From the pure depths of her humanity! Firm and unflinching, as the Lighthouse reared As when it guarded holy Cuthbert's cell.* All night the storm had raged, nor ceased, nor paused, When, as day broke, the Maid, through misty air, Espies far off a Wreck, amid the surf, Beating on one of those disastrous isles Half of a Vessel, half-no more; the rest Or thither thronged for refuge.† With quick glance Creatures how precious in the Maiden's sight! Where every parting agony is hushed, And hope and fear mix not in further strife. "But courage, Father! let us out to sea— A few may yet be saved." The Daughter's words, *St Cuthbert of Durham, born about 635, was first a shepherd boy, then a monk in the monastery of Melrose, and afterwards its prior. He left Melrose for the island monastery of Lindisfarne; but desiring an austerer life than the monastic, he left Lindisfarne, and became an anchorite, in a hut which he built with his own hands, on one of the Farne islands. He was afterwards induced to accept the bishopric of Hexham, but soon exchanged it for the see in his old island home at Lindisfarne, and after two years there resigned his bishopric, returning to his cell in Farne island, where he died in 687. His remains were carried to Durham, and placed within a costly shrine.-ED. + Fifty-four persons had perished, before Darling's lifeboat reached the wreck.-ED. Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith, To launch the boat; and with her blessing cheered, Together they put forth, Father and Child! Here to elude and there surmount, they watch True to the mark, They stem the current of that perilous gorge, Their arms still strengthening with the strengthening heart, Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames And difficulty mastered, with resolve That no one breathing should be left to perish, Placed in the little boat, then o'er the deep Are safely borne, landed upon the beach, And, in fulfilment of God's mercy, lodged Within the sheltering Lighthouse.-Shout, ye Waves! Breathes out from floor or couch, through pallid lips INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT IN CROSTHWAITE CHURCH, IN THE VALE OF KESWICK. YE vales and hills whose beauty hither drew The poet's steps, and fixed them here, on you, His eyes have closed! And ye, loved books, no more To works that ne'er shall forfeit their renown, For the State's guidance, or the Church's weal, Or Fancy, disciplined by studious art, I have received from Lord Coleridge the following extracts from letters written by Wordsworth to his father, the Hon. Justice Coleridge, in reference to the Southey Inscription in Crosthwaite Church. Wordsworth seems to have submitted the proposed Inscription to Mr Coleridge's judgment, and the changes he made upon it, in deference to the opinions he received, shew, as Lord Coleridge says, "the extreme care Wordsworth took to have the substance and the expression also as perfect as he could make it." The original draft of the "Inscription" was as follows:: SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF ROBERT SOUTHEY, WHOSE MORTAL REMAINS ARE INTERRED IN THE ADJOINING CHURCHYARD. HE WAS BORN AT BRISTOL, OCTOBER Y 4TH, 1774, AND DIED, AFTER A RESIDENCE OF NEARLY FORTY YEARS, AT GRETA HALL IN THIS PARISH, MARCH 21ST, 1843. Ye Vales and Hills, whose beauty hither drew The Poet's steps, and fixed them here, on you His eyes have closed; and ye, loved Books, no more To Works that ne'er shall forfeit their renown This Memorial was erected by friends of Robert Southey. Through a life long and pure; and Christian faith December 6th. MY DEAR MR JUSTICE COLERIDGE, Notwithstanding what I have written before, I could not but wish to meet your wishes upon the points which you mentioned, and, accordingly, have added and altered as on the other side of this paper. If you approve don't trouble yourself to answer. Ever faithfully yours, W. WORDSWORTH. "Ye torrents foaming down the rocky steeps, Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot's mind These alterations are approved of by friends here, and I hope will please you. MY DEAR MR JUSTICE COLERIDGE, Pray accept my thanks for the pains you have taken with the Inscription, and excuse the few words I shall have to say upon your remarks. There are two lakes in the Vale of Keswick; both which, along with the lateral Vale of Newlands immediately opposite Southey's study window, will be included in the words "Ye Vales and Hills" by everyone who is familiar with the neighbourhood. I quite agree with you that the construction of the lines that particularize his writings is rendered awkward by so many participles passive, and the more so on account of the transitive verb informed. One of these participles may be got rid of, and, I think, a better couplet produced by this alteration "Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot's mind By reverence for the rights of all mankind." As I have entered into particulars as to the character of S.'s writings, and they are so various, I thought his historic works ought by no |