Thou, smooth stream!

Art winding still thy sunny meads along,
Murm'ring to cottage and grey hall thy song,
Low, sweet, unchanged. My being's tide hath pass'd
Through rocks and storms: yet will I not complain,
If thus wrought free and pure from earthly stain,
Brightly its waves may reach their parent deep at last."
MRS. HEMANS.

BY

FRANCIS E. PAGET, M.A.

RECTOR OF ELFORD,

AND CHAPLAIN TO THE LORD BISHOP OF OXFORD.

"Now if a shepherd know not which grass will bane, and which
not, how is he fit to be a shepherd? Wherefore the Parson hath
thoroughly canvassed all the particulars of human actions, at least
all those which he observeth are most incident to his parish."