JOHN ELIOT, OF ROXBURY. Obit. 1690.

"Such priest as Chaucer sang in fervent lays,

Such as the heaven taught skill of Herbert drew."

THERE are, who leaving house and lands and home,
Take up the exile's lot, and far hence go
Unto the Gentiles, winning them from wo;
And sweetly teaching such as wildly roam,
Stedfast to be in Christ. Their temple dome

None other than what woods and skies bestow.
Foremost of these, Apostle! thee we know ;
And when at judgment to award do come

The self-denying servants of the King, Thou, faithful with the faithful, wilt be seen.

And for thy jewels wilt, triumphant, bring To which the starry gems of heaven are mean— The INDIAN, by the Spirit rendered free, Through Truth translated, taught, and lived by thee.

NAMES OF CHRIST.

JESUS OF BETHLEHEM, some delight to name
My gracious Master, and the word doth claim
Sweet thoughts of innocence and gentle youth,
And helplessness of Him, the Life and Truth.
JESUS OF NAZARETH, the Galilean,

Despised of men, thus titled of men's spleen,

Yet style delighted in by humble hearts; -
Which of these pleaseth most? The early parts
Of his great tragedy have interest,

Yet that which endeth, noblest is, and best.
Bethlehem and Nazareth cannot else but fail
Tokening the blood that doth with God prevail;
And therefore, other choosing, fondly, I
Know him and love, JESUS OF CALVARY.

WHITEFIELD.

On seeing his remains in their resting place, at Newburyport, Massachusetts, Sept. 11, 1837.

AND this was WHITEFIELD!-this, the dust now blending

With kindred dust, that wrapt his soul of fire, Which, from the mantle freed, is still ascending Through regions of far glory, holier, higher.

Oh, as I gaze here with a solemn joy

And awful reverence, in which shares Decay, Who, this fair frame reluctant to destroy, Yields it not yet to doom which all obey,— How follows thought his flight, at Love's command, From hemispheres in sin, to hemispheres, Warning uncounted multitudes with tears, Preaching the risen Christ on sea and land,

And now those angel journeyings above!

Souls, his companions, saved by such unwearied love!

HARRIET NEWELL.

STRANGER! that in this Isle-of-France doth tarry,
Seek out our HARRIET's solitary grave,
Marked by the evergreen; so mayest thou carry
Hence, wholesome thought, returning o'er the wave.
For this is she, whose death hath given sweet life
To thousands. Yea, whose pangs of mortal strife
Have yielded to the pagan precious bliss.
This island is her monument; - it doth belong
To Christendom. Lo, every one in this
Loved soil hath portion, that in Christ hath part.
Though dear to early romance, by the song

Of simple Indian loves, told to the heart

In charming story

not thy power, St. Pierre,* Endeared it, as her patient griefs and death endear.

THE BANDS OF PRAYER.

MEN meet as strangers, and as strangers part,
In pleasure, or in mysteries of the mart
Engaged. In politics they mix, and deem
In all, their comrades cold, and separate,
Each in the other owning no esteem.

* Bernardine St. Pierre, the scene of whose "Paul and Virginia" is laid in the Isle-of-France.

The world, indeed, is but a barren state!
The plants of kindliness, exotic there,

Grow languidly and perish. Yet we see
Revealed from heaven, though not in heaven known,—
For
songs, and not requests are rife before the throne,—
A tie that binds Christ's brotherhood. They share,
Herein initiated - though they be

Strangers, yet thus well known- the willing knee, And heart they bind to heart, in fellowship of Prayer.

THOMAS SHEPARD.

"That gratious, sweete, and soule-ravishing minister, in whose soule the Lord shed abroad his love so abundantly, that thousands have cause to blesse God for him, even at this very day, who are the seale of his ministrey, and hee a man of a thousand, indued with abundance of true saving knowledge for himselfe and others; founder of the Congregational Church of Christ in Cambridge, died August 25, 1649, and was honourably buried there, at Cambridge in New England."

SHEPARD -a worthy of the olden time,

Skilled in the heavenly craft, and well inclined To serve his Lord with substance, body, mindPassed from Old England to this virgin clime, Where he might freely breathe the breath of life. Yea, left behind the regions vexed with strife, To plant in peace the nursery that should rear Younglings for heaven. - Shepard sojourned here.

And this fair spot he fertilized with tears;
And these green landscapes witnessed his retreat

For wrestling prayer. Albeit, two hundred years On things that die have deeply writ their name — While on Mount Zion beauteous are his feetPosterity revives and cherishes his fame.

THE FORGOTTEN.

"Of the delusions incident to ill health, old age, or mental aberration, many are wild and grotesque. Of the former kind is an instance which we find recorded, that led to the self-destruction of a female in Silesia. She had reached the age of one hundred years. All her family having successively been conveyed to the tomb, she labored under the idea that God had forgotten to call her out of the world!"

To be, and not to be! to live, and ne'er to die!
How terrible an endless life below!

To be by Heaven forgotten, while roll by
Century after century; and when
The weary sojourner would gladly yield
To long infirmity and fly the field,

And humbly ask, blest boon, to perish - then
To hear upon his hope, stern answer, No!
Friend after friend to see departing, deep

Yawn the coy grave beneath, but not for him. Over dead friends and lovely ones to weep — The beautiful, the young, the lithe of limb— Yet he to linger still; yea, watch yon sun Wax old and die, yet live-the sad forgotten one!