How fleet is a glance of the mind! And the swift-winged arrows of light. Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest; And I to my cabin repair. And reconciles man to his lot. APOSTROPHE TO ENGLAND ENGLAND, with all thy faults I love thee still, To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime Upon thy foes, was never meant my task; Thy joys and sorrows with as true a heart Time was when it was praise and boast enough That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue, And one in council; Wolfe upon the lap And Chatham heart-sick of his country's shame. They made us many soldiers. Chatham, still Consulting England's happiness at home, Secured it by an unforgiving frown If any wronged her. Wolfe, where'er he fought, That his example had a magnet's force; And all were swift to follow whom all loved. Or all that we have left is empty talk Of old achievements, and despair of new. ON MERCY I WOULD not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crush the snail The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight, Sacred to neatness and repose, the alcove, The chamber, or refectory, may die : A necessary act incurs no blame. Not so, when, held within their proper bounds, As God was free to form them at the first, THERE is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine. Lines to Mary Unwin GIBBON 1737-1794 EDWARD GIBBON, the historian, was born in Surrey, England, in 1737, and died in 1794. He entered Magdalen College, Oxford, but remained only a short time. At an early age he became deeply interested in religion, and devoted himself to study, relieving the tedium of his labors by assiduous courtship of Mademoiselle Curchod, whose acquaintance he made in Switzerland. The lady loved him, but his own inclination changed, and she finally married M. Necker, and became the mother of Madame de Staël. In 1759 he returned to England and was admitted into the most cultivated society. Two years later he published in French an Essay on the "Study of Literature," which attracted but little attention in England. In 1763 he went to France, and became the intimate friend of Helvétius, D'Alembert, Diderot, and other eminent men. The next year he visited Rome, and there conceived the project of writing the history of "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire." In 1776 the first volume of this great work was published, and at once made him famous. His attacks on Christianity called out many severe rebukes, which enhanced the popular interest in his book. The concluding volumes of the History appeared in 1787. The author's last literary work was his Autobiography, which has been pronounced the finest specimen of that kind of composition in the English language. The graces of Gibbon's style have always been the subject of admiration. In his History he is stately and magnificent; in his Autobiography he is easy, spirited, and charming. The style of his History has been censured by some critics for its excessive elaboration and its opulence of French phrases, Porson going so far as to say that "there could not be a better exercise for a school-boy than to turn a page of it into English; " but the general verdict of literary authorities of his own and later times awards him the highest rank among English historians as a master of our language. ARABIA I IN the dreary waste of Arabia, a boundless level of sand is intersected by sharp and naked mountains; and the face of the desert, without shade or shelter, is scorched by the direct and intense rays of a tropical sun. Instead of refreshing breezes, the winds, particularly from the southwest, diffuse a noxious and even deadly vapor; the hillocks of sand which they alternately raise and scatter are compared to the billows of the ocean, and whole caravans, whole armies, have been lost and buried in the whirlwind. The common benefits of water are an object of desire and contest; and such is the scarcity of wood, that some art is requisite to preserve and propagate the element of fire. Arabia is destitute of navigable rivers, which fertilize the soil, and convey its produce to the adjacent regions; the torrents that fall from the hills are imbibed by the thirsty earth; the rare and hardy plants, the tamarind or the acacia, that strike |