And writ my victory with my enemy's blood.

The day, the signal day is come
When of my enemies I must vengeance take;

The day when death shall have its doom,
And the dark kingdom with its power shall shake.
Fate in her calendar marked out this day with red,
She folded down the iron leaf, and thus she said:
“This day, if aught I can divine be true,

Shall for a signal victory,
Be celebrated to posterity:
Then shall the Prince of light descend,

And rescue mortals from the infernal fiend ; Break through his strongest forts, and all his

hosts subdue.”
This said, she shut the adamantine volume close,
And wished she might the crowding years

transpose;
So much she longed to have the scene display,
And see the vast event of this important day.
And now in midst of the revolving years,
This great, this mighty One appears ;
The faithful traveller, the sun,
Has numbered out the days, and the set

period run.
I looked, and to assist was none;
My angelic guards stood trembling by,
But durst not venture nigh.
In vain, too, from my Father did I look
For help, my Father me forsook.

Amazed I was to see,
How all deserted me.

I took my fury for my sole support,
And with my single arm the conquest won.
Loud acclamations filled all heaven's court:

The hymning guards above,

Strained to an higher pitch of joy and love, The great Jehovah praised, and his victorious Son.

ISAIAH 63.-JOHN NORRIS.

What is that, Mother ? WHAT is that, Mother ?—The lark, my

, child !The morn has but just look'd out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright

sphere,
To warble it out in his Maker's ear.

Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays
Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise.

What is that, Mother ?—The dove, my son !-
And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan,
Is flowing out from her gentle breast,
Constant and pure, by that lonely nest,
As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn,
For her distant dear one's quick return :

Ever, my son, be thou like the dove,
In friendship as faithful, as constant in love.

What is that, Mother ?—The eagle, boy !
Proudly careering his course of joy;
Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying,
Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying,
His wing, on the wind, and his eye on the sun,
He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on.

Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine,
Onward, and upward, and true to the line.

What is that, Mother ?—The swan, my love!

!
He is floating down from his native grove,
No loved one now, no nestling nigh,
He is floating down, by himself to die;
Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings,
Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings.
LIVE SO, MY LOVE, THAT WHEN DEATH SHALL

COME,
SWAN-LIKE AND SWEET, IT MAY WAFT THEE

HOME.

GEORGE W. DOANE.

DIED.

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BORN.
ADDISON, Joseph

1672
Akenside, Mark

1721 Argensola, Bartolomé Leonardo, Spanish 1566

1719 1770 1663

1825

1796

1828

BARBAULD, Anna Letitia .

1743 Barton, Bernard, a member of the Society

of Friends. Burns, Robert .

1759 Bryant, William Cullen, American 1794 Brainard, John G. C.

1796
Burleigh, William H., American • 1812
Brooks, Maria, American .

1795
Brooks, Mary E., American, still living.
Bailey, Margaret L., American

1812
Bayard, Elise Justine, American.
Bembo, Pietro, Italian

1470
Buonarotti, Michel Angelo

1474

1845

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1547 1563

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1577
1772

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1731
1618

CAREW, Thomas
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
Cotton, Nathaniel
Cowper, William
Cowley, Abraham
Campbell, Thomas .
Chatterton, Thomas
Clark, W. G., American
Clarke, James Freeman, American
Cranch, C. P., American
Case, Luella J. B., American.
Carey, Alice and Phoebe, ·American.“

1639 1834 1788 1800 1667 1845 1770 1841

1752
1810
1810
1815

BORN.

DIED. 1547

Colomna, Vittoria, Italian, about the year 1490

1626 1649 1700 1817

DAVIES, Sir John

1570 Drummond, William, of Hawthornden 1585 Dryden, John

1631 Dwight, Timothy, American

1752 Dana, Richard Henry, American

1787 Doane, Bishop, American .

1799 Dawes, Rufus, American

1803 Day, Martha, American, died when young. Dach, Simon, German

1605 De Leon, Luis Ponce, Spanish

1527

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1659 1590

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HEBER, Bishop Reginald

1783 1826 Hemans, Felicia