The poet refuses to give any description | of his lost friend; partly from the hopeless difficulty of conveying in words the impressions produced by personal power and converse; and partly in natural shrinking from that coldness of the world "which credits what is done," but has little care for unfulfilled promise, though it was Death that broke the earthly performance which is going on somewhere else. But he is not always able to retain this distrustful silence. We give one of several attempts to communicate the peculiar presence of his friend :— "Heart-affluence in discursive talk From household fountains never dry; The critic clearness of an eye, That saw thro' all the Muses' walk; Seraphic intellect and force To seize and throw the doubts of man; High nature amorous of the good, Of freedom in her regal seat And manhood fused with female grace All these have been, and thee mine eyes Some of the most touching poems in the volume, for all have had the experience that inspired them, are those which celebrate the return of anniversaries after the death of one with whom all their joy and all their hope. had been interwoven. We have the records of at least three Christmas days, and they mark the spiritual stages of grief. The first is but a patient, all-enduring concession to custom: the holy emblems do not yet sway the heart, though the pious will consents to lift the consecrated signs: "With such compelling cause to grieve Yet go, and while the holly boughs Old sisters of a day gone by, Gray nurses, loving nothing new; Why should they miss their yearly due Before their time? They too will die.”—p. 47. The next Christmas, the outward calm is recovered, and the tears dried, but there sleeps at the heart, "the quiet sense of something lost:" on the last, whose record we have, the spiritual Hope is quite in the ascendant. Christ, and all who slept in him, are alive that day; and comforted Sorrow has become ardent, longing, perhaps impatient, Faith. The dirge of death gives place to the hymn of confidence: and the heart of the reader, somewhat oppressed by the long melancholy, rejoices at last to have the claims of Earth and Heaven harmonized in the trustfulness of love and expectation. It is finely marked by the incidents of domestic history appearing in the poem, that this effect had been aided by the liberation from over-powering associations consequent on a change of dwelling. The old bells, now heard no more, had tones that could recal only one set of feelings. The change of scene has helped to break the bond of use, and give the Future its rightful power. ing out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, ing in the thousand years of peace. Ling in the valiant man and free, he deepest interest of these poems is in the vings of the spirit to hold converse with dead, to conceive aright the nature of the een ties that may still connect the loving I faithful of each world, and through the rt to reason against and set aside the fear widening separation between souls in difent conditions of existence, and subject haps to different laws and measures of ritual growth. There is much curiosity, h of a physical and of a moral kind, which ple love should silence, taking her own sts and prophesies as sufficient for her fidence, as Mary was satisfied to ask no estions of Lazarus, of his four days' sorn beyond mortality, in her full contentnt with his presence, and that of the holy ve which him back. gave Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits, But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All subtle thought, all curious fears, Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, There is no more common trepidation of = heart, than that new and inconceivable des of existence may so deprive us of all owship in the links that bind the anges" of the dead, that never can we be ly mated again. The fear belongs to the eculative, not to the spiritual nature. It powerfully put in one of these poems, and ply answered in the next. vex my heart with fancies dim: "Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? I wrong the grave with fears untrue : Be near us when we climb or fall: Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours Again how true to love, and therefore to God, is the strong desire for personal identity and recognition, though compelled to struggle with spiritual trusts and weapons against some of nature's signs of individual decay! There is something spiritual even in the constancy with which he clings to the "eternal form" that shall still individualize, "divide the eternal soul from all beside," as a protest and protection against the heartless mockery of any "remerging in the general Soul." "The wish that of the living whole Are God and Nature then at strife, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my wait of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, The fears and doubts that issue out of the perishableness of our bodies and the sins of our souls, are worthily extinguished by the cries of the heart, and the prophesies of the spirit accredited by Faith as God's own voice and word. That faith is itself not the evidence, but the reality of a divine nature in us. "Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, I can but trust that good shall fall This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first to last as the poet's confidence, for he everywhere takes the knowledge of the Heart as that margin of experience, of real contact with God, which gives strength and ground to trust the infinite unknown. Thus in the prefatory poem:"Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee,-And thou, O Lord, art more than they. operate with God's spirit where can be confidence that we are born to such es? All the inferences we may trace n the course of Providence are for us null void, until we partake of the creative it, and feel the force of Christ's axiom, y father worketh, and I work." It is 7 the consciousness that there is no anering reality within, that could dim the phecies of man's future blessedness and fection. Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant laboring in his youth; Nor dream of human love and truth, is dying nature's earth and lime; But trust that those we call the dead, Are breathers of an ampler day Forever noble ends. They say The solid earth whereon we tread n tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, ill at the last arose the man; Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime, The herald of a higher race, And of himself in higher place, f so he type this work of time Within himself, from more to more; But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears; And dipp'd in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die." -p. 183. This faith can spiritually subdue all the ward and material evidences of decay and nihilation-the worm and the grave, but cannot subdue the hunger of the heart for newed personal communication. If it ald, indeed, it would subdue the heart elf, the basis of Faith, for what redemption His pledges could God owe to us, if it ld become to us a matter of indifference ether our affections fed on phantoms or lities? It is unsatisfied desire that proses the future. We must draw these extracts to a close. We had designed to say much more of our own, but as we turned the pages something exquisite forced itself upon us and extinguished our thought. We do not regret this. The best review of such a book is that which will draw the reader into some sympathy with the spirit which, out of such circumstances, breathes such sweetness and sacredness. The key-note of the whole is struck at the beginning: "I hold it true, whate'er befall; There is added to the volume a Marriage Lay; but the old strain returns at the remembrance of another marriage that was to have been and when through those fair portals he beholds the unspoiled Future, and the unborn races that in the long succession of the ages are to have their origin in Love, and God giving with every new generation a new hope and a new trial to mankind, his faith in the far-off Perfection, which would seem thus secured, is still strengthened by the remembrance of what has been : "Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type, Appearing ere the times were ripe, *These lines remind us of Monckton Milnes, than whom none has developed more worthily the Religion of Sorrow. The coincidence of the words that form the rhyme is curious, "He who for Love hath undergone The worst that can befall, THE MORMONS IN ENGLAND.-Mr. Mackay, | amounted to nearly 14,000, and that, during of England, who has mixed much with the the past year, it reached 2,500-consisting Mormons in Liverpool, has published, in the chiefly of farmers and mechanics, of a supeLondon Morning Chronicle, a full account of rior class, from Lancashire, Yorkshire, Wales, the sect, many of whom constantly emigrate and the southern parts of Scotland. to this country He says they boast of an I growth of Moha 66 The |