, to destroy. But who is this with wasted frame, And he who still and silent sits In closed room or shady nook, And seems to nurse his idle wits With folded arms or open book: To things now working in that mind Your children's children well may owe Till from his busy thoughts they flow. Where we deny the healthy seed,- RICH AND POOR. When God built up the dome of blue, A line between the rich and poor; Or beauteous earth be scarr'd with flame, Or saving love be all in all, That rule of life will rest the same. We know not why, we know not how But to the eternal law we bow; If such things are, they must be so. One truth outshining bright and clear, And poverty but pain and fear. Behold our children as they play! Blest creatures, fresh from nature's hand; As the young heir to gold and land; Grant us, O God! but health and heart, LEIGH HUNT. 1784. LEIGH HUNT, the journalist and poet, is a son of a clergyman of the Church of England, and was born at Southgate, in Middlesex, October 19, 1784. He received his education at Christ's Hospital, where he continued until his fifteenth year. In 1801, being then clerk to an attorney, he published, under the title of "Juvenilia," the poems he had at various times composed. In 1805, he assisted his brother John in writing for a paper called the "News;" and three years afterward he established, in connection with his brother, the "Examiner" newspaper. This was conducted with great independence and spirit, as well as talent and learning, and very soon took a high rank, and exerted a wide influFor writing, however, with too much freedom against the measures of the government, he was twice prosecuted for libel, but was acquitted. The third time he was not so fortunate; for, when the "Morning Post," in its usual style of fulsome flattery, called the prince-regent, whose character was notoriously infamous, an "Adonis," Leigh Hunt added-" of fifty." Upon so slight a ground was a prosecution instituted against him, and the jury found a verdict of guilty. Leigh Hunt and his brother John were each sentenced to pay a fine of £500, (which with costs amounted to £2000,) and to be imprisoned for two years. by the government not to press either penalty, if a pledge would be given that ence. Offers were made no similar attacks should appear; but they were firmly and nobly rejected. Mr. Hunt was not idle in prison; he continued to write and amuse himself in various ways. His independent spirit could not be subdued by such miserable efforts of tyranny, and he proved pretty conclusively that "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage." Upon his liberation he continued to maintain the "Examiner" as before at the head of the weekly press. In 1810 he commenced a quarterly magazine called "The Reflector;" but it did not prove successful. Mr. Hunt's chief fame has been won as an essayist, in which character his best pieces are to be found in a collection called the "Round Table," written in conjunction with Hazlitt. His chief works are, "Rimini," an Italian tale in verse; "Classic Tales," "Feast of the Poets," "The Descent of Liberty, a Mask," "The Literary Pocket Book," "The Legend of Florence," "Hero and Leander," "Imagination and Fancy," "Wit and Humor," "Captain Sword and Captain Pen," "A Book for a Corner," 2 volumes, &c.' FUNERAL OF THE LOVERS IN "RIMINI." The days were then at close of autumn still, And ever and anon, over the road, The last few leaves came fluttering from the trees, A voice of chanting rose, and as it spread, It was the choristers who went to meet The train, and now were entering the first street. And in their lifted hands the gushing sorrow roll'd. To keep the window, when the train drew near; The bier approaching slow and steadily, Read "Quarterly Review," xiv. 473; "North British,” xiv. 143. |