'  epistle 9 ;  and  it  is  all  the  better  for  being  go.  It  has  the
ease,  and  flow,  and  warmth  of  epistolary  composition,  combined
with  the  grace  and  melody  of  verse.  Delicacy,  rather  than
force,  tenderness  and  elegance,  rather  than  brilliancy,  together
with  an  unaffected  simplicity,  characterize  the  attempt  to  recall
and  picture

1  The  heaths  which  once  his  fathers  trod,
Amidst  the  wild  to  worship  God ;
The  tales  which  fired  his  boyish  eye
With  patriot  feelings,  proud  and  high ;
The  sacred  sabbath's  mild  repose ;
The  social  evening's  saintly  close,
When  ancient  Zion's  solemn  song
Arose  the  lonely  banks  among ;
The  music  of  the  mountain  nils ;
The  moonlight  sleeping  on  the  hills ;
The  Starry  Scriptures  of  the  sky.
By  God's  own  finger  graved  on  high
On  Heaven's  expanded  scroll— whose  speech
To  every  tribe  doth  knowledge  teach,—
When  silent  Night  unlocks  the  seals,
And  to  forgetful  Man  reveals
The  wonders  of  eternal  might,
In  living  lines  of  glorious  light! '
•         ••#•#

'  Now  scatter'd  far  the  smiling  flowers
That  grew  around  these  rustic  bowers :
Ungentle  hearts,  and  strangers  rude.
Have  pass'd  along  its  solitude:
The  hearth  is  cold — the  walla  are  bare,
That  heard  my  grandsire's  evening  prayer ;
Gone— even  the  trees  he  planted  there !
— Yet  still,  dear  Friend,  methinks  'twere  sweet
To  trace  once  more  that  lov'd  retreat ;
Still,  there,  where'er  my  footsteps  roam.
