For our Lady's sake, to carry her

To England's long-sought shore.

And there, at length, in toilsome search,
She wanders as before.

14.

Oh! who is this with soiled attire,

And sorrow-streaming eyes,

Who strays through London's crowded streets,

And "Gilbert! Gilbert!" cries?

And who is that among the crowd

She joyfully espies ?

15.

'Tis she, the weary wanderer,
No more she seeks in vain ;

The faithful Richard knows her voice,
And wondering amain,

He guides her faint and toil-worn steps

To her lover's side again.

16.

Merrily ring the city bells,

As a bridal-train goes by;

There is mirth, and dance, and music,

And gladsome revelry;

For the captive freed, and the lost one found,

And true love's victory.

Oh! pretty little golden ring,
The pledge of love and youth,
Oh! say, what tidings may I hope
Of my fair one's plighted truth.

As hastily he raised it,
And gazed upon the pledge,
It sprang from off his finger,
And was lost mid grass and hedge.

With eager hand he sought it,
The prize of glittering hue,
But golden flowers deceived him,
And grass begemmed with dew.

A Falcon on a neighbouring lime,
Quick spied the bauble fair,

He pounced upon the waving grass,
And bore it high in air.

With strong and rapid pinions
He gaily soared away,

His feathered brethren followed,

To snatch from him his prey.

Yet none of them succeeded,

The ring fell from the height,
The knight beheld it cut the air,
And in the sea alight.

The fish sprang gay and rapid,

To catch the golden prize :

The ring sank in the wat'ry depths,

And vanished from his eyes.

Oh! my ring, to hide thee from my eyes,

The grass and flowrets strove,

Oh! my ring, the birds that wing the air, Have wafted thee above.

THERE went a man in Syria's land,
Leading a camel by a band.

Sudden the beast, with anger grim,
Began to show its teeth at him,
And snuff and snort so furiously,
That he with fear was fain to flee.
He ran till just before him lay
A well that stopped him on his way;
He heard the snorting brute behind,
All hesitation he resigned,

Into the well's descent he crept,
He did not plunge, his hold he kept.

A blackb'rry bush, as it befell,
Grew from the wall that held the well.
To this he clung with desperation,
And much bewailed his situation.
He looked above, and saw with fear
The camel's threatening head was near,
Ready to pounce upon its prey :—
He turned his eyes the other way;
A Dragon in the depths he spied,
With gaping jaws distended wide,
Waiting a fate that must appal—
To swallow him if he should fall.
Suspended thus such ills between,
By the poor wretch a third was seen.
Where, in the wall inserted, hung
The bush's root to which he clung,

He saw of mice a little pair,

One black, the other white, they were;

He saw the black one and the white

Hard at the roots alternate bite;

They gnawed, they pulled, they worked with toil,
And from the root they tossed the soil;
And as it sank with rippling sound,
Uplooked the dragon from the ground,
To see how soon, for want of stay,
The bush and burthen must give way.
The man, in fear and mortal care,
Menaced, beleaguered everywhere,
Oppressed with miserable doubt,
In vain for safety looked about;
Till, as he gazed, there met his view
A little branch that nodding grew,
With purple fruit, so fair to sight,
He yields perforce to the delight:
He did not see the camel's mood,
Nor the fell dragon in the flood,
Nor mice at their destructive sport,
Soon as his eyes the berries caught.
He let the camel's fury glow,
The dragon lie in wait below,
He let the mice beside him bite,
And seized the berries with delight.

He liked them well-they pleased his taste,

Fruit after fruit he ate in haste,

And, through the sweetness of the meal,

He ceased or fears or cares to feel.

You ask, Who is the man unwise,

That can his safety thus despise ?

Know then, my friend, that man are you,
And take th' interpretation too.

The dragon underneath the wave
Denotes the ever-yawning grave;
The camel threat'ning overhead

Is Life's anxiety and dread;

"Twixt Death and Life a floating thing,

Thou to the World's green boughs must cling;

And they, who still the roots uptearing,
Thee and the boughs thy burthen bearing
Give up to death's resistless might,
The pair of mice, are Day and Night.
The black, without or sign or warning,
In silence gnaws from eve till morning;
The white, the roots still undermining,
From morn till eve works unrepining ;
And, 'mid this ruin and this waste,
The senses' fruits allure thy taste:-
The camel, life's distress and fear,
The dragon, death for ever near,

The mice, the days and nights still speeding,
Thou dost forget, all else unheeding,
Save how to seize the transient bliss,

And pluck the fruits from the abyss.

J. W.

ART. VIII-IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

1. Platonis Phædo.

2. Ciceronis Tusculana Disputationes.

3. An original Essay on the Immateriality and Immortality of the Human Soul; founded solely on Physical and Rational Principles. By Samuel Drew, A. M. Fifth Edition, carefully revised and enlarged by the Author. London: Fisher, Son, & Jackson, Newgate Street. 1831.

It is not our purpose in the following article to enter at all into the literary criticisms of either of the above publications; our sole concern is with the common subject which they bring before us; the only respect indeed in which they admit of comparison.

We purpose to examine briefly the nature and value of the proofs afforded by reason to the 'immortality of the human soul.' In stating the evidence of this doctrine, theologians have sometimes, we think,