blessing, the happy means of bestowing a calmness round the bed of death, and of attending the ransomed soul to the confines of eternity, where expectant angel-bands, with golden harps wreathed round with ever-blooming flowers, are making melody, and singing the "Lamb's Song." The passion of De Luc, the Natural Philosopher, for music, was so predominant in his latter days, that a piano was placed by his bedside, on which his daughter played great part of the day. The evening of his death, seeing her father ready to sink into a slumber, she asked him, "Shall I play any more?" "Keep playing," said he, "keep playing." He slept, but awoke no more. What a beautiful subject is this both for poet and painter ! It was in former ages a general opinion, and even now it is accredited by many, that soft, wave-like sounds of music are heard in the air at the departure of the soul from clay. Savouring of superstition as it does, yet is it one of those dear fancies, generated by the heart, having a close connection with holier things; it may be the result of an enthusiasm, urged on by a glowing imagination; nevertheless it is a spell, that has cheered many a weeping mourner by the couch of death. Something of this sentiment, perhaps, suggested itself to the mind of Pope, when penning the "Dying Christian to his Soul" and again, "Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit come away: 66 my ears With sounds seraphic ring." But although music has such strong and potent charms-such powers over man,—yet there are hearts in the world, so callous and cold, as to close every inlet against its enrapturing melody; there are breasts so unfeeling, that they resemble a rock; bosoms as void of sympathy as the howling storm. Ask the poor Savoyard, who toils through the crowded thoroughfares or vacant courts of London, if this is not true. Your own experience will convince you it is. Many are the well-fed Pharisees, who would subscribe pounds for their cathedral music; which, much to the disgrace of England's hierarchy, is almost always carelessly and irreverently performed; yet would never bestow a thought, much more a coin, upon the ill-clad, though not defective minstrel, whose soul is poured out in accents of joy, as his eye rests on the splendid abode of Wealth; and he feasts his heart with "the hope of a rich reward." At the last great day, such shall condemn them; for we are certified by one, who errs not, that unless we possess charity, all else shall fail us; and consequently deep and dark will be the impress of guilt upon many a brow, made clear by the perfect light. GEORGE R. TWINN. December 8th, 1843. STANZAS FOR MUSIC. BY JOHN HOWDEN, B. A., TRANSLATOR OF "DANAE." I THINK of thee when morning's light breaks on the eastern sky,— I think of thee at eventide, when day the world's forsaking; I think of thee when pain and grief upon my heart are weighing; Adam Donald, 376 Alfred the Great, Memoir of, 209 INDEX. Birchington Church, Isle of Thanet, 448 Cave of Elephanta, 413 Cartoons, Sketches from the, 169 Christmas, and the New Year, 408 China, Religion of, (with a Portrait of Choultry of Trimal Naig at Madura, 193 Coffee Houses (London) and their Cus- Danaë, a Poem, by John Howden, 60 Doctors' Commons, a Sketch, by J.B.,516 Education, 9 Educating, the Self, 116 Elstow, Bedfordshire, 400 Emblems of Rome, 132 Erskine, Lord, Anecdote of, 43 Excerpta from Bishop Berkeley's Querist, 288 Expectation, or Woman's Love, 463 Exhibitions, Sketches from the, 81, 104, Extracts from the Letters of a Daughter, Fallacies of History, an Essay, by J. H., 385 Fire-side Chat, 419 Flax, New Zealand, 17, 101 Fragments from Greek Anthology, 277 Gracchi, the, and their Era, 227-527 Hagar and Ishmael, 337 Honest Dealing, what is, 367 Imprisonment of Literary Men, 335 Jacob blessing Ephraim and Manasseh, Joe Hawkins, a Tale, 476 Joint Stock Speculations, Immorality of, Kirke White's "Solitude," analysed, Late Hours, 437, 484 Leisure Moments, an Allegory, 130 Macdonald, the Fate of, 404 Moorman's Tale, by Rev. J. Young, 307 Music, a Gossip on, 569 My Pictures, 426 |