"EACH IN HIS HIDDEN SPHERE OF JOY OR WOE, OUR HERMIT SPIRITS DWELL AND RANGE APART, JOHN KEBLE)

"Where the waters gently pass."]
Where the landscape in its glory
Teaches truth to wandering men:
Give true hearts but earth and sky,
And some flowers to bloom and die,-
Homely scenes and simple views
Lowly thoughts may best infuse.

See the soft green willow springing
Where the waters gently pass,
Every way her free arms flinging
O'er the moist and reedy grass.
Long ere winter blasts are fled,
See her tipped with vernal red,
And her kindly flower displayed
Ere her leaf can cast a shade.

KNOWS HALF THE REASONS WHY WE SMILE AND SIGH."-KEBLE.

"NOT EEN THE TENDEREST HEART, AND NEXT OUR OWN,-(KEBLE)

"OUR EYES SEE ALL AROUND IN GLOOM OR GLOW, HUES OF THEIR OWN FRESH-BORROWED FROM THE HEART."—KEBLE.

"IF ONE HEART IN PERFECT SYMPATHY BEAT WITH ANOTHER, ANSWERING LOVE FOR LOVE,-(JOHN KEBLE)

[From "The Christian Year" (First Sunday after Epiphany), edit. 108th, J. Parker and Co, 1867.]

BELIEVES, BECAUSE IT LOVES, ARIGHT."-KEBLE.

WEAK MORTALS, ALL ENTRANCED, ON EARTH WOULD LIE, NOR LISTEN FOR THOSE PURER STRAINS ABOVE."-KEBLE.

"WHO WILL SAY THE WORLD IS DYING? WHO WILL SAY OUR PRIME IS PAST?-CHARLES KINGSLEY)

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"THE WRATH OF THE SEA IS AGAINST US."-KINGSLEY.

REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY.

Rev. Charles Kingsley.

[CANON KINGSLEY is, emphatically, a many-sided writer. He has gained a well-deserved and permanent reputation as an historian, a reviewer and essayist, a preacher, a writer of fiction, a naturalist, and a poet. The mere list of his works is abundant testimony to the variety of his gifts, and all, in every page, exhibit his high and generous aspirations, his sympathy with his fellows, his active manly charity, his contempt of the false and unreal, his keen feeling for nature, his dramatic vigour, and power of picturesque and animated expression. There is a healthy tone in all his books, and their perusal acts like a tonic and restorative upon enfeebled minds. In his hatred of namby-pambyism and dilletantism he sometimes rushes to the opposite extreme; but, on the whole, we recognize in him a man of true genius, of genuine earnestness, and wide and healthy sympathies. As a poet, though his range is not very wide, the melodies of his lyre breathe a true music, and often win their way to our heart of hearts by their unaffected pathos.

Charles Kingsley was born at Holmes Vicarage, near Dartmoor, in 1819; was educated for the legal profession at King's College, London, and Magdalene College, Cambridge; entered the Church, and received, first the curacy, and afterwards the rectory of Eversley; is Chaplain in Ordinary to the Queen; and a Canon of St. Paul's. He at one time held the Professorship of Modern History in Cambridge University.

His principal works are:-"The Saint's Tragedy," a poem (1848); "Alton Locke," a tale of modern life (1850); "Yeast, a Problem," (1851); "Phaethon or Loose Thoughts for Loose Thinkers” (1852); “Hypatia, or New Friends with an Old Face," a philosophical and historical romance (1853); "Alexandria and her Schools" (1854); "Westward Ho !" (1855); "Glaucus, or the Wonders of the Shore" (1855): "Two Years Ago," a novel (1857); "Andromeda, and Other Poems" (1858); "Miscellanies" (1859); "The Roman and the Teuton," a series of historical lectures (1864); "Hereward, the Last of the English" (1866); "The Water of Life," and other sermons (1867): “The Ancient Régime," historical lectures (1868); "At Last" (1871); and various volumes of discourses.]

THE PROCESSION OF THE SEA-NYMPHS.

INWARD they came in their joy, and around them the lamps of the sea-nymphs,

Myriad fiery globes, swam panting and heaving; and rainbows

"THE THUNDERING WALLS OF THE SURGES. 39 -KINGSLEY.

SPARKS FROM HEAVEN, WITHIN US LYING, FLASH, AND WILL FLASH, TILL THE LAST."-KINGsley.

"SO MANY A WIFE, FOR CRUEL MAN'S CARESSES, MUST INLY PINE AND PINE, (KINGSLEY)

OH, GREEN IS THE COLOUR OF FAITH AND TRUTH,- KINGSLEY)

THE PROCESSION OF THE SEA-NYMPHS.

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Crimson and azure and emerald, were broken in star-showers;

lighting

Far through the wine-dark depths of the crystal, the gardens

of Nereus,

Coral and sea-fan and tangle, the blooms and the palms of the

ocean.

Onward they came in their joy, more white than the foam

which they scattered,

Laughing and singing and tossing and twining, while eager,
the Tritons

Blinded with kisses their eyes, unreproved, and above them in
worship

Hovered the terns, and the sea-gulls swept past them on silvery
pinions,

Echoing softly their laughter; around them the wantoning
dolphins

Sighed as they plunged, full of love; and the great sea-horses
which bore them

Curved up their crests in their pride to the delicate arms of the
maidens,

Pawing the spray into gems, till a fiery rain-fall, unharming,
Sparkled and gleamed on the limbs of the nymphs, and the
coils of the mermen.

Onward they went in their joy, bathed round with the fiery
coolness,

Needing nor sun nor moon, self-lighted, immortal: but
others,

Pitiful, floated in silence apart; in their bosoms the sea-boys,
Slain by the wrath of the seas, swept down by the anger of
Nereus;

Hapless, whom never again on strand or on quay shall their

mothers

Welcome with garlands and vows to the temple, but wearily
pining,

AND ROSE THE COLOUR OF LOVE AND YOUTH."-C. KINGSLEY.

YET OUTWARD BEAR A GALLANT FRONT TO THIS WORLD'S GAUDY GLARE."-C. KINGSLEY.

A WOMAN'S SOUL, MOST SOFT, YET STRONG."-KINGSLEY.

REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY.

Gaze over island and bay for the sails of the sunken; they
heedless

Sleep in soft bosoms for ever, and dream of the surge and the
sea-maids.

[From "Andromeda."]

"I CANNOT TELL WHAT YOU SAY, GREEN LEAVES, I CANNOT TELL WHAT YOU SAY,-(KINGSLEY)

SAPPHO

HE lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the moon; beneath, the sea.
Upon the white horizon Athos' peak
Weltered in burning haze; all airs were dead;
The cicale slept among the tamarisk's hair;
The birds sat dumb and drooping. Far below
The lazy sea-weed glistened in the sun;
The lazy sea-fowl dried their steaming wings;
The lazy swell crept whispering up the ledge,
And sank again. Great Pan was laid to rest;
And Mother Earth watched by him as he slept,
And hushed her myriad children for awhile.
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff,
And sighed for sleep, for sleep that would not
hear,

But left her tossing still; for night and day
A mighty hunger yearned within her heart,
Till all her veins ran fever; and her cheek,
Her long, thin hands, and ivory-channelled feet,
Were wasted with the wasting of her soul.
Then peevishly she flung her on her face,
And hid her eyeballs from the blinding glare,
And fingered at the grass, and tried to cool

* The (Italian) grasshopper.

66 Helpful caRE, A MOTHER'S PERFECT SWAY."-KINGSLEY.

BUT I KNOW THAT THERE IS A SPIRIT IN YOU, AND A WORD IN YOU TO-DAY."-C. KINGSLEY.