otherwise than aware of the intellectual homage of which he was the object; yet there he sate, talking and looking all sweet, and simple, and divine things, the very personification of meekness and humility. Now he spoke of passing occurrences, or of surrounding objects-the flowers on the table, or the dog on the hearth; and enlarged in most familiar-wise on the beauty of the one, the attachment, the almost moral nature of the other, and the wonders that were involved in each. And now, soaring upwards with amazing majesty, into those sublime regions in which his soul delighted, and abstracting himself from the things of time and sense, the strength of his wing soon carried him out of sight. And here, even in these his eagle flights, although the eye in gazing after him was dazzled and blinded, yet ever and anon a sunbeam would make its way through the loopholes of the mind, giving it to discern that beautiful amalgamation of heart and spirit, that could equally raise him above his fellow-men, or bring him down again to the softest level of humanity."-The Metropolitan. "Coleridge was a philosopher, a poet, and, what was infinitely better, a sincere and zealous Christian. Both by the endowments of nature and the acquisitions of study, he was fitted to take the highest station in the literature of his country, could he have subdued a constitutional indolence of character, which made him always rest satisfied with doing just enough for the day that was passing over him, and no more. He would discourse volumes of rich and various philosophy, pouring forth exuberant strains of mind, with no more effort than it costs an ordinary man to talk about the loose matters that are constantly floating on the surface of life, in their way to speedy oblivion; but it was a hard task to get him to write even a pamphlet. Hence, while his acknowledged productions are comparatively few, considering how early he commenced author, he was a large contributor (from necessity) to newspapers and periodicals, of short, perishable articles, upon purely temporary topics, which could be finished at a sitting, and which, when finished, procured him prompt means for supplying his immediate wants. Had he possessed application equal to his mental activity (which was prodigious, for he seemed made of thought), the world would have possessed treasures which are now placed beyond its reach for ever."-Canterbury Magazine. DEDICATION. TO THE REVEREND GEORGE COLERIDGE, OF OTTERY ST. MARY, DEVON. Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. Lib. II. 2. A blessed lot hath he, who having past To me th' Eternal Wisdom hath dispens'd A different fortune and more different mind- Ruffled the boughs, they on my head at once Have tempted me to slumber in their shade E'en mid the storm; then breathing subtlest damps, Yet at times My soul is sad, that I have roam'd through life Didst trace my wanderings with a father's eye; Rebuk'd each fault and wept o'er all my woes. My earger eye glist'ning with mem'ry's tear, Sit on the tree crook'd earth-ward; whose old boughs, Send their loose blossoms slanting o'er our heads! Nor dost not thou sometimes recall those hours, These various songs, Which I have fram'd in many a various mood, |