Which binds with an atoning power In days long gone it caught the sound Prelatic England drove him forth Back in the name the chapel wears, For here from afar the inscription came By our statesman-scholar sent, Reading, "Lest longer such a name Should stay in banishment." The brazen plate, so simply grand, Stand of forgotten feuds a sign, Say, that henceforth the soul's full thought Need not in silence die; Nor one true man, all conscience-fraught, Say, that two sovereign powers unite, To keep Faith, Friendship, Freedom bright, Hail and farewell, St. Butolph's fane, Hail and farewell, St. Butolph's town! With that auspicious claim. Nathaniel Langdon Frothingham. Bottreau. THE SILENT TOWER OF BOTTREAU. INTADGEL bells ring o'er the tide, TINTADO The boy leans on his vessel side; He hears that sound, and dreams of home But why are Bottreau's echoes still? The ship rode down with courses free, Her sheet was loose, her anchor stored, The pilot heard his native bells “Thank God,” with reverent brow he cried, "Thank God, thou whining knave, on land, But thank, at sea, the steersman's hand," The captain's voice above the gale: "Thank the good ship and ready sail." "Come to thy God in time!" Sad grew the boding chime: "Come to thy God at last!" Boomed heavy on the blast. Uprose that sea! as if it heard Long did the rescued pilot tell When gray hairs o'er his forehead fell, While those around would hear and weep That fearful judgment of the deep. "Come to thy God in time!" Still when the storm of Bottreau's waves Peal their deep notes beneath the tide : "Come to thy God in time! Robert Stephen Hawker. Bramble-Rise. BRAMBLE-RISE. WHAT wonders greet my waking eyes At last! Can this be Bramble-Rise, Once smallest of its shire? How changed, and changing from my dream; This village is no longer mine; And though the inn has changed its sign, The beer may not be stronger: The river, dwindled by degrees, Is now a brook, the cottages Are cottages no longer. The thatch is slate, the plaster bricks, |