ead compare with Paradise!

There is a glory gone forth from on high!--
It quickens the heart's beat, whereon it flings
Its fervour;--the flushed cheek and glowing eye
Confess its influence;--and the many strings,
Voiceless too long in the young heart, reply
To the mute promptings of a thousand things
Which Spring has conjured up;--all, all is hers--
That Glory without name--she ministers.

Now--all the thoughts she wakens in the heart
Are glorious Music!--divine Poesy!--
Now--all the dreams on Fancy's eyes that start,
She will disown not, wayward though they be.
Sweet Dreams!--down Lethe's billow they depart--
Words are too weak to clothe them worthily.
Rich incense, burnt upon some altar stone
Censerless,--in a temple--desert--lone!

What shall we do in these delightful days,
When the full, bounding heart, will not be still;--
When the glad eye, absorbed in far-sent gaze,
Forgets Earth's plenitude of grief and ill;--
Shall we dream on, in a bewitching maze
Of sweet affections and bold hopes, until
Earth is not Earth--but Heaven? or shall we die
Hourly, to some "dissolving minstrelsy?"

Sometimes, when day is dying--when twilight
Brings its dim Vigil,--hour of quietness,--
'Tis sweet to listen, till the cheated sight
Pictures strange shadowings of awfulness,--
Some wild, old tale of goblin's ghastly spite,
Or antique strain of passionate distress;--
And one, which has been wept o'er many a time
I seek, to mar, perchance, with feeble rhyme

_May, 1828._

THOMAS M----s.

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EXECUTION AND LAST MOMENTS OF LORD WILLIAM RUSSEL.

(_For the Mirror._)

This distinguished patriot and martyr to the cause of liberty was the
third son of William, the first Duke of Bedford, by a daughter of the
Earl of Somerset. He refused the generous offer of Lord Cavendish to
favour his escape, by changing clothes with him in prison; and he also
declined the Duke of Monmouth's proposal to surrender himself, should
Lord William Russel think it might contribute to his safety. "It will be
no advantage to me," he said, "to have my friends die with me." Conjugal
affection was the feeling that clung to his heart; and when he had taken
his last farewell of his wife, he said, "The bitterness of death is now
over." He suffered the sentences of his judges with resignation and
composure. Some of his expressi