Till suddenly, in accents plain, He sang of heaven in such sweet strain, They wept, but his young voice arose By some all-heavenly scene. 'Twas finished! and the last words sung- Upon his mother's breast; While she believed him sunk to sleep, But his glad soul, on heaven intent, She marked not it had fled; 'Twas only by the silent heart, Bristol. H. D. H. "THE SON OF THE MANSE." (A Tribute to the Memory of George Archibald Lundie.-See p. 42.) THY fond affections closely twined Around thy childhood's home, Yet was it left by thee behind, In distant lands to roam; Thou didst not seek gay scenes of mirth, Or golden stores of wealth, But, frail and sorrowing child of earth, The cheerful glow of health! Oh! it was sad to mark the shade Yet from a Father's hand of love Bright are the records of thy zeal The weary sufferer thou didst heal, Whilst the sweet gospel's hallowed sound Thy lips would oft proclaim, Yet fever, weakness, doubt, and fear, Oh! if thy days were shortened here,- Amidst that pure seraphic throng Thy "sister" welcomed thee, And sweetly blends your rapturous song In grateful melody; For in the land of fadeless day, Forgotten are thy fears; And God's own hand hath wiped away, Brighton. H. M. W. THE YOUTHS' MAGAZINE. JUNE, 1846. STARLING [Elstow House and Church, from the Bridge.] LSTOW is a retired and picturesque village in Bedfordshire, about two miles from the county town, on the road through Luton and St. Albans to London. But its chief attraction lies in its connexion with the author of the "Pilgrim's Progress," who was born and resided for almost the entire period of his life in this place and its immediate neighbourhood, which have thus become classic ground to all the admirers of his genius and writings. As this interesting association has been but little recognized by any of his biographers, although it presents M |