TRUE KNOWLEDGE. What is true knowledge?-Is it with keen eye To marshal nature's tribes in just array; THE LORD'S DAY. Hail to the day which He who made the heaven, Arose! That day His church hath still confest, The Lord's own day! to man's Creator owed, THE CHURCH BELLS. What varying sounds from yon gray pinnacles Natal or nuptial, in full concert swells; The deep dull toll with lingering warning tells. Such as befit our being, free from gloom Monastic-prayer that communes with the skies, And musings mindful of the final doom. PRAYER. Ere the morning's busy ray Your wearied eyes in sweet repose To lift your heart and voice in prayer He, to whom the prayer is due, From heaven, His throne, shall smile on you; Your daily labor to befriend, And their nightly vigils keep To guard you in the hour of sleep. When through the peaceful parish swells The music of the Sabbath-bells, Duly tread the sacred road Which leads you to the house of God; The blessing of the Lamb is there, And God is in the midst of her." And, oh! where'er your days be pass'd, Abroad, at home, in weal, in wo, He only to the heart can give Peace and true pleasure while you live; He can, he will, from out the dust HORACE SMITH, 1780-1849. HORACE SMITH, the brother of James, and co-author with him of the famous "Rejected Addresses," was born in London, in the year 1780. Besides his share See under biography of James, page 373. Of the "Rejected Addresses," Horace wrote No. 1. "Loyal Effusion," by W. T. F., (William Thomas Fitzgerald;) No. 3, "An Address without a Phoenix," by S. T. P., (anonymous;) No. 4, "Cui Bono," by Lord B.. (Byron: Na 6, "The Living Lustres," by T. M., (Moore;) No. 8, "Drury's Dirge," by Laura Matildə, of the "Addresses," he has distinguished himself by his novels and historical romances, and was a frequent contributor to the periodicals and annuals, and in light literature was one of the most entertaining writers of his day. He died at Tunbridge Wells, whither he had gone for his health, on the 12th of July, 1849. A TALE OF DRURY LANE. * * BY W. S. (SCOTT.) * As Chaos which, by heavenly doom, For shouts were heard mid fire and smoke, And lo! where Catherine Street extends, To every window-pane : Blushes each spout in Martlet Court, And Barbican, moth-eaten fort, A bright ensanguined drain; Meux's new brewhouse shows the light, Nor these alone, but far and wide To those who on the hills around It seem'd that nations did conspire, Some vast stupendous sacrifice! (anonymous;) No. 9, "A Tale of Drury Lane," by W. S., (Scott;) No. 10, "Johnson's Ghost;" No. 11, "The Beautiful Incendiary," by Hon. W. S., (William Spencer;) No. 12, “Fire and Ale," by M. G. L., (Matthew Gregory Lewis, otherwise called Monk Lewis;) No. 15, "Architectural Atoms," by Dr. B., (Buɛby ;) and No. 21, "Punch's Apotheosis," by T. H., (Theodore Hook.) The firemen, terrified, are slow An awful pause succeeds the stroke, Conceal'd them from the astonish'd crowd. At length the mist awhile was clear'd, 'Twas Joseph Muggins, name revered, 'Mid blazing beams and scalding streams, Through fire and smoke he dauntless broke, Where Muggins broke before. But sulphury stench and boiling drench Still o'er his head, while Fate he braved, A fireman, and afraid of bumps! What are they fear'd on? fools-'od rot 'em!" ** Of the prose addresses, the following portion of that spoken by "Johnson's Ghost" is an admirable imitation of the style of the author of the "Rambler." [Ghost of DR. JOHNSON rises from trap-door P. S., and Ghost of BOSWELL from trap-door O. P. The latter bows respectfully to the House, and obsequiously to the Doctor's Ghost, and retires.] Doctor's Ghost loquitur. That which was organized by the moral ability of one has been executed by the physical efforts of many, and Drury Lane Theatre is now complete. Of that part behind the curtain, which has not yet been destined to glow beneath the brush of the varnisher, or vibrate to the hammer of the carpenter, little is thought by the public, and little need be said by the committee. Truth, however, is not to be sacrificed for the accommodation of either; and he who should pronounce that our edifice has received its final embellishment, would be disseminating falsehood without incurring favor, and risking the disgrace of detection without participating the advantage of success. Professions lavishly effused and parsimoniously verified are alike inconsistent with the precepts of innate rectitude and the practice of external policy: let it not then be conjectured, that because, we are unassuming, we are imbecile; that forbearance is any indication of despondency, or humility of demerit. He that is the most assured of success will make the fewest appeals to favor, and where nothing is claimed that is undue, nothing that is due will be with A swelling opening is too often succeeded by an insignificant conclusion. Parturient mountains have ere now produced muscipular abortions; and the auditor who compares incipient grandeur with final vulgarity is reminded of the pious hawkers of Constantinople, who solemnly perambulate her streets, exclaiming, "In the name of the Prophet-figs!" "A Tale of Drury Lane," by Walter Scott, is, upon the whole, admirably executed, though the introduction is rather tame. The burning is described with the mighty minstrel's characteristic love of localities.-Edinburgh Review. "I certainly must have written this myself," said Sir Walter, pleasantly, to one of the authors, pointing to the description of the Fire," although I forget upon what occasion." |