Jan.

ce of Parties.
assailed, will each affect the lireli-
hood and subsistence of millions,
It will no longer be the political
power of the higher orders which
will be tied to the stake to be
worried by the dogs of revolution,
but the fortune and subsistence of
large masses of the people; and the
triumph of the Revolutionists will
be dimmed by the tears of the or-
phan, the cries of the destitute, the
wailings of the dying. When those
disastrous events occur, as occur
they will, it is impossible that a
large portion of the middling and

lower orders should not break off - from the leaders who have ruined

and betrayed them. We lament the
misery which will then be created,

we shall do our utmost to alleviate Tit, so far as we can, but we know y that it is unavoidable. Misery and

has burst forth among the young and try, in 1815, and the same 1
brilliant leaders of the Conservative stoned in the streets of Londo
band, encourage the warmest hopes 1830. Let them call to mind the
of the fate of the empire, when they mocratic fervour of the time of
arrive at such a station as to rule its Gracchi, and the subsequent ref
councils. Difficulties and dangers tion of Tiberius, “ Oh homines
create men; and the ability which servitutem parati! Let them re
in ordinary times might be buried lect the transports of Paris
in obscurity, or perhaps lost in fri- France at the triumph of the ba
volity, is, in these stirring and trying cades, and behold 'France in
times, called to a nobler sphere, and years after bearing with tranquil
trained to the exercise of more ani- the despotic ordinances of Mars
mating duties. It is with feelings of Soult, and preparing, by an ov
no ordinary pride that we notice the whelming majority in the Cham
brilliant exertions which Scotland of Deputies, the total extinction
has made at this eventful crisis. Man. the Liberty of the Press ! Examp
chester has rejected Mr Hope; Rox- of this kind, drawn from that in
burghshire will probably do the same haustible mine of political wisdo
to Lord John Scott. These events the record of past events, are fitt
only prove the total unfitness of the to afford consolation to the ratio
class to whom the Reform Bill has and upright mind, even in the wo
given power, to exercise it to their emergencies. They shew, that of
own or their country's advantage, fleeting things, the opinion of t
and sets off in brighter colours, by people

is the most fleeting ; that ma the force of contrast, the splendid ness and folly bring about a ce talents which they were unable to tain and speedy retribution in t appreciate. The brilliant eloquence, affairs of nations as well as indi sound constitutional principles, and duals; and that no cause is hopele enlarged views of these eminent to those who have the vigour young men, prove how fit they were maintain, and the courage to defend to form the brightest ornaments of The duty of the Conseryative ban the Senate; their rejection, the mi- who, in the midst of the general d serable prospect of salvation which mocratic madness, find a place the Reform Bill affords to the coun. the Legislature, is sufficiently plai try. But let them not be discou- Let them adhere steadily to the raged; the time will come, when principles; recollect that on them, they will speak to as willing as the sacred band of Thebans, the so they have hitherto found adverse hopes of their country now rest audiences among the lower orders, and that, victorious or vanquishe and when the admiration wbich the admiration of posterity and th they have universally awakened a- gratitude of their country will a mong the educated gentlemen who tend them if they never 'swerve fro could understand, will be shared by the path of duty. Let them join i the ignorant multitude, who will no coalitions to throw out the M then have learnt by suffering to ap- nistry; disgrace themselves by n preciate them.

e

It suffering must tame the fierceness er of passion in nations as well as in: r. dividuals; the laws of nature are g not to be broken with impunity; ce and those, who, disregarding the le voice of wisdom, will yield to the d tempter, must in sackcloth and ashes + repent of their sins, not less in the .e political than the moral world.

Are these the speculations, merely e of philosophy, unsupported by esX perience ? 'Look at Bristol

, and say what lesson does it teach to the d British people, as to the wisdom to

be learnt from experience, the fatal > effects of indulging their passions d Where was the passion for Reforsi,

and the desire for revolution, so C strong as in that devoted city;

where is it now so completely ex

0

HYMNS OF LIFE.

BY MRS HEMANS.

THE PRAYER OF THE LONELY STUDENT.

Soul of our souls! and safeguard of the world!
Sustain-Thou only cans't-the sick at heart,
Restore their languid spirits, and recall
Their lost affections unto Thee and Thine.

WORDSWORTA.

Night-holy night!—the time For Mind's free breathings in a purer clime! Night !-when in happier hour the unveiling sky

Woke all my kindled soul, To meet its revelations, clear and high, With the strong joy. of Immortality! Now hath strange sadness wrapp'd me-strange and deepAnd my thoughts faint, and shadows o'er them roll, E'en when I deem'd them seraph-plumed, to sweep

Far beyond Earth's control.

Wherefore is this ?-I see the stars returning,
Fire after fire in Heaven's rich Temple burning,
Fast shine they forth-my spirit-friends, my guides,
Bright rulers of my being's inmost tides ;
They shine-but faintly, through a quivering baze-
Oh! is the dimness mine which clouds those rays ?
They, from whose glance my childhood drank delight!
A joy unquestioning-a love intense-
They, that unfolding to more thoughtful sight,
The harmony of their magnificence,
Drew silently the worship of my youth
To the grave sweetness on the brow of truth;
Shall they shower blessing, with their beams divine,
Down to the watcher on the stormy sea,
And to the pilgrim, toiling for his shrine,
Through some wild pass of rocky Appennine,

And to the wanderer lone,
On wastes of Afric thrown,

And not to me?
Am I a thing forsaken,

And is the gladness taken
From the bright-pinion's Nature, which hath soar'd
Through realms by royal eagle ne'er explored,
And, bathing there in streams of fiery light,
Found strength to gaze upon the Infinite ?

And now an alien !--Wherefore must this be?

How shall I rend the chain ?

How drink rich life again
From those pure stores of radiance, welling free ?
Father of Spirits ! let me turn to Thee !

Oh! if too much exulting in her dower,

My soul, not yet to lowly thought subdued, Hath stood without Thee on her Hill of Power

A fearful and a dazzling solitude!

And therefore from that radiant summit's crown,
To dim Desertion is by Thee cast down;
Behold! thy child submissively hath bow'd,

Shine on him thro’ the cloud!

Let the now darken'd earth and curtain'd Heaven
Back to bis vision with Thy face be given !

Bear him on High once more,

But on Thy strength to soar,
And wrapt and still’d by that o'ershadowing might,
Forth on the empyreal blaze to look with chasten'd sight.
Or if it be, that like the ark's lone dove,
My thoughts go forth, and find no resting-place,
No sheltering home of sympathy and love,
In the responsive bosoms of my race,
And back return, a darkness and a weight,
Till my unanswer'd heart grows desolate;
Yet, yet sustain me, Holiest!--I am vow'd

To solemn service high;
And shall the spirit, for thy tasks endow'd,
Sink on the threshold of the sanctuary,
Fainting beneath the burden of the day,

Because no human tone,

Unto the altar-stone,
Of that pure spousal Fane in violate,
Where it should make eternal Truth its mate,
May cheer the sacred solitary way?

Oh! be the whisper of thy voice within,
Enough to strengthen! Be the hope to win
A more deep-seeing homage for Thy name,
Far, far beyond the burning dream of Fame !
Make me Thine only !-Let me add but one
To those refulgent steps all undefiled,

Which glorious minds have piled
Thro' bright self-offering, earnest, child-like, low,

For mounting to Tby throne!
And let my soul, upborne

On wings of inner morn,
Find, in illumined secrecy, the sense
Of that blest work, its own deep recompense.

The dimness melts away,

That on your glory lay, Oh! ye majestic watchers of the skies!

Through the dissolving veil,

Which made each aspect pale, Your gladdening fires once more I recognise;

And once again a shower

Of Hope, and Joy, and Power,
Streams on my soul from your immortal eyes.
And, if that splendour to my sobered sight
Come tremulous, with more of pensive light;
Something, tho' beautiful, yet deeply fraught,
With more that pierces thro' each fold of thought,

Than I was wont to trace,

On Heaven's unshadowed face;
Be it e'en so!-be mine, tho' set apart
Unto a radiant ministry, yet still
A lowly, fearful, self-distrusting heart;

Bow'd before Thee, O Mightiest! whose blest will • All the pure stars rejoicingly fulfil

II.

THE TRAVELLER'S EVENING SONG.

FATHER, guide me! Day declines,
Hollow winds are in the pines ;
Darkly waves each giant-bough
O'er the sky's last crimson glow;
Husb’d is now the convent's bell,
Which erewhile with breezy swell
From the purple mountains bore
Greeting to the sunset-shore.
Now the sailor's vesper-hymn

Dies away.
Father! in the forest dim

. Be my stay!

In the low and shivering thrill
Of the leaves, that late hung still;
In the dull and muffled tone
Of the sea-wave's distant moan;
In the deep tints of the sky,
There are signs of tempest nigh.
Ominous, with sullen sound,
Falls the closing dusk around.
Father! through the storm and shade

O'er the wild,
Oh! be Thou the lone one's aid

Save thy child!

Many a swift and sounding plume
Homewards, through the boding gloom,
O’er my way bath flitted fast,
Since the farewell sunbeam pass'd
From the chestnut's ruddy bark,
And the pools, now low and dark,
Where the wakening night-winds sigh
Through the long reeds mournfully.
Homeward, homeward, all things haste-

God of might!
Shield the homeless midst the waste, -

Be his light!

In his distant cradle-nest,
Now my babe is laid to rest;
Beautiful his slumber seems
With a glow of heavenly dreams,
Beautiful, o'er that bright sleep,
Hang soft eyes of fondness deep,
Where his mother bends to pray,
For the loved and far away.
Father! guard that household bower,

Hear that prayer !
Back, through thine all-guiding power,

Lead me there !

Darker, wilder, grows the night
Not a star sends quivering light
Through the massy arch of shade
By the stern old forest made.

Thou! to whose unslumbering eyes
All my pathway open lies,
By thy Son, who knew distress
In the lonely wilderness,
Where no roof to that blest head

Shelter gave-
Father! through the time of dread,

Save, oh! save!

DESPAIR.

BY THE HON. AUGUSTA NORTON.

When forced to join the thoughtless throng,
And listen to the midnight song ;
When forced to mingle in the dance,
Return the nod, and passing glance
Of smiling fair-I do but dream
I am the thing that others seem.
What though the lip may smile at will!
« The heart—the heart is lonely still !”

Consumption's cheek ne'er looks more pure
And lovely, than when past all cure;
And yet that bloom, so fresh, so still,
Has lent its little aid to kill,
And speaks to those who watch its hue
Of sickness, death, and suffering too;
Though who, just viewing aught so fair,
Could ever dream that death was there!

And could we see the hearts of those,
Who haunt the crowd to drown their woes,
Conceal'd beneath their smiles, we'd find
Despair-consumption of the mind!
As sure its end-its means more slow-
Its seeming health a feverish glow,
Which throws around a fitful light,
Then dies—and leaves it doubly night.

Then, when you see me smile and laugh
With those who pleasure's goblet quaff;
Think, though you see me drink as deep,
“Despair may smile, but cannot weep-
Nay, smile in mockery, alas!
As bloom can o'er the features pass,
When all is death within-yet feel
A pang that smile can but conceal.”