r, of every kindred, and country, and clime upon earth. I
sang the love of virtue, which elevates man to his true standard
under heaven. I sang, too, the love of God, who _is_ love. Nor did
I sing in vain. I found readers and listeners, especially among the
young, the fair, and the devout; and as youth, beauty, and piety
will not soon cease out of the land, I may expect to be remembered
through another generation at least, if I leave anything behind me
worthy of remembrance. I may add that, from every part of the
British empire, from every quarter of the world where our language
is spoken--from America, the East and West Indies, from New
Holland, and the South Sea Islands themselves--I have received
testimonies of approbation from all ranks and degrees of readers,
hailing what I had done, and cheering me forward. I allude not to
criticisms and eulogiums from the press, but to voluntary
communications from unknown correspondents, coming to me like
voices out of darkness, and giving intimation of that which the ear
of a poet is always hearkening onward to catch--the voice of
posterity."

"FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH."

When "Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound
Among a band of brothers,
The cup of joy goes gaily round,
Each shares the bliss of others.
Sweet roses grace the thorny way
Along this vale of sorrow;
The flowers that shed their leaves to-day
Shall bloom again to-morrow.
How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy "Friendship, Love, and Truth!"

On halcyon wings our moments pass,
Life's cruel cares beguiling;
Old Time lays down his scythe and glass,
In gay good-humour smiling:
With ermine beard and forelock gray,
His reverend part adorning,
He looks like Winter turn'd to May,
Night soften'd into Morning.
How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy "Friendship, Love, and Truth!"

From these delightful fountains flow
Ambrosial rills of pleasure;
Can man desire, can Heaven bestow,
A more resplendent treasure?
Adorn'd with gems so richly bright,
Will form a constellation,
Where every star, with modest light,
Shall gild its proper station.
How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy "Friendship, Love, and Truth!"

THE SWISS COWHERD'S SONG IN A FOREIGN LAND.