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lisping belles and maneuvering mammas eagerly sought his favor, while the wise and discern

HADRIAN IN GIBBONS ROME. ing fathers conversed with him of ancient times and modern laws. We saw him, too, in the choice literary circle where the opinion of none

HADRIAN succeeded Trajan to the empire of

Rome. He was an artist and a patron of the other was so eagerly sought. We saw him, too,

Arts and Sciences. The faintest glimmerings in the sanctuary of God, where with our choir he chanted the praises of the great Creator.

of literary merit, were, during his reign, sought

out and rewarded. He was an extensive travBut he soon left our rural neighborhood for

eler, his life was almost a perpetual journey. other scenes. The golden fever was raging in

No climate was a barrier to his restless curiosiall its violence, and among its first victims was

ty. At one time he was admiring the wild the gifted stranger. His last evening in our midst was spent in our village Lyceum, and af

scenery of the remote and inhospitable island of ter an interval of two years, I seem to hear his

Britan, at another standing upon the shores of

the Euphrates, then again beneath the scorching manly tones, as he spoke earnestly in the debate, advocating the rights of the injured Afric

rays of an Afric sun. No province in his emI almost fancy I hear again the rich, loud

pire, but was honored by the presence of their

monarch. voice, as it resounded through the Lyceum hall. At the close of his remarks, he briefly alluded to

The natives of his provinces, his subjects, his departure, and then, as a shade of sadness

flocked in crowds to behold their emperor. He gathered upon his brow, I thought that perhaps

was at the same time a skillful general, an ache was visited with forebodings that he should

complished scholar, and an eminent statesman. not return.

The soldiers loved and respected him for his He departed, carrying with him the kindest

kindness and condescension. He instructed the wishes of our villagers for his health, happiness, inexperienced, rewarded the diligent, sometimes and prosperity. For many months his home

disputing with them the prize of superior was upon the deep. Then came letters long,

strength or dexterity. Under his reign the sciand full of interest, describing minutely his voy

ence of tactics was cultivated with success, and age around the Cape, and his own impressions

his military instructions were respected as the of life upon the ocean. The voyage was long

most perfect model of Roman discipline. He and tedious, and several of his bold comrades

possessed a spirit of daring enterprise and restfound a grave beneath the deep blue sea, ere

less activity seldom united to the character of they reached the far famed San Francisco. Ar

an emperor. His reign was for the most part riving here, sickness soon confined him to his

prosperous and peaceful. The Roman name rude boarding house; then came letters in a

was revered among the remote nations of the

earth. The fiercest barbarians respected its strain more sad, yet breathing still of hope. He anticipated returning health, and speedy riches,

power, and frequently submitted their differenand then he would once more return to dear New

ces to his arbitration. England, and enjoy the fruit of all bis toil and It is with regret that we turn to the darker privation. He was still in possession of books,

side of the character of Hadrian. We are told and he spoke of the enjoyment of corresponding that he was capable by turns of the meanest, as with friends, far, far away. But the flatterer, well as the most generous qualities. His ruling consumption, was fastened upon his frame, and passion was curiosity and vanity. During the slowly and silently he passed to the tomb. His first few days of his reign, four consular senalast epistle expressed no hope of return, but a tors were put to death, merely because they were regret that he came to die in a strange land; he his personal enemies. He was afflicted with ill pined for home, and friends, and the familiar health during the closing years of his life, and Foices which had greeted him in early life. he became peerish.and cruel.

Then came leiiers, which said that he had He now bethought him of a successor, and passed away, trusting in the stranger's God, and chose one unfit for the station, who survived the though stranger eyes gazed coldly upon his cof

honor but a short time. His next choice re. fin, and stranger hands placed the turf upon his Hected glory upon his memory, and honor to his breast, yet 'mid fairer scenes we trust he will penetration and judgment. He selected the two greet one day the friends for whom he sighed, Antonines, whose reign was characterized by and be separated no more forever.

justice and moderation superior to his own. It

S. M. C. P.

S. M. C. PERKINS.

was the custom with the Romans to deify their that would arouse the interest, and occupy the emperors at their death, or doom them to ever- attention, of some good clergyman, active in his lasting infamy, and pronounce them tyrants. At duties, and accustomed to store up in his memthe death of Hadrian, his ambiguous character ory the instructive annals of his parish. The was a source of trouble. They knew not wheth- death of a poor seduced girl, the return of a diser to pronounce him a god or a tyrant. The abled soldier to his native village, the wreck of prayers of his successor at length prevailed, and the fortunes of a once thriving family, the solihe was pronounced a god, and assigned a place tude of aged widowhood, the nightly moanings among the Roman deities.

of a red-cloaked maniac haunting some dreary spot in the woods-nothing can exceed the pathos with which Wordsworth can tell such simple local stories as these. One can hardly read

without tears, some of his narratives of this deBURNS AND WORDSWORTH.

scription; as, for example, that of the poem en

titled Guilt and Sorrow, that of the pastoral poHow experience has to do with the poet, is em entitled Michael, or that of the widow Marfinely shown in the following extract from a garet and her lonely cottage, as told in the first foreign reviewer's notice of Wordsworth's last book of the Ercursion. Showing a similar eye work:

for the moral picturesque in humble rural life, “In pathetic stories of humble rural life we though altogether of a more cheerful character, know no poet superior to Wordsworth. All the is the fine and hearty tale of the Wagoner, perordinary and, if we may so speak, parochial haps one of the most perfect of all Wordsworth's woes of rural existence in England, seem to compositions. And here we may remark, that have been diligently noted and pondered by him. if Wordsworth had any such theory as we have It is told of Burns, by Dugald Stewart, that as supposed, as to the advantage, in the poetica) they were walking together one morning in the occupation, of a permanent connection on the direction of the Braid Hills, near Edinburgh, part of the poet with some one spot or district, where they commanded a prospect of the adja- then, in such a theory, he must necessarily have cent country, the poet remarked that the sight had respect, as well to the power of familiar of so many smoking cottages gave a pleasure to modes of life to form the heart of a poet, as to his mind which he did not believe any one could the influence of familiar scenery in attuning his understand that did not know, as he did, how imagination. And certainly there is much in much of real worth and happiness such poor this. Rarely does one that has removed from habitations might contain. Now, is the glance his native spot form elsewhere relations that with which Wordsworth, in his poetry, looks can stand him instead when he wishes to abroad on the cottage-sprinkled scenery of his glance into human life at once intimately and native district cannot be said to show that warm broadly. familiarity with the daily tenor of humble rustic life which Burns had from experience, it may at least be compared to the kindly glance of some pious and diligent pastor, such as Wordsworth has himself described in his Ercursion, survey

THE RELIEF. ing from a height the scattered homes of his well known parishioners. At home in the par

My thoughts were sad and desolate, for no kind sonage there are books, pictures, and probably a

friend was near piano, the care of a gentle wife or daughters; in

To check the rising sigh of grief or wipe the falwalking over the fields, too, the pastor, an aca

ling tear, demic and cultured man, has necessarily thoughts No outstretched hand was there to greet the lov

ed with aspect mild, and enjoyments of his own; nevertheless what

Or throw the veil of charity o'er sorrow's mournhe has seen and known of the habits of those

ing child. among whom he labors has given him an eye to perceive, and a heart to appreciate, their lowli- With heart opprest I walked amid the woodland's est anxieties and sorrows. Almost exactly so thorny way, is it with Wordsworth. The incidents of rural Where I had wandered oft with those who could life that he delights to depict, are precisely those

not with me stay,

And memory brought with sad’ning hue that thril. and thou art but a shadowy outline in the disling thought of pain,

tance, while they fill with their palpable forms That I on earth could never see those trusting the nearer view. The time has been, when I ones again.

could not have said this; for then, when our afThe Winter was appearing with his pure and

fection was new, when its hopes and fears first

established their dominion over us, that dominsnowy brow, The junipers were laden with a wreath on every

ion was a despotism to which all else bowed bough,

down. In those earlier days of passionate deWhile the rabbit passed beside them with a well

votion, I had no thoughts, no dreams, but of instructed bound,

thee. Care, worldly care, haunted me not, busOr paused, to gaze upon the prints along the icy iness received but the attention of head or hands, ground.

while the mind was elsewhere, and there was

no pleasure in life but to be by thy side. But The trees were gently bending, and the leaves now it is not so. I shall not pain thee by this tho' brown and sere,

avowal; thou knowest it, knowest by thine own Were beautifully frosted for the marriage of the heart the feelings of mine. It is not that we year ;

love each other less, but that the waves of time There the squirrel left a pathway as he lightly and trial have swept over our affection, and what scaled the wall,

once rose sparkling to the surface, is now buried Or held his merry meetings in Nature's airy hall.

deepest of all. Years, long years we have been From out the forest gliding with the sound of separated, and outwardly we are changed. We silver bells,

can give our attention to things unconnected Or the music of the zephyr as it floats among the

with each other; can bear our part in the stir of dells,

life; can even be, in a measure, contented with Came a flow of shining water o’er the sand so

our fate, but we can never be happy. We may still and cold,

wear the appearance of indifference; we may Throwing up the glittering spray-drops as among

seem to forget; but always, far back in the inthe rocks it rolled.

nermost recesses of feeling, will remain an un

conquered regret, and what might have been will As the light of morning springeth from the mid

be forever contrasted with what is. Vain renight's darkest hour,

gret! vain comparison ! but unavoidable as On my spirit dawned the knowledge of a wise and

vain. holy power, A thrilling sense of murmuring, and tear-drops

I have said that the day brought thee before fell like rain,

me; it brings thee in thy bloom as when we But never can I be so sad and desolate again.

first met. It was thy May of life, as it now is

the May of the year. The soft blue that now Dighton, Mass.

colors the heaven, was in thine eyes, and the
peach bloom on thy cheek; thy step was like
the step of Spring upon the grass, and thy smile

like the sunshine of May. I have not lost my
A LOVE LETTER,

joy in the spring-time. · The balmy air refresh

es my spirit; I gaze with delight upon the pale SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN FOR THE

azure of the sky and the vivid green of the fields, HOME JOURNAL," BY N. P. w.

and feel a sort of rapture as I bend over the ear

ly flowers, or look upon the trees with their tenThere is something in the air to-day, my der foliage, and boughs thick hung with pink or dearest friend, in the sunshine, the color of the

snowy wreaths. And while I miss thee more sky, and the whole appearance of nature, that than ever, thou art more than ever with me. I reminds me constantly of thee. It is not that I seem to take thy hand in mine, and walk with need by outward things to be reminded of thee, thee through the spicy woods, in the spangled or that thou art ever wholly forgotten. To be

meadows, and by the marge of singing streams. truly lover-like in addressing thee, I should, Thou, too, delightest in the freshness and the perhaps, say that thou art ever uppermost in my

bloom; thine eye follows and answers mine in thoughts ; but no, care, and business, and pleas- its admiration of the beautiful, and our hearts ure, will at times come between me and thee, beat as one to the music and gladness of nature.

HARRIET E. GARDNER.

Then, though alone, I am not lonely; I feel that or we pace the lime-tree walk in the silvery somewhere the same sights and sounds of Spring evening, when earth smiles like the gardens of are with thee, the same consciousness of a be- Asphodel beneath the moon's purifying beams. loved presence; and our souls meet at the altar

But can thy fancied presence always console of Nature as they will surely meet and be uni

me for thy real absence? O, no! It is in these ted in the presence of God. Oh, my friend ! my hours that I most need thee, most bitterly regret love! in thy truth, in thy faithfulness, I am

the fate which keeps us apart. While the delublest! How can I be wholly unhappy while I

sion lasts I may be less a sufferer, but afterward know there is one to whom I am the dearest ob

I must be doubly sad. We meet and we are ject on earth, and from whom, though fate may separated; for a few moments I forget that do its worst, I can never be entirely separated. aught could come between us, and then I live Though leagues of land and water lie between

over again that hour of anguish when we bade us, are we not often together? When my heart

each other farewell forever. Oh, must it be forseems filled with sunshine, and I go to my daily ever! That saddening word can only apply to avocations feeling a peculiar lightness and elas- the earthly duration of our trial; it may be the ticity of spirit; when I soar above the petty forever of time, but not of eternity. things of earth, and nothing perplexes or disturbs

While I write, the sky has become clouded; me, art thou not then with me? Does not our

the herbage is less vividly green; something of strong and lasting attachment sometimes give

their brightness has departed from the blossomus power to triumph over common obstacles,

ing trees and the early flowers, and sombre shadand though our bodily eyes may not pierce the clouds which surround and separate us, may not

ows fall where so lately rested the beautiful sun

light of May. My thoughts take a desponding our mental vision give us assurance of a near

hue from the change without, and the gloom of ness to, and of cheer and joy in each other?

the sky overshadows my spirit. It is as if thou Yes, I believe it. It is this which makes our lot less bitter, which prevents our feeling at all

wert gone from me like the sunbeams, and I

should be blessed with thy presence no more. times utterly alone. If it were not so, how could

Though I never really doubt thy faithfulness, my heart leap up as it were with a sudden glad

how often does this feeling of desertion oppress ness, when from the earth or sky, decked in spring-tide or summer loveliness, eyes of affec

me, how painfully contrast itself with the hap

pier delusion dwelt upon before. But it is not tion seem looking forth, and low breathed words

alone when the heavens are clouded that I lose tenderly calling, till I open wide my arms, in

thee, it is not the darkness that bides thee from rapture, seeking to enfold the invisible and elu

view; for it may be when earth looks loveliest, sive spirit ? And sometimes in the silent wood,

in her spring or summer guise, that I cannot or by the lonely waters, my whole soul is filled

feel thee near; and closing my heart to the with an exquisite sense of dear compavionship,

beauty around, it turns inward to brood over its and for the timeI feel that nothing could disturb

disappointment; and often when autumn's goldmy peace or make me again unhappy.

en haze wraps the valleys and the hills, and in Oh, there is nothing good in humanity, no

the stillness we seem to hear the slow approachthing beautiful in nature or in art that does not

ing step of decay, I call thee, but thou dost not restore thee to me! If I read the poet's impas

come; and I turn from the sadly fair face of nasioned lay, thou art listening, and when mine

ture oppressed with an inexpressible grief and eyes kindle with pleasure, thou too dost approve.

pain. Is it, as I sometimes wildly fancy, that If I stand in rapt admiration before the life

thou art then turned from me ? that in interests breathing canvass, or all but speaking statue, I

or affections apart from me, I am for a while forturn to meet the glow of a kindred enthusiasm

gotten? O, my friend ! my only love ! let me on thy cheek and in thine eye; and when heroic

not owe this suffering to thee! When my spirit deeds are mentioned, or on the written page ap

goes forth in search of thine, let it not return pears a record of noble and virtuous actions, I

unsatisfied! Let not thy heart fail or grow see thy brow fushed with emotion, or thv quick

weary in its watchfulness and fidelity; and sensibility revealing itself in tears. Together though we may never meet face to face, or hope we hail the morning advancing over the eastern

for an earthly union, still be thou mine in spirit, hills, or watch the gay colors of the sunset fad

as I am wholly thine! ing in the western sky. Thou comest to sit beside me in the twilight, laying thy hand in mine; | Hartford, Conn.

MARY A. H. DODD.

Barnes, in reference to the absurd use of proof THEY TELL ME HE HATI LOVED BEFORE.

texts. It would be useful, amusing, and instrucThey tell me he hath loved before, its mark is

tive, to see a list of all the commonly misquoted

texts, such as “God out of Christ is a consumo on his brow, That a dearer and a lovelier received his boy

ing fire," and the like, which not only perverts hood's vow,

the Word of God, but express a falsehood; for That from the fondly worshiped one, whose name

God is out of Christ in nature, but is not there a I soon shall wear,

consuming fire, but Love: Acts xiv. 17. Here A dearer claim than kind esteem I may not hope

is the article from the London Biblical Review : to share.

“ The most serious damage and dishonor are

done to the Bible by interpolations, which have I know that from my face the charm of girlhood's gradually crept into many of the passages in bloom hath flown,

common use. These, probably, originated in That early care hath o'er mine eye untimely the desire to make more plain the supposed shadows thrown ;

meaning of the written text, or to express the Yet as wine with age gains richness to the fresh- theological sentiments of the persons adopting ness of its youth,

it. Nevertheless, these alterations are any thing I bring for girlhood's feeble vows a woman's

but improvements, as may be seen in the folstrength and truth.

lowing examples. The memorable promise of He may not guess the love that strives to shield

our Savior, Matt. xviii. 20, • Where iwo or his noble heart,

three are gathered together in my name,

there When malice wounds, or Envy speeds her keen

am I in the midst of them,' is often used with malignant dart,

the addition, 'and that to bless them. This adThe love that wearies Heaven with prayer to

ditional sentence is probably a inutilated fragward the shaft that's thrown

ment of the promise of Jehovah, Ex. xx. 24 : To reach his heart, whate'er the pang that quiv- 'In all places where I record my name I will ers in her own.

bless thee. But it is a superfluous appendage,

not in harmony with the design of the Redeem. He dreams not of the stinging jest, the sneer er's promise, and when attributed to him, as his more keen than steel,

own word, is incorrect. The wish expressed by Weapons with which ignoble minds can make

the Apostle Paul, 2 Thess. iii. 1, .That the word their victim feel ;

of the Lord may have free course and be gloriHe cannot see the look estranged, or hear the

fied, is often quoted with the addition, 'and altered tone,

run.' This appears to be an incorporation of The price so freely bartered for the music of his

the proposed marginal reading, for 'free course'

is mere tautology, and consequently should be Yet he may prove the trusting heart that on his

avoided. The cheering declaration, Eph. iii. own hath flung

20, that God is able to do exceeding abundant. Its hopes that on its smile or frown as by a thread ly, above all that we ask or think,' has often apare hung,

pended to it, the somewhat unmeaning and unThat on his manly generous breast, through fu- scriptural sentence, 'or at all worthy to receive.' ture good or ill,

Now, as salvation is of grace, we are not worthy Most blest will swell with joy and pride, or- of any mercy at the hand of God, and this addi. breaking-love him still.

tion is, consequently, incongruous with the passage. The beautiful and affecting declaration, Ps. cxxx. 2, that with the Lord there is mercy,

and with him is plenteous redemption,' is someDISHONOR DONE THE BIBLE.

times encumbered with the ungracesul appen

dage, 'that he may be sought unto,' which, cerUnder this heading the last “ Bible Society tainly is not in the text, nor in the ode from Record" publishes an excellent article from the

which it is taken. London Biblical Review, which treats finely the

“ All sorts of emendations bave been attempt. common misuse of the Scriptures. This article

ed on the Lord's Prayer, and in the apostolic will make a good companion for that given our

benediction, 2 Cor. xiii. 14, with which our pubreaders some time since-from Rev. Albert

lic religious services usually conclude. Indeed, VOL. XX.

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