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(1794-1835.) BORN at Liverpool, where her father (whose name was Browne) was engaged as a merchant. Felicia Browne began to write poetry before she was nine years of age ; and her mother, a woman of intellectual culture and taste, encouraged her in the pursuit. In 1812 Miss Browne became the wife of Captain Hemans. The union, however, was not a happy one, and just before the birth of their fifth son a separation took place, Mrs. Hemans going to live with her widowed mother, near St. Asaph (North Wales). Here she devoted herself to literature, and the education of her family. In 1828 went to reside at Wavertree, near Liverpool ; afterwards removed to Dove's Nest, near Windermere, for one summer, and finally settled in Dublin, where she died in 1835, and was interred in St. Anne's Church.
Mrs. Hemans's principal works are :-Hymns for Childhood ; The Songs of the Affections, etc., including some of the most beautiful lyrical pieces in the language.
*** For permission to insert the accompanying specimens of Mrs. Hemans's poetry, the editor is indebted to the kindness of Messrs. Blackwood & Son.
THE HOUR OF PRAYER.
Warrior, that from battle won
ye see, —
THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. They grew in beauty side by side,
They filled one home with glee: Their graves are severed far and wide,
By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night
er each fair sleeping brow; She had each folded flower in sight
Where are those dreamers now ?
By a dark stream, is laid ;
Far in the cedar shade.
He lies where pearls lie deep;
O'er his low bed may weep.
Above the noble slain ;
On a blood-red field of Spain.
Its leaves, by soft winds fanned ;
The last of that bright band.
And, parted thus, they rest who played
Beneath the same green tree,
Around one parent knee !
And cheered with song the hearth, -
And nought beyond, oh earth !
THE HOMES OF ENGLAND.
The stately homes of England !
How beautiful they stand,
O'er all the pleasant land !
Through shade and sunny gleam,
Of some rejoicing stream.
Around their hearths by night,
Meet in the ruddy light !
Or childhood's tale is told ;
Some glorious page of old. The blessèd homes of England !
How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness
That breathes from Sabbath hours ! Solemn, yet sweet, the church bells' chime
Floats through their woods at morn, All other sounds in that still time
Of breeze and leaf are born.
The cottage homes of England !
By thousands on her plains,
And round the hamlet fanes.
Each from its nook of leaves,
As the birds beneath their eaves.
Long, long, in hut and hall,
To guard each hallowed wall.
And bright the flowery sod,
Its country and its God.
THOMAS BABINGTON, LORD MACAULAY.
(1800--1859.) Born at Rothley Temple, in Leicestershire. Became a member of Trinity College, Cambridge, in his nineteenth year. On quitting the University, he entered Lincoln's Inn as a law student, and was called to the bar in 1826. When in his twenty-fifth year he wrote his celebrated essay on Milton for the “Edinburgh Review.” Entered the House of Commons in 1830 as member for Calne. In 1834 he went to India in the service, and on his return in 1839 was elected member for Edinburgh. Lost his seat in 1847 (but re-elected in 1852 without any effort of his own), and then devoted himself to literary pursuits. Created a peer in 1857; died in 1859 ; and was buried in Poet's Corner, Westminster Abbey.
Macaulay's prose works are:-The History of England from the Accession of James II., and Essays. His chief poetical productions are :— The Spanish Armada ; The Battle of Ivry; and Lays of Ancient Rome.
THE SPANISH ARMADA.* ATTEND all ye who list to hear our noble England's
praise, I tell of the thrice-famous deeds she wrought in ancient
days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of
Spain. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer's day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Ply
mouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond
Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a
mile : At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial
grace ; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in
chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the
wall; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty
hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many
a post. With his white hair unbonnetted, the stout old sheriff
comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers, before him sound
the drums; The yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear an
ample space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her
Grace; * The Editor is indebted to the courtesy of Messrs. Longmans & Co. for permission to insert this ballad.