molested herbal heathenism. But we are deserting our Idol of the evening, without one praiseful or valedictory farewell. Be thine, O honored WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE! a lofty throne where all are kings!— anon of thee, Monarch of the Muses' Sons! And bless thee, darling Child, Mary avourneen! Look now, the sky is one wide smile, but chastened, for the glittering orbs are in adoration, could we but hear them. Or rather, is it not the Boundary of the Blest we see above us? and what we count as shining stars, are they not angels' eyes-bright, but full of pity as they gaze on a scene which the presence of their God does not gladden? Ay, therein lies the secret of the pensiveness of Night! Surely at this moment is God beautifying and hallowing the world with his blessing; and living things are breathing— scarcely breathing is the silent Earth-as conscious of the effluence of Heaven. A fond farewell, sweet Mary!- "Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered!" COLLOQUY IV. TWENTY MINUTES TALK ABOUT MILTON. "I am become A NAME: I am a part of all that I have met: Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades It would be a mode of procedure quite un-English, to enter upon several consecutive colloquies without commenting on the state of the weather. Moreover when, without violating Truth to gratify Patriotism, a compliment can be paid to the climate of his country, it is a Briton's duty to do so; for foreign calumnies upon our native skies are permitted to provoke undue contumely also from a people incontinently prone to grumble among themselves at much that invigorates their individual constitution and national. Touching that basely-traduced atmospherical production, called English weather, we owe an im mense amount of thanksgiving to that more dauntless class of Nature's minstrels, who, leaving gentler poets to sound their pæans to the praise of stars and zephyrs, proclaim the sterner merits of hail, snow, wind, storm, and vapour. And, chiefly because eccentric and halfanomalous, among this "dauntless" band, let us elect the mild Cowper, for himself and clan, as the recipient of our gratulations. It is pleasure, slightly tinged with pity, to accompany the valiant valetudinarianbold in seclusion, timid in the shock of men-while he scourges the "pleasant vices" of the herd, which he," a stricken deer," had quitted;—right comfortable is it to see him putting upon his country a commanding aspect which he could not put upon himself; and to hear him thus venting the healthy vigor of his English heart, before one of the gloomiest of national pictures 66 Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deformed Now in the creed of one at least (and of the least) of his compatriots, of few pleasanter sensations is this cold hut of human clay susceptible, than when the |