THOMAS CAMPBELL was born in Glasgow, July 27, 1777, and died July 15, 1844. He was educated at the university

in the city of his birth. In 1803 he went to London, where he was successful as a man of letters. He was on several occasions Lord Rector of the university from which he graduated. His poem, "The Pleasures of Hope," was written when he was in his twenty-second year.

WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion hill,

When Salem's shepherds through the night
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light, -
Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murmuring, on the raptured soul.
Then swift to every startled eye

New streams of glory gild the sky;
Heaven bursts her azure gates to pour

Her spirits to the midnight hour.
On wheels of light and wings of flame
The glorious hosts to Zion came.
High heaven with sounds of triumph rung,
And thus they smote their harps, and sung:

O Zion! lift thy raptured eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign!

See mercy from her golden urn
Pours a glad stream to them that mourn;
Behold, she binds with tender care
The bleeding bosom of despair.

He comes! he cheers the trembling heart;
Night and her spectres pale depart :
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Edom bloom!

By this lowly birth of mine
Countless riches shall be thine,
Matchless gifts and free.
Willingly this yoke I take,
And this sacrifice I make,
Reaping joys for thee."

Fervent praise would I to thee

Evermore be raising,

For thy wondrous love to me,
Praising, praising, praising.
Glory, glory, be forever

Unto that most bounteous Giver,

And that loving Lord!

Better witness to thy worth,
Purer praise than ours on earth,
Angels' songs afford.

From the Latin of JEAN MAUBURNE.
Translated by Mrs. ELIZABETH CHARLES.

NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP.

ROBERT SOUTHWELL, an English Jesuit, educated at Douay, France, was born in Norfolk in 1560, and was hanged, drawn, and quartered for constructive treason against Queen Elizabeth, Feb. 21, 1595. He wrote many poems. A complete edition of them appeared in London in 1856.

BEHOLD a silly.1 tender Babe,
In freezing winter night.
In homely manger trembling lies;
Alas! a piteous sight.

The inns are full; no man will yield
This little pilgrim bed;

But forced he is with silly beasts
In crib to shroud his head.

Despise him not for lying there;

First what he is inquire:
An Orient pearl is often found
In depth of dirty mire.

Weigh not his crib, his wooden dish,
Nor beasts that by him feed;
Weigh not his mother's poor attire,
Nor Joseph's simple weed.

This stable is a Prince's court,
The crib his chair of state;

The beasts are parcel of his pomp,
The wooden dish his plate.

The persons in that poor attire

His royal liveries wear;

The Prince himself is come from heaven:

This pomp is praised there.

Simple, happy. German selig.

With joy approach, O Christian wight!

Do homage to thy King; And highly praise this humble pomp, Which he from heaven doth bring.

ROBERT SOUTHWELL.

LISTEN TO THE WONDROUS STORY.

ELLIN ISABELLE TUPPER is daughter of Martin F. Tupper, the author of " Proverbial Philosophy." The following was contributed to Rogers's " Lyra Britannica," 1867.

JOHN iii. 16.

LISTEN to the wondrous story,

How, upon the Christmas morn, Jesus left the realms of glory, As a little babe was born; Left those bright and happy regions Of his Father's home above, And the glorious angel legions, In his great and boundless love! Came into a lowly manger,

Dwelt beneath a humble shed, And, among his own a stranger, Knew not where to lay his head; Went from city unto city,

All his life was doing good, Weeping o'er his friend with pity, When beside the grave he stood.

Love all human love exceeding,

Brought him to a cruel death; Even then, though hanging bleeding On the cross, his latest breath Spent he for his murderers, praying To his Father to forgive; To the thief repentant saying,

"Thou in Paradise shalt live!"

Oh, what love in God the Father
To bestow his only Son!
Oh, what love in Christ, who rather

Than the world should be undone,
Came himself to seek and save us,

Came to claim us for his own; Freely all our sins forgave us, Raised us to his glorious throne!

ELLIN ISABELLE TUPPER.

HYMN FOR THE HOLY INNOCENTS.

"Hymnum canentes Martyrum."

THE hymn for conquering martyrs raise:
The victor innocents we praise:
Whom in their woe earth cast away,

But heaven with joy received to-day.