beauty of holiness. Ho has connected these meek and lowly flowers with an image, which none (nŭn) of the poets of this world have ever thought of. 5. To him the divine beauty of holiness "made the soul like a field or garden of God, with all manner of pleasant flowers; all pleasant, delightful, and undisturbed; enjoying a sweet calm, and the gentle, vivifying beams of the sun. The soul of a true Christian appears like such a little white flower as we see in the spring of the year; low and humble on the ground; opening its bosom to receive the pleasant beams of the sun's glōry; rejoicing, as it were, in a calm rapture; diffusing around a sweet fragrancy; standing peacefully and lovingly in the midst of other flowers round about; all in like manner opening their bosoms to drink in the light of the sun." 6. Věry likely such a passage as this, coming from the soul of the great theologian (for this is the poëtry of the soul, and not of the artificial sentiment, nor of the mere worship of nature), will seem to many persons like viölets in the bosom of a glac'iër. But no poet ever described the meek, modest flowers so beautifully, rejoicing in a calm rapture. Jonathan Edwards himself, with his grand views of sacred theology and history, his living piety, and his great experience in the deep things of God, was like a mountain glacier, in one respect, as the "par'ent of perpetual streams," that are then the deepèst, when all the fountains of the world are the driest; like, also, in another respect, that in climbing his theology you get very near to heaven, and are in a very pure and bracing atmosphere; like, again, in this, that it requires much spiritual labor and discipline to surmount his heights, and some care not to fall into the crevăss'es; and like, once more, in this, that when you get to the top, you have a vast,1 wide, glōrious view of God's great plan, and see things in their chains and connections, which before you only saw separate and piecemeal. CHEEVER. GEORGE B. CHEEVER was born at Hallowell, Maine, on the 17th of April, 1807. He was graduated at Bowdoin College, September, 1825, studied theology at Andover, was licensed to preach in 1830, and was first settled as pastor over Howard Street church of Salem, Massachusetts. He went to Europe in 1836, teenth year. He preached in Northampton twenty-three years: was missionary to the Indians near Stockbridge, Mass., for six years; was in stalled president of Princeton College in January, 1758; and died on the 22d of March of the same year. 1 Vast, (våst), see Note 3, p. 22. where he spent two years and six months. In 1839 he became pastor of the Allen Street church, New York, and in 1846 of the Church of the Puritans, a position which he still retains. In 1844 he again visited Europe for a year. Dr. Cheever is celebrated as a logician. He has a keen analytical mind, and combining fancy with logic, succeeds equally well in allegory and in argumentation. liis numerous and valuable works have gained him an enviable position in American literature. He has written extensively for our ablest reviews and periodicals. He was a valuable correspondent of the "New York Observer," when in Europe, and editor of the "New York Evangelist" during 1845 and 1846. He is now a contributor of "The Independent." His "Lectures on Pilgrim's Progress," published in 1843, and "Voices of Nature," 1852, are among the ablest of his productions, and indicate most truly his mode and range of thought. "Wanderings of a Pilgrim in the Shadow of Mont Blanc and the Yungfrau Alp," from which the above extract is taken, published in 1846, on his return from his second visit to Europe, met with a very favorable reception. As a writer he is always clear and unimpassioned; he sees and hears and describes, never falling, through excess of feeling, into confusion, or figure, or redundancy of expression. The reader is strengthened by his power, calmed by his tranquillity, and incited to self-denying and lofty views, by his earnest and vigorous presentation of truth. A VII. 150. ALPINE SCENERY. BOVE me are the Alps-most glorious Alps- Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The mirror, where the stars and mountains view Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue. But soon in me shall loneliness renew 1Le' man or Geneva, a crescentshaped lake of Europe, between Switzerland and the Sardinian States. Length, forty-five miles; breadth, from one to nine and a half miles; and greatest depth, nine hundred and eighty-four feet. Its waters, which are never entirely frozen over, have a peculiar deep-blue color, are very transparent, and contain a great variety of fish. Steam navigation was introduced in 1828. Thoughts hid, but not less cherished than of old, Ere mingling with the herd that penned me in their fold. 3. Clear, plăcid Leman! thy contrasted lake With the wide world I've dwelt in is a thing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Save darkened Jura,' whose capped heights appear There breathes a living fragrance from the shōre, His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Our destinies ō'erleap their mortal state, 'Jura, (jo'ra), a chain of mountains which separates France from Switzerland, extending for one hundred and eighty miles in the form of a curve, from S. to N. E., with a mean breadth of thirty miles. One of the culminating points, and the highest, is Mount Molesson six thousand five hundred and eighty-eight feet above the level of the sea. And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and creäte In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star. Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, Of that which is of all Creator and Defense. 8. The sky is changed! and such a change! O Night, And Storm, and Darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be And now again 'tis black-and now, the glee Of what in me is sleepless,-if I rest. But where, of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest? 11. The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Still on thy shōres, fair Lēman! may find room Much, that may give us pause, if pondered fittingly. LORD BYRON. SECTION XXVIII. I. 151. SELECT PASSAGES IN VERSE. I. EARLY DAWN.-SHELLEY. HE point of one white star is quivering still Reflects it. Now it wanes: it gleams again "Tis lost! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The rōseäte sunlight quivers: hear I not 1 The Æölian' music of her sea-green plumes Winnowing the crimson dawn? II. DAYBREAK.-LONGFELLOW. A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, "O mists, make room for me!" 1o'li an, pertaining to Eolus, the god of the winds; hence, music produced by wind may be termed Eolian music. |