Behold those joys thou never canst behold;

Those precious gates of pearl, those streets of gold,

Those streams of life, those trees of Paradise

That never can be seen by mortal eyes:

And when thou seest this state divine,

Think that it is, or shall be thine.

See there the happy troops of purest sprites;
That live above in endless true delights;
And see where once thyself shall rangèd be,
And look and long for immortality:

And now beforehand help to sing
Hallelujahs to heaven's King.

WILLIAM DRUMMOND.

BORN A.D. 1585; DIED A.D. 1649.

THIS poet is commonly known as "Drummond of Hawthornden," which place he inherited from his father, Sir John Drummond. He was educated at the High School and University of Edinburgh. His life was chiefly spent in foreign travel and in the pursuits of literature. Towards the close of it he was exposed to much trouble on account of his firm attachment to the royal cause; and grief for the death of Charles I. is said to have hastened his own, which took place, December 4, 1649.

ALL IS VANITY.

A GOOD that never satisfies the mind,

A beauty fading like the April showers,

A sweet with floods of gall that runs combined,

A pleasure passing ere, in thought, made ours,
An honour that more fickle is than wind,

A glory at opinion's frown that lowers,

A treasury which bankrupt time devours,

A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind,
A vain delight our equals to command,
A style of greatness in effect a dream,
A swelling thought of holding sea and land,
A servile lot decked with a pompous name :
Are the strange ends we toil for here below,
Till wisest death make us our errors know.

HYMN.

SAVIOUR of mankind! Man Emmanuel!
Who sinless died for sin, who vanquished hell,
The first-fruits of the grave, whose life did give
Light to our darkness, in whose death we live—
O strengthen Thou my faith, correct my will,
That mine may Thine obey protect me still,
So that the latter death may not devour

:

My soul sealed with Thy seal; so in the hour
When Thou, whose body sanctified Thy tomb
(Unjustly judged), a glorious Judge, shalt come
To judge the world with justice; by that sign
I may be known and entertained for Thine.

HEAVENLY JERUSALEM.

HYMN FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH.

JERUSALEM, that place divine,

The vision of sweet peace is named ;1
In heaven her glorious turrets shine,

Her walls of living stones are framed;

While angels guard her on each side,
Fit company for such a bride.

She, decked in new attire, from heaven
Her wedding chamber, now descends,
Prepared in marriage to be given

To Christ, on whom her joy depends.

Her walls, wherewith she is enclosed,

And streets are of pure gold composed.

The word 'Jerusalem' has been thought to mean the vision or home of peace.

The gates, adorned with pearls most bright,

The way to hidden glory show;
And thither by the blessed might
Of faith in Jesus' merits, go

All those who are on earth distressed,
Because they have Christ's name professed.

These stones the workmen dress and beat,
Before they throughly polished are;
Then each is in his proper seat
Established, by the Builder's care,

In this fair frame to stand for ever,

So joined that them no force can sever.

To God, who sits in highest seat,

Glory and power given be;
To Father, Son, and Paraclete,
Who reign in equal dignity;

Whose boundless power we still adore,
And sing their praise for evermore.

FRANCIS QUARLES.

BORN A.D. 1592; DIED A.D. 1644.

He greatly distinguished

QUARLES was born near Romford, in Essex, A.D. 1592. himself at school by his progress in learning, and took his degree at Christ College, Cambridge, in his 16th year. He shortly afterwards entered as a student at Lincoln's Inn, but soon abandoned the study of the law, and was made cupbearer to Elizabeth, Queen of Bohemia, which office, however, he could have held for only a very short time, for in 1621, we find him in Ireland, where he became private secretary to Archbishop Usher. It is not exactly known when he returned to England, but in 1639, he was appointed Chronologer to the City of London, in which office he had the arrangement of the civic pageants. After suffering much trouble and loss from his attachment to the royal cause, he died in 1644, and was buried in the church of St. Vedast, Foster Lane.

He was a very voluminous writer. His most popular work was his "Emblems,” first published in 1635. Each emblem was illustrated by a rough and generally grotesque woodcut; or, rather, the poetry was accommodated to and written for the cuts, which were already in existence. This work once enjoyed great popularity, though it is now comparatively little read. The occasional coarseness and bad taste by which his poetry is disfigured makes it distasteful to modern readers; but it contains much that is forcible and impressive, and the vanity of the world and the consolations of true religion are powerfully set forth.

JOB XIII. 24.

"Wherefore hidest Thou Thy face, and holdest me for Thine enemy."

[Illustration. One seeking to remove an angel's hand, which is hiding the angel's face.]

WHY dost Thou shade Thy lovely face? Oh, why

Does that eclipsing hand so long deny

The sunshine of Thy soul-enliv'ning eye?

Without that light, what light remains in me?
Thou art my Life, my Way, my Light; in Thee
I live, I move, and by Thy beams I see.