THOMAS RAFFLES, D.D., LL.D.

R THOMAS RAFFLES, minister of the Congregational chapel, Great George Street, Liverpool, was born at London on the 17th May 1788. He was ordained to the ministry at Hammersmith in 1809, and three years after was translated to his present charge. Dr Raffles is author of a volume of travels, and of some other prose works of a religious character. In connection with two friends, he has published a volume of poems.

THE ONLY GROUND OF THE BELIEVER'S HOPE.

THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord!

In Thee I put my trust;
Encouraged by Thy holy Word,

A feeble child of dust.
I have no argument beside,

I urge no other plea;

And 'tis enough my Saviour died

My Saviour died for me!

When storms of fierce temptation beat,

And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the veil.

From strife of tongues, and bitter words,

My spirit flies to Thee;

Joy to my heart the thought affords

My Saviour died for me!

GEORGE CROLY, LL.D.

NE of the most powerful and versatile of living writers, Dr Croly was born in Dublin about the year 1785, and was educated at Trinity College in that city. He was one of the earliest contributors to Blackwood's Magazine, and, for a period of forty years, has enriched British serial literature by his writings. He has published several volumes of excellent poetry. Dr Croly is rector of St Stephen's-with-Benets, Walbrook.

TO THE MEMORY OF A LADY.

HIGH peace to the soul of the dead,

From the dream of the world she has gone!

On the stars in her glory to tread,

To be bright in the blaze of the throne.

In youth she was lovely; and Time,

When her rose with the cypress he twined,
Left the heart all the warmth of its prime,
Left her eye all the light of her mind.

The summons came forth, and she died!
Yet her parting was gentle, for those
Whom she loved mingled tears at her side-
Her death was the mourner's repose.

Our weakness may weep o'er her bier,
But her spirit has gone on the wing

To triumph for agony here,

To rejoice in the joy of its King.

THOMAS RAFFLES, D.D., LL.D.

R THOMAS RAFFLES, minister of the Congregational chapel, Great George Street, Liverpool, was born at London on the 17th May 1788. He was ordained to the ministry at Hammersmith in 1809, and three years after was translated to his present charge. Dr Raffles is author of a volume of travels, and of some other prose works of a religious character. In connection with two friends, he has published a volume of poems.

THE ONLY GROUND OF THE BELIEVER'S HOPE.

THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord!

In Thee I put my trust;
Encouraged by Thy holy Word,

A feeble child of dust.
I have no argument beside,

I urge no other plea;

And 'tis enough my Saviour died

My Saviour died for me!

When storms of fierce temptation beat,

And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the veil.

From strife of tongues, and bitter words,

My spirit flies to Thee;

Joy to my heart the thought affords

My Saviour died for me!

'Mid trials, heavy to be horne,
When mortal strength is vain;
A heart with grief and anguish torn,
A body racked with pain.

Ah! what could give the sufferer rest,

Bid every murmur flee?

But this, the witness in my breast-
My Saviour died for me!

And when Thine awful voice commands
This body to decay;

And life, in its last lingering sounds,
Is ebbing fast away.

Then, though it be in accents weak,
And faint, and tremblingly;

O give me strength in death to speak,
My Saviour died for me!

THE POWER OF GOD.

SHALL mortal man, a child of earth,
Who yesterday received his birth
From God's all-bounteous hand;
Shall he, while sojourning below,
Presume th' Almighty's plans to know,
His ways to understand?

He rides upon the stormy deep;
His watchful eyes, that never sleep,
Wide o'er creation roll;

And from His high empyreal throne
Views with one glance the torrid zone,
And ice-surrounded pole.