How, till the appointed day arrived, They stood, in all their youthful pride, All this it tells; the plighted troth- I like its old and quaint device; "Two blended hearts"-though time may wear them, No mortal change, no mortal chance, "Till death," shall e'er in sunder tear them. Year after year, 'neath sun and storm, Their hope in heaven, their trust in GoD, In changeless, heartfelt, holy, love, These two the world's rough pathway trod. Age might impair their youthful fires, Their strength might fail, 'mid life's bleak weather, Still, hand in hand, they travell❜d on Kind souls! they slumber now together. I like its simple poesy, too: "Mine own dear love, this heart is thine!" Thine, when the dark storm howls along, As when the cloudless sunbeams shine, Remnant of days departed long, Of heartfelt, holy love, the token: THAT SILENT MOON. That silent moon, that silent moon, Have pass'd beneath her placid eye, How oft has guilt's unhallow'd hand, Profaned her pure and holy light: Small sympathy is hers, I ween, With sights like these, that virgin queen! By rippling wave, or tufted grove, And hear each whisper'd vow, and bless. The happy eves of days gone by; Or couch, whence pain has banish'd sleep: On those who mourn, and those who die! But, beam on whomsoe'er she will, And fall where'er her splendors may, Or bask them in the noontide ray; : GRENVILLE MELLEN, 1799—1841. GRENVILLE MELLEN, son of the late Chief-Justice Prentiss Mellen, LL.D., of Maine, was born in the town of Biddeford, in that State, on the 19th of June, 1799, and graduated at Harvard University in 1818. He entered the profession of the law, but, finding it not suited to his feelings, abandoned it for the more congenial attractions of poetry and general literature. He resided five or six years in Boston, and afterwards in New York. His health had always been rather deli cate, and in 1840, in hopes of deriving advantage from a milder climate, be made a voyage to Cuba. But he was not benefited materially by the change. and, learning, the next spring, of the death of his father, he returned home, and died in New York on the 5th of September, 1841. Mr. Mellen wrote for various magazines and periodicals. In 1826, he delivered, at Portland, before the Peace Society of Maine, a poem, entitled The Rest of Empires. In 1827, he published Our Chronicle of Twenty-Six, a satire; and in 1829, Glad Tales and Sad Tales,-a volume in prose, from his contribracions to the periodicals. The Martyr's Triumph, Buried Valley, and other Poems, appeared in 1834. The first-named poem is founded on the history of Saint Allan, the first Christian martyr in England. In the Buried Valley he describes the terrible avalanche at The Notch in the White Mountains, in 1826, by which the Willey family was destroyed.1 THE MARTYR. Not yet, not yet the martyr dies. He sees And dim through tears of blood he sees it dash The Lord-the Lord hath spoken from the sky! He hears the trumpet of Eternity! Calling his spirit home-a clarion voice on high! The martyr pilgrim and his band are there! With radiant heads unveil'd, and anthems joyful shout! He sees, he hears! upon his dying gaze, Forth from the throng one bright-hair'd angel near, "I come-we meet again!"—the martyr cries, And smiles of deathless glory round him play: Then on that flaming cross he bows-and dies! His ashes eddy on the sinking day, While through the roaring oak his spirit wings its way! 1 Upon the merits of Grenville Mellen's poetry, a writer in the 22d vol. of the "American Quarterly Review" thus remarks:-"There is in these poems no unusual sublimity to awaken surprise, no extreme pathos to communicate the luxury of grief, no chivalrous narrative to stir the blood to adventure, no high-painted ardor in love to make us enraptured with beauty. Yet we were charmed; for we love purity of sentiment, and we found it; we love amiability of heart, and nere we could perceive it in every stanza. The muse of Mellen delights in the beauties, not in the deformities, of nature: she is more inclined to celebrate the virtues than denounce the vices of man." THE EAGLE. ON SEEING AN EAGLE PASS NEAR ME IN AUTUMN TWILIGHT. Sail on, thou lone imperial bird, Of quenchless eye and tireless wing; As the night's breezes round thee ring! Thou stoop'st to earth so lowly now? Or hast thou left thy rocking dome, So closely to this shadowy world, Yet lonely is thy shatter'd nest, Falls cheerless on earth's desert tombs, And makes the North's ice-mountains bright. So come the eagle-hearted down, So come the proud and high to earth, So quails the mind's undying eye, That bore unveil'd fame's noontide sun; So man seeks solitude, to die, His high place left, his triumphs done. So, round the residence of power, And on life's pinnacles will lower Clouds dark as bathes the eagle's pines. But, oh, the mellow light that pours From God's pure throne-the light that saves! It warms the spirit as it soars, And sheds deep radiance round our graves. CONSCIENCE. Voice of the viewless spirit! that hast rung Since our first parents in sweet Eden sung Around us and above us, sounding on With a perpetual echo, 'tis on thee, That lends no heeding to the sounds of Time, O voice, that dwellest in the hallow'd deep Thou dost no earthly pomp about thee cast, Who, who to CONSCIENCE doth not bow at last, Old arbiter of Time-the present and the past! Thou wast from God when the green earth was young, When faultless woman to his bosom clung, Or led him through her paradise of bowers; Where love's low whispers from the Garden rose, In the long luxury of their first repose! When the whole earth was incense, and there went WILLIAM B. 0. PEABODY, 1799-1847. WILLIAM BOURNE OLIVER PEABODY, son of Judge Oliver Peabody, of Exeter, New Hampshire, was born in that town, July 9, 1799,' and, after completing his preparatory studies at Phillips Academy, in his native town, he entered Harvard 1 He had a twin-brother, Oliver William Bourne Peabody: the two fitted for college together at Exeter Academy, and graduated together. Oliver studied law |