...Fancy consecrates the scene Where Rapture utters vowi, and weeps between ! • 'Tis your's unoiovM to sever and to meet, No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet." Pleaiurei of 'Hope. What a wonderful coincidence of thought do we fyid in some of the desponding expressions...

...fancy consecrates the scene " Where rapture utter'd vows, and wept between !" * . - . » - * * * " No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy, " And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy !" An evening walk is thus poetically conceived: " The moon is up — the watch-tow' r dimly burns->...

...no fancy consecrates the scene Where rapture utter'd vOWS, and wept between ; 'Tis yours, untnov'd, to sever and to meet; No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet ! Who thaft would ask a heart to dulness wed, The wavelcss calm, the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild...

...you no fancy consecrates the scene, Where rapture uttered vows, and wept between Tis yours unmoved to sever and to meet, No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet." But in the midst of these ebbs and flows of grief and sorrow, joy and peace, which the company of Levingstone...

...lines escaped through my pen, I was struck with the coincidence between them and some of Campbell's. Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed The waveless...needs alloy And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy. When intimate friends are divided apart, At first, they both glow with affection at heart, Which prompts...

...-fancy consecrates the scene JJHiere rapture utter'd vows , and wept tetween ; 'Tis yours , unmoved , to sever and to meet; No pledge is sacred , and no home is stveot! JVho that would ask a heart to dttlness wed, The waveless caltn, the sluniber of the dead?...

...scene Where rapture utter'd vows, and wept hetween i 'Tis yours, unmov'd, to sever and to meet i 15 Mo pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet ! Who that would ask a heart to duluess wed, The waveless calm, the slumher of the dead ' No i the wild hliss of Nature needs alloy,...

...pride securely maiPd ; But, triumph not, ye peace-enamow'd few; Fire, nature, genius, never dwelt in you! For you no fancy consecrates the scene Where...meet; No pledge is sacred, and no home is sweet!" And here again we have an illustration of that feeling alluded to in the preceding chapter, which teaches...

...there is nothing which the active spirit of man more abhors than it state of torpor and insipidity. i " Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed, The waveless...needs alloy, And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy." . Nor does it argue the existence of any inhumane or depraved feeling, that we are capable of drawing...

...Fancy consecrates the scene Where rapture uttered vows, and wept between ; ' I'ih- yours, unmoved, to sever and to meet; No pledge is sacred, and no...dulness wed, The waveless calm, the slumber of the dead t No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy, And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say, without...