REGINALD HEBER INALD HEBER, born in England, 1783; died Hia, 1826. In 1823 he was consecrated bishop lcutta. His hymns and poems are his title to remembrance. CHRISTMAS HYMN GHTEST and best of the sons of the mornng! non our darkness, and lend us Thine aid! the East, the horizon adorning, e where our infant Redeemer is laid! His cradle the dew-drops are shining, ies His head with the beasts of the stall; adore Him in slumber reclining, and Monarch and Saviour of all! Il we yield Him, in costly devotion, e offer each ampler oblation; and best of the sons of the morning! here our infant Redeemer is laid! SEE them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play; eir lofty deeds and daring high end with the notes of victory. nd waving arms, and banners bright, ey're lost,—and gone-the moon is past, e march is rising o'er the hill. gain, again, the pealing drum, e clashing horn, they come; they come! SYMPATHY NIGHT and a lady once met in a grove, While each was in quest of a fugitive love; ran mournfully murmuring by, ey wept in its waters for sympathy. ver was knight such a sorrow that bore!" ver was maid so deserted before!" life and its woes let us instantly fly, imp in together for company!" earch'd for an eddy that suited the deed, re was a bramble, and there was a weed; hey sat down to rest them in company. gazed at each other, the maid and the knight; fair was her form, and how goodly his height ! è mournful embrace,” sobbed the youth, die!" ssing and crying kept company. 66 ere we had I but lov'd such an angel as you!" had but my swain been a quarter as true!" niss such perfection how blinded was I!" now they were excellent company." gth spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear, weather is cold for a watery bier; summer returns we may easily die, en let us sorrow in company." ELP, LORD, OR WE PERISH" [EN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, e lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, o our Maker: "Help, Lord, or we perish." ! once tossed on the breast of the billow, by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, ted in glory, the mariner cherish es in his danger, "Help, Lord, or we perish." when the whirlwind of passion is raging, I in our heart his wild warfare is waging, Thy strength, Thy redeemed to cherish; HEINRICH HEINE INRICH HEINE, born in Dusseldorf, Germany I died in Paris, 1856. He was of Jewish tage, and a rare genius. He was equally at in prose and poetry. His works are of a misneous character, and clothed in a style of great y. A THE VOYAGE S at times the moonbeam pierces Seated all on deck, we floated Brooding, at the feet I laid me utes were ringing, youths were singing, 'airy-like beside us flitted Rock and ruin, wood and plain; And I gazed on all reflected In my loved one's eyes again. KNOW not whence it rises, This thought so full of woe; The air is cool, and it darkens, And yonder sits a maiden, With gold is her garment glittering, With a golden comb she combs it; That melts the heart with a wondrous The boatman feels his bosom Till over boat and boatman THE MOUNTAIN ECHO T sad slow pace across the vale AT There rode a horseman brave: Ah! travel I now to my mistress's arms Or but to the darksome grave?" The echo answer gave: |