THE ADORATION OF THE WISE MEN. A COMET, dangling in the air, Presaged the ruin both of death and sin; Till they appear In this blest infant King's propitious eye, Great God, they gave to Thee But Lord, with what shall we Present ourselves before Thy majesty, Yet it is soft, and may Impression take; Accept it, Lord, and say, this Thou hadst rather; Stamp it, and on this sordid metal make Thy holy image, and it shall outshine. The beauty of the golden mine. ANDREW MARVELL. BORN A.D. 1620; DIED A.D. 1678. ANDREW MARVELL was the son of a clergyman of the same name at Hull. Having completed his university education at Trinity College, Cambridge, he went abroad, and spent some years in foreign travel. On his return to England, in 1657, he became assistant to John Milton in his office of Latin Secretary. On the Restoration he was elected member of Parliament for Hull, and continued to be so till his death, nearly thirty years after. He was distinguished by the boldness of his satires and other writings in opposition to the supporters of arbitrary government, and by the inflexible integrity which enabled him to resist, though in needy circumstances, all the solicitations and bribes of his political opponents. We have but little of his poetry remaining, but enough has come down to us to show that he is entitled to a high place among our minor English Poets. THE EMIGRANTS. WHERE the remote Bermudas ride, From a small boat that rowed along, "What should we do, but sing His praise "Where He the huge sea-monsters racks, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms and prelates' rage. "He gave us this eternal spring "He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night. And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows. "He makes the figs our mouths to meet, "With cedars chosen by His hand "He cast (of which we rather boast) "Oh let our voice His praise exalt Thus sang they, in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful note, |