CHANTREY'S SLEEPING CHILDREN. BY THE REV. W. LISLE BOWLES. Look at those sleeping children!—softly tread, "'Tis morn, awake! awake!" Ah! they are dead !→→ Of spring and flowers!of flowers ?-Yet nearer stand- Broken, but not faded yet, As if its cup with tears was wet. So sleeps that child, not faded, though in death,→ And seeming still to hear her sister's breath, As when she first did lay her head to rest Gently on that sister's breast, And kissed her ere she fell asleep! 296 CHANTREY'S SLEEPING CHILDREN. Th' archangel's trump alone shall wake that slumber deep. "Take up those flowers that fell From the dead hand, and sigh a long farewell! Your spirits rest in bliss! Yet ere with parting prayers we say Farewell for ever! to the' insensate clay, Poor maid, those pale lips we will kiss!" Ah! 'tis cold marble !-Artist, who hast wrought That joins to immortality thy name. -For these sweet children that so sculptured rest A sister's head upon a sister's breast Age after age shall pass away, Nor shall their beauty fade, their forms decay. For here is no corruption-the cold worm July 2, 1826. STANZAS. Suggested by a Book of Church Offices. BY THE REV. FRANCIS HODGSON. I. HAIL, solemn register of hopes and fears, How does thy page recall our smiles and tears, II. Yet all the varied picture points to thee, Poor, lost Monimia! On thy nuptial day, Yon happy train in bridal white I see, III. I hear the holy words that made thee his Who loved thee long ;-I mark thee kneel again, To thank thy Maker for a mother's bliss, And vow thy child to Heaven. Ah, pleasures vain! IV. Ah, fading flowers of time! Another year, V. What ray of joy on his lone journey gleams, Whose breaking heart resigned thee to thy God? The thought, that when our sun withdraws its beams, It lives, and glitters in some far abode ;— VI. The trust, that when those beams shall shine no more, His vanished light in other worlds shall wake; With him shall wonder, and with him adore, Blest in one mansion for their Saviour's sake. NIGHT IN GREECE. BY MISS ANNA MARIA PORTER. wide ; THE silent moon hath climbed the sky, |