The treasures of each loved recess, The furze-clad mountain, and the hill The sheltered homestead, whose repose Where boughs of generous culture spread She pictured with her glowing pen, The mirthful children of the soil, The sports, the pastimes wild and free Its spring-tide morn ; The bounding steps that lightly pass THE VILLAGE QUEEN. And she could picture, she could dress The bachelors-but not of arts Who bore in scenes like these, their parts- With such a florist amateur Each cherished blossom might secure A favouring vote; The cultured garden in her pale, And blooms that scent the wild-wood gale, She loved the homes of English ground, Snowdrops, and larkspurs, and jonquilles, And rosemary. And much she joyed her charge to tend, When cooling dew-drops of the sky She loved in woodland guise, to roam Those fields among, Where nature's denizens agree To pour in fullest harmony, Their tides of song. 149 And there with chapeau sur le bras, Where streamlets from their caverns rude, Echo the name of solitude With gurgling swell. The cowslip and the primrose pale Breathe their soft perfume in her tale, With fragrant breath— The breath of spring, the breath of joy, Of coming death. Sweet" May-flower!" favourite of her hand! And subject of her mild command ! Thy bounding tread, Thy frolic-and thy looks of love And bid thee in her graces still, With hearts in closest bonds allied, She pictured and she prized the while, The fond, the tender and the true— Nor vanish soon. THE VILLAGE QUEEN. She sketched-but how shall I convey Each charm of country and of town, She loved the solaces and charms But might her moral have exprest Depicting to the mental eye, The follies of this world of ours, The curse that rests upon our sin, The treacherous mind; Well might her genius then engage By truth refined. Thanks for thy tapestry of thought ! For sights and sounds to memory brought Where pictured visions that supply The charms of ideality, Reflected, shine. 151 Each kindling of superior sense, "Thou crownest the year with thy goodness: and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness; and the little hills rejoice on every side. The pastures are clothed with flocks: the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing."-Psalm lxv. 11-13. "Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof. Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice before the LORD."-PSALM xcvi. 11-13. THE "PRISONER OF PROVIDENCE," AND THE "PRISONER OF HOPE." FULL many a year did Satan bind In bonds of death, that deathless mind; Those bounding pulses thrilled with pain, |