that of calmness and composure, mingled as it were with holy surprise." A pretty fancy we may call this; but who can doubt that it symbolized the simple truth? All who had ever known him loved him; but the love of the best of us grows cold before the might of Thine, O most merciful Father of us all. Thy judgments are like the great deep; but Thy righteousness standeth like the strong mountains. O poets! from a maniac's tongue, was poured the deathless singing! O Christians! at your cross of hope, a hopeless hand was clinging! O men! this man, in brotherhood, your weary paths beguiling, And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, And how, when one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation, Named softly, as the household name of one whom God hath taken. He was buried on Saturday, May 2, in Dereham Church, in St. Edmund's Chapel Mrs. Unwin is buried in the north aisle. Lady Hesketh had a monument erected to him, for which Hayley wrote the following inscription :— : IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ. Born in Hertfordshire 1731. Buried in this Church 1800. Ye, who with warmth the public triumph feel Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust! Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name : EARLY POEMS. (PUBLISHED POSTHUMOUSLY.) VERSES, WRITTEN AT BATH IN HIS 17TH YEAR, ON FINDING THE HEEL OF A SHOE FORTUNE! I thank thee: gentle Goddess, thanks! Of early breakfast, to dispel the fumes And bowel-raking pains of emptiness, Nor noontide feast, nor evening's cool repast, Hopes she from this, presumptuous, though perhaps Vain-glorious fool, unknowing what he found, Spurned the rich gem thou gavest him. Wherefore, ah! Conferredst thou, Goddess? Thou art blind, thou say'st: B |