others, that rose up like birds in the early centuries, and have come flying and singing all the way down to us. Their wing is untired yet, nor is the voice less sweet now than it was a thousand years ago. Though they sometimes disappeared, they never sank; but, as engineers for destruction send bombs' that, rising high up in wide curves, overleap great spaces and drop down in a distant spot, so God, in times of darkness, seems to have caught up these hymns, spanning long periods of time, and letting them fall at distant eras, not for explosion and wounding, but for healing and consolation. 9. There are crusaders' hymns, that rolled forth their truths upon the oriental air, while a thousand horses' hoofs kept time below, and ten thousand palm-leaves whispered and kept time above! Other hymns, fulfilling the promise of God that Iis saints should mount up with wings as eagles, have borne up the sorrows, the desires, and the aspirations of the poor, the oppressed, and the persecuted, of Huguenots, of Covenanters, and of Puritans, and winged them to the bosom of God. 10. In our own time, and in the familiar experiences of daily life, how are hymns mossed over and vine-clad with domestic associations! One hymn hath opened the morning in ten thousand families, and dear children with sweet voices have charmed the evening in a thousand places with the utterance of another. Nor do I know of any steps now left on earth by which one may so soon rise above trouble or weariness as the verses of a hymn and the notes of a tune. And if the angels, that Jacob saw, sang when they appeared, then I know that the ladder which he beheld was but the scale of divine music let down from heaven to earth. H. W. BEECHER." 1. 158. THE PASSIONS. HIEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Milan for a period of eight months, and then caused him to perform a public penance. AMBROSE was a man of eloquence, firmness, and ability. The best edition of his works is that of the Benedictines, Paris, 1686 and 1690.-' Bomb (bům).-- See Biographical Sketch, p. 71. 2. 3. 4. Throng'd around her magic cell,- First, FEAR his hand, its skill to try, Even at the sound himself had made. In lightnings own'd his secret stings: And swept, with hurried hands, the strings. What was thy delighted measure? She call'd on ECHо still through all her song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And HOPE, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair. And longer had she sung-but, with a frown, REVENGE impatient rose. He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down; Б. 6. And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woes; The doubling drum with furious heat: Her soul-subduing voice applied, Ye still he kept his wild unalter'd mien; While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head. Thy numbers, JEALOUSY, to naught were fix'd; Sad proof of thy distressful state! Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd; And now it courted LOVE-now, raving, call'd on HATE. Pale MELANCHOLY sat retired; And, from her wild, sequester'd seat, In notes, by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole; Love of peace, and lonely musing), But, oh! how alter'd was its sprightly tone, When CHEERFULNESS, a nymph of healthiest huo, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The Irunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known! The oak-crown'd sisters, and their chaste-eyed queen, Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown EXERCISE rejoiced to hear; And SPORT leap'd up, and seized his beechen spear, 7. Last came Joy's ecstatic trial:— But soon he saw the brisk awakening viöl, To some unwearied minstrel dancing; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odors from his dewy wings. COLLINS. WILLIAM COLLINS, one of the most interesting and exquisite of English poets, was born at Chichester on Christmas-day, 1720. He was educated at Winchester and Magdalen College, Oxford. Before leaving college he published the "Oriental Eclogues," which, to the disgrace of the university and the literary public, were wholly neglected. In 1744 he came to London as a literary adventurer, and about two years later published his "Odes," and made the acquaintance of Dr. JOHNSON, who held him in the highest esteem. His life in the metropolis was irregular, and, until the death of an uncle, who left him a legacy of £2000, was one of continual hardship. On the receipt of this little fortune, he repaid MILLER, the bookseller, the loss sustained by the publication of his neglected "Odes,” which were afterward destined to become immortal. Unhappily, the seeds of disease and occasional insanity had been too deeply sown in his former poverty to be eradicated, and after a short sojourn in France, he passed through the doors of a lunatic asylum to his early home, where, in care of his sister, he died, in 1756, at the early age of thirty-six. His appearance was manly, his conversation elegant, his views extensive, his disposition cheerful, and his morals pure. He was a man of extensive literature, and of vigorous faculties. The "Oriental Eclogues" are written in a clear, correct style, and they charm by their figurative language and descriptions, the simplicity and beauty of their dialogues and sentiments, and their musical versification. No poet has been more happy in the use of metaphors and personification. COLLINS" "Odes" are unsurpassed by any thing of the same species of composition in the English. language, and that to the "Passions" is a perfect master-piece of poetical description. 'Tempe (têm' på), a valley of European Turkey, in the N. E. of Thessaly, between the mountains of Olympus on the N., and Ossa on the S The beauties of its scenery are much celebrated by ancient writers. 159. ALEXANDER'S FEAST.1 1. WAS at the royal feast, for Persia won, 'TWAS By Philip's warlike son: Aloft, in awful state, The godlike hero sate, On his imperial throne. His valiant peers were placed around The lovely Thaïs by his side Sat, like an eastern blooming bride, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave, deserves the fair. 2. Timotheus, placed on high Amid the tuneful choir, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky, The song began from Jove," When he to fair Olympia press'd, And stampt an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. An ode for St. Cecilia's day, designed to illustrate the power of mu sic.- PHILIP's warlike son, ALEXANDER the Great, see p. 145, note 6.— THA' Is, a celebrated beauty of Athens, an attendant of ALEXANDER, who gained such influence over him, as to cause him, during a great festival at Persepolis, to set fire to the palace of the Persian kings. On the death of the conqueror, she married PTOLEMY, king of Egypt, one of ALEXANDER'S generals. She is sometimes called MENANDRIA.—TIMO THEUS, see p. 227, note 3.- Jove, see p. 337, note 4.- OLYMPIA (o lim'pia), one of the numerous names of JuNo, the sister and wife of JUPITER |