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KATHARINE AUGUSTA WARE; NATHANIEL GREENE; ROBERT S. COFFIN.

town, Connecticut. He died August 16, 1851, at the age of fifty-four.

Besides the book of travels alluded to, he published a series of Sermons and Lectures and Addresses, which were collected in a posthumous publication of his works by the Harpers in 1852. A large collection of his correspondence was also published in his Life and Letters in 1853, two volumes of Memoirs composed of the joint contributions of Dr. McClintock, the able editor of the Methodist Quarterly Review, Dr. Holdich, and other faithful friends.

The academic discourses of Dr. Olin disclose a 'well trained mind, seeking constantly for the principle to test the fact, and insisting upon the development of mental discipline before the mere accumulation of knowledge. He was a sound conservative in the cause of education, distrusting many of the pretentions expedients of the day. He appreciated the study of the classics in a course of instruction. His religious discourses were of a practical character, and maintain a high rank in Christian precept. His character and teachings gave him great influence with his students.

In person Dr. Olin was over six feet in height, of a large frame and broad shoulders, and a fine head. His voice was of great power and compass, while his gestures were stiff and construined.

KATHARINE AUGUSTA WARE.

THIS lady, the daughter of Dr. Rhodes of Quincy, Mass., and wife of Charles A. Ware, of the Navy, is the author of a volume entitled Power of the Passions, and other Poe ns, published by Pickering in London in 1842. She was born in 1797, was

married in 1819, wrote occasional pogins for the papers, edited The Boer of Taste in Boston, and visiting Europe in 1839 died at Paris in 1813. She was a relative of Robert Treat Paine, and at the age of fifteen wrote some verses on his death.

VOICE OF THE SEASONS.

There is a voice in the western breeze,
As it floats o'er Spring's young roses,
Or sighs among the blossoming trees,

Where the spirit of love reposes.
It tells of the joys of the pure and young,
Eer they wander life's 'wildering paths among.

There is a voice in the S mmer gale,

Which breathes among regions of bloom,
O murmurs soft through the dewy vale,
In mooalight's tender gloom.

It tells of hopes unblighted yet,
And of hours the soul can ne'er forget.

There is a voice in the Autumn blast,
That wafts the falling leaf,
When the glowing scene is fading fast,
For the hour of bloom is brief;
It tells of life of its sure decay,
And of earthly splendors that pass away

There is a voice in the wintry storm,
For the blasting spirit is there,
Sweeping o'er every vernal charm,

O'er all that was bright and fair;
It tells of death, as it moans around,
And the desolate hall returns the sound

And there's a voice-a small, still voice, That comes when the storm is past; It bids the sufferer's heart rejoice, In the haven of peace at last! It tells of joys beyond the grave, And of Him who died a world to save.

NATHANIEL GREENE.

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NATHANIEL GREENE was born at Boscawen, N.H., May 20, 1797. By the death of his father, a lawyer of the town, he was thrown at the age of ten on his own exertions, and at first found occnpation in a country store. The perusal of the antobiography of Franklin inspired him with the desire to become an editor, which led him, when Isaac Hill established the New Hampshire Patriot at Concord, to offer himself as an apprentice in the printing-office. This he did on the fourth of July of that year, and was accepted. He remained two years in this mechanical pursuit, when, at the early age of fifteen, he was placed in charge, as editor, of the Concord Gazette, of which he was the sole conductor till 1814, when he becume engaged on the New Hampshire Gazette, at Portsmouth. In 1815 he removed to Haverhill, Mass., and edited the Gazette at that place. With this juvenile experience he started a new Democratic journal, The Essex Patriot, on his own account, in 1817, which he continued till he commenced The Boston Statesman in 1821, a paper which, as it grew from a semi-weekly to a triweekly and daily, vigorously supported the Democratic policy and the election of General Jackson. In 1829 he became postmaster of Boston, and disposed of his newspaper interest to his brother, the present able and witty editor of the Boston Post, Mr. Charles G. Greene.

Besides his writings as editor, Mr. Greene has employed the leisure of official life in the preparation of several works, chiefly versions from the German of popular tales. His tales and sketches translated from the Italian, German, and French, appeared in Boston in 1843.

ROBERT S. COFFIN,

THE self-styled "Boston Bard," was a native of the state of Maine. He served his apprenticeship as a printer in Newburyport; worked on newspapers in Boston, New York, and Philadelphia, and illuminated their poet's corner with his verses. A number of these were collected in a volume entitled the Oriental Harp, Poems of the Boston Bard, with a stiff portrait of the author, in a Byronically disposed shirt collar. The contents are as varied as the productions of newspaper laureates are apt to be. Anything will inspire their ever-ready muse. The bard lying awake at night, hears "Yankee Doodle" in the street

To arms, to arms! I waking, cried;
To arms! the foe is nigh.

A crutch! a hatchet! shovel! spade!
On; death or victory.

"Presenting a lady with a cake of soap,” in itself a somewhat questionable liberty, seems to be made doubly so by the lecture which accompanies it, the moral as well as material alkali. The occasion is "improved” after the manner of Erskine's Smoking spiritualized.”

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The sparkling gem of Indian mines

Does not its VALUE lose, Though on the robes of sluts it shines, Or decks the beggar's clothes.

And lady, when this cake you press,
Your snowy hands between,
And mark the bubble's varied dress
Of azure, gold, and green;
Then, lady, think that bubble, brief,
Of life an emblem true;

Man's but a bubble on the leaf,

That breaks e'en at the view.

His muse is ready to greet all comers, from the "Mouse which took lodgings with the author in a public house, near the Park, New York,"

Fly not, poor trembler, from my bed,
Beside me safely rest;

For here no murderous snare is spread,
No foe may here molest,

up to General La Fayette. Christmas and the Fourth of July are of course celebrated, nor is the "First of May in New York" neglected, as a stanza or two of a comic song, "sung with applause at Chatham Garden," rattles off like the heterogeneous laden carts in active motion on that day.

First of May-clear the way!
Baskets, barrows, trundles;
Take good care-mind the ware!
Betty, where's the bundles?

Pots and kettles, broken victuals,
Feather beds, plaster heads,
Looking-glasses, torn matrasses,
Spoons and ladles, babies' cradles,
Cups and saucers, salts and castors,
Hurry scurry-grave and gay,
All must trudge the first of May.

"A Large Nose and an Old Coat" show that the writer did not disdain familiar themes, while an "Ode to Genius, suggested by the present unhappy condition of the BOSTON BARD, an eminent poet of this country," stands in evidence that the bard held the poetaster's usual estimate of his powers.

Coffin was at one period of his life a sailor, or, to use his own expression, "a Marine Bachelor." He died at Rowley, Mass., in May, 1827, at the early age of thirty.

The following song would do honor to a poet of far higher pretensions.

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NATHANIEL LANGDON FROTHINGHAM was born at Boston July 23, 1793. After a preparation for college at the public schools of that city, he entered Harvard, where he completed his course in 1811. He next became an assistant teacher in the Boston Latin school, and afterwards a private tutor in the family of Mr. Lyman of Waltham. In 1812, when only nineteen, he was appointed instructor of Rhetoric and Oratory at Harvard, being the first incumbent of the office. He pursued theological studies at the same time, and on the 15th of March, 1815, was ordained pastor of the First Church in Boston; a charge which he retained until 1850, when he resigned in consequence of ill health.

Dr. Frothingham is the author of from forty to fifty sermons and addresses, published in separate forms, and of a volume, Sermons in the order of a Twelvemonth, none of which had previously appeared. He has also contributed numerous prose articles to various religious periodicals. His poetical career was commenced by the delivery of a poem in the junior year of his col

The following list includes most of these productions :On the Death of Dr. Joseph McKean: 1818. Artillery Election Sermon: 1825. On the Death of President John Adams: 1826. Plea against Religious Controversy: 1829. Terms of Acceptance with God: 1829. Centennial Sermon on Two Hundred Years Ago: 1880. Signs in the Sun; On the great Eclipse of February 12: 1881. Barabbas preferred: 1832. Centennial Sermon of the Thursday Lecture: 1838. On the Death of Lafayette: 1834. Twentieth Anniversary of my Ordination: 1835. On the Death of J. G. Stevenson, M.D.: 1835. At the Installation of Rev. Wm. P. Lunt, at Quincy: 1835. At the Ordination of Mr. Edgar Buckingham: 1836. The Ruffian Released: 1886. The Chamber of Imagery: 1886. Duties of Hard Times: 1887. On the Death of Joseph P. Bradlee: 1838. All Saints' Day: 1840. The New Idolatry: 1840. The Solemn Week: 1841. Death of Dr. T. M. Harris, and of Hon. Daniel Sargent: 1842. The Believer's Rest: 1843. On the Death of Rev. Dr. Greenwood: 1843. The Duty of the Citizen to the Law: 1844. Address to the Alumni of the Theological School : 1844. Deism or Christianity? Four Discourses: 1845. Ordination of O. Frothingham: 1847. Funeral of Rev. Dr. Thomas Gray: 1847. A Fast Sermon-National Sins: 1847. Paradoxes in the Lord's Supper: 1848. A Fast Sermon; God among the Nations: 1848. Water into the City of Boston: 1848. Salvation through the Jews: 1850. Death of Hon. P. C. Brooks: 1849. Gold: 1849. Sermon on

resigning my Ministry: 1850. Great Men; Washington's Birth-Day: 1852. Days of Mourning must end: 1858.

lege course, at the inauguration of President Kirkland, which has never been published, but is still remembered with favor by its auditors. He has since contributed several occasional poems of great beauty to the magazines, written numerous hymns, which hold a place in the collections, and translated various specimens of the modern German poets. A collection of these, with the title Metrical Pieces, Translated and Original, is now in press.

HYMN.

O God, whose presence glows in all
Within, around us, and above!
Thy word we bless, thy name we call,

Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. That truth be with the heart believed

Of all who seek this sacred place; With power proclaimed, in peace received,— Our spirit's light, thy Spirit's grace. That love its holy influence pour,

To keep us meek and make us free, Aud throw its binding blessing more Round each with all, and all with thee. Send down its angel to our side,

Send in its calm upon the breast; For we would know no other guide, And we can need no other rest.

THE MC LEAN ASYLUM, SOMERVILLE, MASS. O House of Sorrows! How thy domes Swell on the sight, but crowd the heart; While pensive fancy walks thy rooms, And shrinking Memory minds me what thou art! A rich gay mansion once wert thou; And he who built it chose its site On that hill's proud but gentle brow, For an abode of splendor and delight. Years, pains, and cost have reared it high, The stately pile we now survey;* Grander than ever to the eye;—

But all its fireside pleasures-where are they? A stranger might suppose the spot

Some seat of learning, shrine of thought;Ah! here alone Mind ripens not,

And nothing reasons, nothing can be taught.

Or he might deem thee a retreat

For the poor body's need and ail; When sudden injuries stab and beat,

Or in slow waste its inward forces fail. Ah, heavier hurts and wastes are here! The ruling brain distempered lies. When Mind flies reeling from its sphere,

Life, health, aye, mirth itself, are mockeries

O House of Sorrows! Sorer shocks

Than can our frame or lot befall Are hid behind thy jealous locks;

Man's Thought an infant, and his Will a thrall.

The mental, moral, bodily parts,

So nicely separate, strangely blent,
Fly on each other in mad starts,

Or sink together, wildered all and spent.
The sick-but with fantastic dreams!
The sick-but from their uncontrol!
Poor, poor humanity! What themes

Of grief and wonder for the musing soul!
Friends have I seen from free, bright life
Into thy drear confinement cast;
And some, through many a weeping strife,
Brought to that last resort,-the last, the last.
VOL. II.-17

O House of Mercy! Refuge kind

For Nature's most unnatural state!
Place for the absent, wandering mind,

Its healing helper and its sheltering gate!
What woes did man's own cruel fear
Once add to his crazed brother's doom!
Neglect, aversion, tones severe,

The chain, the lash, the fetid, living tomb!
And now, behold what different hands

He lays on that crazed brother's head!
See how this builded bounty stands,
With scenes of beauty all around it spread.

Yes, Love has planned thee, Love endowed;-
And blessings on each pitying heart,
That from the first its gifts bestowed,

Or bears in thee each day its healthful part.
Was e'er the Christ diviner seen,

Than when the wretch no force could bindThe roving, raving Gadarene

Sat at his blessed feet, and in his perfect mind? Mr. Richard Frothingham, Jun., the author of the thorough and valuable History of the Siege of Boston, is a relative of Dr. Frothingham.

ROBERT WALN

ROBERT WALN was born in Philadelphia in 1797. He received a liberal education, but never engaged in professional pursuits. He published in 1819 The Hermit in America on a visit to Philadel phia, one of several imitations of an English work then popular, the Hermit in London. It contains a series of sketches on the fashionable pursuits and topics of city life, pleasantly written, but without any features of mark. In the following year he made a similar essay in verse by the publication of American Bards, a Satire. In this poem of nearly one thousand lines he reviews the leading aspirants of the day, praising Cliffton and Dwight and condemning Barlow and Humphreys. Lucius M. Sargent and Knight receive severe treatment, and the Backwoodsman is dealt with in like manner. In the course of the piece a number of minor writers of the ever renewed race of poetasters are mentioned, most of whom have long since been forgotten. A description of a newspaper with the approaches of a youthful bard is one of its best passages.

How oft, when seated in our elbow-chairs,
Resting at eve, from dull, diurnal cares,
We hold the daily chronicles of men,
And read their pages o'er and o'er again;
A varied charm creeps o'er the motley page,
Pleasing alike to infancy and age;

The Politician roams through every clime:
The Schoolboy dwells on Accidents, and Rhyme:
The Merchant harps on Bank stock and Exchange,
As speculative notions widely range,

And humming all the advertisements o'er,
His searching thoughts, each inference explore;
A secret trust, from rich storehouses, grows;
A list of trifles, doubtful credit shows;
Still as he reads, the air-built castles rise,
While wealth and honours glisten in his eyes:
Old Ladies seek for Murders,-Fires-Escapes;
Old Maids for Births, and Recipes and Rapes.
Young Belles o'er Marriages and Fashions glance,
Or point, in raptures, to some new Romance;
Old age (with horror) reads of sudden death;
The fop, of perfumes for the hair or breath,

And as he lisps the Thespian Bill of Fare,
Twirls his gold-chain, and twists his whiskered hair:
All own the charms that deck the Daily News,
But none more warmly than the youthful Muse.
Nine times the midnight lamp has shed its rays
O'er that young laborer for poetic bays,
Who to the heights of Pindus fain would climb,
By seeking words that jingle into rhyme;
See how the varying passions flush his face!—
The hasty stamp!-the petulant grimace!—
His youthful brains are puzzled to afford
A rhyme to sound with some unlucky word,
Till, by the Rhyming Dictionary's aid,
It finds a fellow, and the verse is made;
"For so the rhyme be at the verse's end,
No matter whither all the rest does tend."

Now, with a trembling step, he seeks the door,
So often visited in vain before,
Whose horizontal aperture invites
Communications from all scribbling wights,
He stops; and casts his timid eyes around;
Approaches;-footsteps on the pavement sound
With careless air, he wanders from the scene,
"Till no intruding passengers are seen;
Again returns;-fluttering with fears and hopes
He slides the precious scroll—and down it drops!
With hurried steps that would outstrip the wind,
And casting many a fearful glance behind,
He hastens home to seek the arms of sleep,
And dreams of quartos, bound in calf or sheep.
Gods! how his anxious bosom throbs and beats
To see the newsman creeping through the streets!
Thinks, as he loiters at each patron's door,
Whole ages passing in one short half-hour:
Now, from his tardy hand he grasps
And, trembling for the honor of his muse,
Unfolds the paper; with what eager glance
His sparkling eyes embrace the vast expanse!
Now, more intent, he gazes on the print,
But not one single line of rhyme is in't!
The paper falls; he cries, with many a tear,
My God! my Ode to Cupid-is not here!
One hope remains; he claims it with a sigh,
And "Ż to-morrow" meets his dazzled eye!

the news,

Waln published a second volume of verse in the same year entitled Sisyphi Opus, or Touches at the Times, with other poems, and in 1821 The Hermit in Philadelphia, a continuation of his previous work, but mostly occupied with a caveat against the introduction of foreign vices into the United States. He makes up a formidable list of wives sold at Smithfield, betting noblemen, and bruised prizefighters, as an offset to the stories by English travellers of society in our frontier settlements.

We next hear of our author as the supercargo of a vessel, in which capacity he made a voyage to China, turning his observations to account on his return by writing a history of that country, which was published in quarto numbers. He also undertook the editorship of the Lives of the Signers, after the publication of the third volume, and wrote several of the biographies which appeared in the subsequent portion of the series. În 1824 he published a Life of Lafayette. In addition to these works he was the author of numerous contributions to the periodicals of the day. He died in 1824.

HUNTING SONG.

"Tis the break of day, and cloudless weather, The eager dogs are all roaming together,

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WILLIAM A. MÜHLENBERG.

THE Rev. Dr. Muhlenberg, a de-cendant from a family of revolutionary fame, was for many years the head of St. Paul's College, Flushing, Long Island, an institution which under his control attained a high measure of usefulness and reputation. He is now Rector of the Protestant Episcopal Church of the Holy Communion in the city of New York.

Dr. Muhlenberg published in 1823, Church Poetry: Being portions of the Psalms in verse, and Hymns suited to the Festivals and Fasts and various occasions of the Church, selected and altered from various Authors.* He has since, in connexion with the Rev. Dr. Wainwright, published a work on Church Music, and has done much in the practical advancement of public taste in the same direction by the choral arrangements of his own church, while he has served church poetry as well as music by the production of several highly esteemed hymns. We give the best known of these in its original form, with a brief note from the Evangelical Catholic, a weekly paper conducted for about a year by Dr. Muhlenberg, descriptive of its introduction in the Episcopal collection (where it appears in an abridged form).

THE 187TH HYMN.

We have been so repeatedly urged by several of our readers to give them the whole of the original of "I would not live alway," that we at length comply, though somewhat reluctantly, as it has appeared at various times in print before-first in the Philadelphia Episcopal Recorder, somewhere about the year 1824. It was written without the remotest idea that any portion of it would ever be employed in the devotions of the Church. Whatever service it has done in that way is owing to the late Bishop of Pennsylvania, then the Rector of St. Ann's Church, Brooklyn, who made the selection of verses out of the whole, which constitutes the present hymn, and offered it to the Committee on Hymns, appointed by the General Convention of The hymn was, at first, rejected by the committee, of which the unknown author was a member, who, upon a satirical criticism being made upon it, earnestly voted against its adoption. It was admitted on the importunate application of Dr. Onderdonk to the bishops on the committee. Tae following is a revised copy of the original:

Phila.; 12mo. pp. 268.

I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY.-Job vii. 16.

I would not live alway-live alway below!
Oh no, I'll not linger, when bidden to go.
The days of our pilgrimage granted us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
Would I shrink from the path which the prophets of
God,

Apostles and martyrs so joyfully trod?

way:

While brethren and friends are all hastening home,
Like a spirit unblest, o'er the earth would I roam?
I would not live alway-I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the
Where, seeking for peace, we but hover around,
Like the patriarch's bird, and no resting is found;
Where hope, when she paints her gay bow in the
air,

Leaves its brilliance to fade in the night of despair,
And joy's fleeting angel ne'er sheds a glad ray,
Save the gloom of the plumage that bears him away.

I would not live alway-thus fettered by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within;
In a moment of strength if I sever the chain,
Scarce the victory's mine ere I'm captive again.
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And my cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.
The festival trump calls for jubilant songs,
But my spirit her own miserere prolongs.

I would not live alway-no, welcome the tomb;
Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its gloom:
Where He deigned to sleep, I'll too bow my head;
Oh! peaceful the slumbers on that hallowed bed.
And then the glad dawn soon to follow that night,
When the sunrise of glory shall beam on my sight,
When the full matin song, as the sleepers arise
To shout in the morning, shall peal through the
skies.

Who, who would live alway-away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:
Where saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
While the songs of salvation exultingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?
That heavenly music! what is it I hear?
The notes of the harpers ring sweet in the air;
And see, soft unfolding, those portals of gold!
The King, all arrayed in his beauty, behold!
Oh, give me, Oh, give me the wings of a dove!
Let me hasten my flight to those mansions above;
Aye, 'tis now that my soul on swift pinions would

soar,

And in ecstasy bid earth adieu, evermore.

Dr. Muhlenberg is also the author of several pamphlets on topics connected with the church of which he is a prominent member, and the numerous charitable enterprises of the city with which his name is identified.

SAMUEL H. DICKSON

WAS born in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1798. His parents, from the north of Ireland, were both of unmixed Scottish blood. His father came to America before the Revolutionary war, and fought in the south under General Lincoln and others. He was in Charleston during the siege, but escaped in a canoe up Cooper river previous to the capitulation. He was long a resident in Charleston, where he taught the school of the South Ca

rolina Society. He died in 1819. The maternal uncle of Dr. Dickson was Samuel Neilson, the editor of the Northern Star, the first paper published in Ireland advocating Catholic Emancipation, and was one of the first of the Protestants who became United Irishinen. He suffered a long imprisonment after the execution of Emmet, and, being at last released on condition of expatriating himself, came to this country and died at Poughkeepsie.

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The early education of Dr. Dickson was chiefly in Charleston College, a respectable high-school merely at that time, under Drs. Buist and Hedley and Judge King. He was sent to Yale College in 1811, joined the Sophomore class, and was graduated in due course. He commenced at once, in his seventeenth year, the study of medicine, entering the office of Dr. P. G. Prioleau, who had reached the highest point of professional eminence at the South, and whose practice was extended and lucrative in an almost unparalleled degree. In 1817, '18, and '19, he attended lectures in the University of Pennsylvania in its palmy days, when Chapman, Physick, and Wistar were among its faculty, and received the diploma in 1819. He returned to Charleston and became engaged in a large practice. In 1823 he delivered a course of lectures on Physiology and Pathology before the medical students of the city, the class consisting of about thirty. With Dr. Ramsay, who then read to the same class a course of lectures on Surgery, and Dr. Frost, he undertook the agitation of the subject of domestic medical instruction, and urged the institution of a Medical College in Charleston. He moved the Medical Society to petition to the Legislature for a charter, which was granted, and the school went into operation in 1824. He was elected without opposition to the professorship of the Institutes and Practice of Medicine, which chair he held until 1832, when he resigned it in consequence of a contest between the Medical Society and the College. The next year he was appointed to the same chair in the Medical College of the state of South Carolina, newly erected, with a liberal charter from the legislature. In 1847 he received the unanimous vote of the New York University to fill the chair rendered vacant by the death of Professor Revere, and removed to that city, where he lectured to large classes. In 1850, at the earnest request of his former colleagues, he resumed his connexion with the Medical School at Charleston.

His writings are varied and numerous. He has been a contributor to many of the periodicals of the day, and has delivered many occasional addresses, which have been published. His address before the Phi Beta Kappa of Yale in 1842, on the Pursuit of Happiness, is one of the most inportant of the latter. He has written many articles in the American Medical Journal of Philadelphia, the Medical Journal of New York, the Charleston Medical Journal and Review, and in some of the Western journals. He has published two large volumes on the Practice of Medicine,

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