ON A SURVEY OF THE HEAVENS, BEFORE DAY-BRAK. — H. K. White. [An example of "Expression " and " Variation" in the successive forms of awe, adoration, reverence, self-humiliation, submission, and resignation. Ye many twinkling stars who yet do hold Of night's dominion! — Planets, and central orbs - And sagely comprehend, thence higher soaring,- Of boundless space, above the rolling sphere The angelic hosts, in their inferior heaven, From orb to orb, to the remotest verge Oh! 't is this heavenly harmony which now Oh! what is man, when at ambition's height, And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart The pageant insects of a glittering hour. Oh! when reflecting on these truths sublime, The gauds and honors of the world appear! How vain ambition!- Why has my wakeful lamp Say, Say, can it soothe the slumbers of the grave? pangs Of everlasting punishment condign? That I may die in peace, and claim a place - In thy high dwelling. All but this is folly,- [This piece is intended to exemplify the "Expression" and "Variation" which characterize reflective sentiment.] Let me move slowly through the street, Filled with its ever-shifting train, Amid the sound of steps that beat The murmuring walk, like autumn rain. How fast the flitting figures come! The mild, the fierce, the stony face; They pass-to toil, to strife, to rest, And some to happy homes repair, Where children, pressing cheek to cheek, With mute caresses shall declare The tenderness they cannot speak. And some, who walk in calmness here, Youth, with pale cheek and slender frame, Keen son of trade, with eager brow! Some, famine-struck, shall think how long Each, where his task or pleasures call, These struggling tides of life that seem That rolls to its predestined End. ROBERT HALL.— Anon. [Passages such as the following exemplify the varied "Expression resulting from the successive effects of narration, description, and didactic sentiment.] The services preliminary to the sermon, had been nearly gone through, and the last verse of a hymn was being sung, when Mr. Hall ascended slowly, and, I thought, wearily, the pulpit stairs. No one, looking at his somewhat unwieldy and rather ungraceful figure, would have been prepossessed in his favor; and, as he sat down in the pulpit, and looked languidly round on the congregation, I experienced, I know not why, a feeling of disappointment. He rose, and read his text: " The Father of Lights." At first, his voice was scarcely audible, and there appeared some slight hesitation; but this soon wore off; and as he warmed with his subject, he poured forth such a continuous stream of eloquence, that it seemed as if it flowed from some inexhaustible source. His tones were, although low, beautifully modulated; but, owing to some affection in his throat, his speech was, at short intervals, interrupted by a short spasmodic cough. During the delivery of his brilliant paragraphs, the most breathless silence reigned throughout the vast assemblage; but his momentary cessation was the signal for general relaxation from an attention so intense that it became almost painful. It was curious to observe how every neck was stretched out, so that not a word which fell from those eloquent lips should be lost; and the suspended breathings of those around me, evinced how intently all were hanging on his charmed words. Mr. Hall's fluency was wonderful, and his command of language unsurpassed. I will not mar the beauty of his discourse, by attempting to describe it; but, as I followed him, whilst, by his vivid imagination, he conveyed his hearers through the starry skies, and reasoned, from those lights of the universe, what the Father of Lights must be, I became lost in wonder and admiration. But the crowning glory of his sermon was his allusion to the heavenly world, whose beatific glories he expatiated on, with almost the eloquence of an angel. He seemed like one inspired; and, as he guided us by living streams, and led us over the celestial fields, he seemed carried away by his subject, and his face beamed as if it reflected Heaven's own light. And this was the man who, but an hour before, had lain down on the ground, in the excess of his agony; and who, from his earliest years, had constantly endured the most excruciating torture which man can be called upon to bear! I have myself heard him say that he had never known one waking hour free from extreme pain. Mr. Hall used very little action in the pulpit. His favorite -or, rather his usual — attitude, was, to stand, and lean his chest against the cushion; his left arm lying on the Bible, and his right hand slightly raised, with the palm towards the audience. His tones were almost uniformly low; and he rarely raised them. Ideas seemed so to accumulate, whilst he was preaching, that they flowed forth without effort on his part. Never did he hesitate; and, so pure were his oral compositions, that |