Choose what you love the best, All cull'd in the cool fresh morn, For I waken'd the lark from the tulip's breast, A rainbow might have dyed this wreath : That is born of the west-wind's wooing breath, Fragrant and sweet and fair!— Yet, they neither toil nor spin; And they have not known the touch of care, Beside their beauty pure and lone, The glow of earthly fame, Or the pomp and pride of Solomon, Is a vain and empty name! Is not my calling sweet? To dwell amid beautiful things, THE NAIAD'S HAUNT, by the Author of "Cain the Wanderer." Lo! beside The root of that gray tree, o'ercanopying With its woven branch the stream, and veiling Idolatry he hath not seen-not so, For wherefore turns he from the living so coldly? May rouse the slumb'ring thought to create grand forms She stood by the extreme brink of that blue stream: From the braid of her redundant tresses, parting THE DESERTED OR VOICELESS CITY, No voice comes on the watching ear: Broke but by marble founts that gush Save when its tongue some beast of prey One chill hue hovers; on the ground Flings in eclipse, when made obscure And sad appears the portraiture In ev'ry dwelling is decay; Of wreck and blood his hands have made. * This will remind many readers of Milton's description of Eve, viewing and admiring her fine form reflected in the water. Long grass grows tall and tangled where And the wolf prowls in chambers bright, On inlaid floors and carpets wove In freshness shines the gilt alcove, Goblet and bowl, lies many a scull In silent antic, grinning ill Near cups the eyes had joy'd at full, A TRIBUTE TO THE MERIT OF MR. LUCAS, an Artist, by Miss Mitford. Он, young and richly gifted! born to claim Of thine own spirit, gleams of thought and sense ROYAL POETRY, in humble Prose. PRINCES are not better kings because they are poets, for some execrable tyrants (Charles IX. of France for instance) have been poetically inclined; but, when they make tolerable attempts in literature, a bright ray is thrown over their other merits. The following pieces are the productions of Louis, king of Bavaria. "While I was seated in solitude amidst the ruins of the temple of Mercury at Schwetzingen, my thoughts reverted to a period long passed. Artificial ruins, you have become real ones since I saw you! so many things, alas! have perished. These haunts, which witnessed the days of my youth, are now the confidents of my sadness; and yet they awaken the most pleasing recollections. What I have undergone, what I have seen, and what I have acquired, are no where so vividly recalled to my mind as here. Schwetzingen! afflicting image of worldly vicissitudes! I resided there as a mere stranger. Hidden from the eyes even of those who loved me, I lived on the past. I had before me the writings of Müller, that friend of whom death has prematurely deprived me,-those adınirable works which warm the heart and elevate the soul. Absorbed in profound melancholy, tears filled my eyes on thinking of Hompesch; of that friend whom I lamented as I never did lament, and as I never shall lament, any other person. Rapid death tore those two cherished beings from me in the same year. Alas! I little thought at that time that I should so soon assume the mourning scarf for thee, O noble Stadion! the friend of Hompesch and of Germany. same day which had separated those two friends, a year after re-united them for ever. Will my life also terminate at the same instant? Death has deprived me of many faithful friends; but their memory survives. Let all totter around me, I will remain to myself the same-attached to whatever is good." The "My dear first-born child, may sweet sleep close thine eyes! Repose in peace, beloved infant! Thou art yet ignorant of the troubles of this life; but, alas! happy childhood flies with rapid wing. A stranger to the joys of existence, thou art also a stranger to its sufferings; but thou wilt not escape them more than any other mortal. We are all born imperfect. The morning of thy life has been saluted by general rejoicing. O my dear child, be a good man. Then, even amidst the cares of royalty, thou wilt enjoy the serene slumbers of innocence. Thou smilest, and openest wide thine eyes. At present thou throwest on the world a joyful look. This world will one day make thee taste its bitterness; and thou wilt learn how wicked and deceitful it is. "Behold, extended on his little couch, feeble and helpless, one who may in future govern men! Happy will the person then be considered who knows how to please, even in trifles, one who has so much to give, and who can take so much away. "Nothing on earth is durable. May this truth be early engraven on thy young mind. But Virtue will render herself superior to all vicissitudes. To her thou owest eternal fidelity. "Wear Heaven in thy heart. Whether in solitude or in crowds, obey like a child the divine precepts; and death will find thee tranquil and happy. "Never forget that thou art a German. Let not the false splendor of the foreigner dazzle thee. Be ever on thy guard against his stratagems. "If he who has given thee life should hear from thy mouth only the lispings of infancy; if he should fall early in the defence of his country, drop a tear on his grave. "Learn to inherit his German feelings. Draw thy sword fearlessly for thy people; die with joy in protecting them; be worthy of thy ancestors!" SKETCHES OF DISTINGUISHED PERSONS The Earl of Buchan.-David Stewart Erskine was born in 1742, and instructed by his mother in the mathematics, by his father in history and politics, and by Mr. James Buchanan in classical literature. He completed his education at the university of Glasgow, where, in addition to an ardent thirst for academical learning, he displayed a taste for the arts of design. He succeeded his father in 1767; but, strongly disapproving the measures of the late king's cabinet, he (to use his own words) "withdrew from public life at a very early period after his succession to the title, and dedicated himself to the duties of a private station, the advancement of science and literature, and the improvement of his native country by the arts of peace." He had two brothers, Thomas (afterwards lord chancellor) and Henry; and on their education he earnestly bestowed that care which was to be expected from the kindness and vigilance, not merely of a near relative, but of a prudent and affectionate parent. The fortunes of his family had been, from different causes, impaired so considerably, that they could no longer afford an income sufficiently ample to support its dignities with due splendor, and to enable him to gratify all the generous wishes of a munificent spirit. Impressed with this consideration, he resolutely adopted a plan of œconomy, admirably fitted to retrieve and re-establish those falling fortunes; and his endeavours (perhaps the most honorable and difficult which a young and liberal-minded nobleman could resolve upon), without subjecting him to the imputation of parsimony, were crowned and rewarded with opulence. Being fond of the study of antiquities, he became in a great measure the founder of the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland; and he occasionally communicated to that respectable association the productions of his literary researches. Without excelling in poetry, he admired the beauties of the British bards, and had so high an opinion of the genius of Thomson, that he instituted an annual festive commemoration of that poet at Ednam, the scene of his birth. He maintained a correspondence with a great number of scholars and men of science, both at home and abroad, and was respected by all for his abilities and integrity. His writings have a peculiarity of style and manner; but this does not render them less interesting. The best are the memoirs of the Admirable Crichton, Fletcher of Saltoun, and Thomson. The late Bishop of Oxford.-Charles Lloyd, son of an eminent divine, was educated at the college annexed to ChristChurch, Oxford, where, while he was yet an undergraduate, he became tutor to Mr. Peel. He took holy orders in due time, and was soon distinguished as a learned theologian and able preacher. His knowlege and attainments gave him great influence, while the correctness of his judgement was generally acknowleged, and his opinion eagerly solicited, not merely on important points relating to the university, but in matters which affected the welfare of individuals. As his reputation increased, he was selected (in 1819) to succeed the present bishop of Durham as preacher of Lincoln's Inn. He was not long after made chaplain to the late archbishop of Canterbury; and in 1822 he was appointed regius professor of divinity on the death of Dr. Hodgson. In this station he shone with superior eminence; nor was he content with the regular discharge of his duties as an official lecturer, but he became also, if not the founder of a new school, at least the infuser of a new and more energetic spirit, introducing the practice of private His teaching in divinity, working incessantly like one impressed with a sense of high responsibility, and inculcating instruction where-ever it seemed requisite. pupils were attached to him by the affectionate zeal which he displayed for their welfare, by the warm interest which he took in all that concerned them, and by the genuine goodness of an honest, open, sincere heart, wholly devoid of selfish feeling, and alive to every generous and amiable impression. It is probable that Dr. Lloyd would have been elevated to the episcopal bench, even if he had possessed little learning or merit; for, although some of our bishops have owed their preferment to the excellence of their characters, the majority, we believe, have risen by the strength of interest. When Mr. Peel took his tutor by the hand, promotion was certain; and in this case it was well deserved. In 1827, Dr. Lloyd was declared bishop of Oxford; and, in the last session, he gratified his patron by supporting, with all his eloquence, the bill for the relief of the catholics. He did not long survive that triumph which his zeal had contributed to secure; for he caught cold at the dinner given by the Royal Academicians, from being exposed to a current of air, and died before he had attained the age of 45 years. He left a widow, one son, and four daughters. As he was generally esteemed, his death was lamented both as a public and private loss. The Rev. William Crowe.-From the station of a chorister in the chapel of Winchester College, he rose to the rank of a scholar on that foundation; and, having made considerable proficiency in classical studies, he was at length removed to a fellowship at New College, Oxford, where he was appointed in the sequel to a tutorship. He filled that situation for many years with ability and success; his manner, being as little marked by the repulsive distance, as his instructions were by the pedantry, of other lecturers, soon acquired for him the attachment and affection of his pupils. In 1782 he was presented by his college to the rectory of Alton-Barnes in Wiltshire. In 1784 he was elected public orator on the resignation of the rev. Dr Bandinel. On the many occasions when his talents were called forth in this situation, his orations, pregnant with classical spirit, gave the fullest evidence of his attainments as a scholar; nor did they |