A SINGLE SOUL IS RICHER THAN ALL WORLDS, . There droops upon the dreary hills a mournful fringe of rain; [ALEXANDER SMITH, born 1830, died 1867. This graceful essayist and true poet died before his powers had fully ripened, being struck down by typhoid fever, acting on an enfeebled nervous system-the result of continuous and excessive literary toil. He had won, however, a high rank among modern poets by his "Life Drama," "Edwin of Deira," and "City Poems;" while his "Dreamthorpe," a volume of essay and criticism, his "Summer in Skye," and his domestic novel of "Alfred Hagart's Household," show that as a prose writer he would have attained an enduring re putation.] "BOOKS WERE HIS CHIEFEST FRIENDS: IN THEM HE READ OF THOSE GREAT SPIRITS WHO WENT DOWN LIKE SUNS, ITS ACTS ARE ONLY SHADOWS OF ITSELF."-ALEX. SMITH. AND LEFT UPON THE MOUNTAIN-TOPS OF DEATH A LIGHT THAT MADE THEM LOVELY."-ALEXANDER SMITH. "GOD FROM ETERNITY DOTH TEACH HIMSELF IN ALL, AND ALL THINGS IN HIMSELF."-COLERIDGE. HOPE'S GAYEST WREATHS ARE MADE OF EARTHLY FLOWERS PART IV. THE RETURN OF THE ADMIRAL. JOW gallantly, how merrily Proud, proud must be our Admiral, Of twice five hundred iron men THINGS THAT ARE MADE TO FADE AND FALL AWAY."-MRS. NORTON. "PONDER ON LOVE, SWEET SOUL; ON JOY, THE END AND GOOD OF ALL ENDEAVOUR."-PROCTER. "HAIL, ANCIENT MANNERS! SURE DEFENCE, WHERE THEY SURVIVE, OF WHOLESOME LAWS; 44 GREAT IS THE GLORY, for the strife IS HARD."-wordsworth. 256 THE RETURN OF THE ADMIRAL. Who fought for him, and conquered, Whene'er he touch the shore. To order, with a word; I'd shout e'en to yon shark, there, Who follows in our lee, "Some day I'll make thee carry me -The Admiral grew paler It threw boldness on his forehead, And he stood like some grim warrior That night a horrid whisper And we knew our old fine Admiral Was changing into clay; "THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW."-MOORE. REMNANTS OF LOVE, WHOSE MODEST SENSE THUS INTO NARROW ROOM WITHDRAWS."-WORDSWORTH. |