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Thou shalt look round about, and see
Thousands of crowned souls throng to be
Themselves thy crown-

whose happy names
Heaven keeps upon thy score; thy bright
Life brought them first to kiss the light,

That kindled them to stars.
I will give one more specimen. The construction of the fol-
lowing poem is very awkward; but it is rich in strong and poeti-
cal thoughts and language.


Go now, with some daring drug,
Bait thy disease, and while they tug,
Thou, to maintain their cruel strife,
Spend the dear treasure of thy life.
Go, take physic, doat upon
Some big named composition,
The oraculous doctor's mystic bills,
Certain hard words made into pills :

And what at length shall get by these?
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Only a costlier disease.
Go, poor man, think what shall be
Remedy against thy remedy.
That which makes us have no need
Of physic, that's physic indeed.

Hark hither,* reader, wouldst thou see
Nature her own physician be;
Would'st see a man, all his own wealth,
His own physic, his own health;
A man, whose sober soul can tell,
How to wear her garments well,
Her garments that upon her sit,
As garments should do, close and fit;
A well clothed soul, that's not opprest,

Nor choaked with what she should be drest;
A soul sheathed in a crystal shrine,

Through which all her bright features shine;
As when a piece of wanton lawn,

A thin aërial veil is drawn

O'er beauty's face, seeming to hide,
More sweetly shows the blushing bride;

A soul, whose intellectual beams,
No mists do mask, no lazy steams;
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven, hath a summer's day;
Wouldst see a man, whose well-warmed blood
Bathes him in a genuine flood;

A man whose tuned humors be

A set of rarest harmony;

Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
Age; wouldst see December smile;

Wouldst see a nest of roses grow

In a bed of reverend snow;

Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering
Winter's self into a spring:

In sum, wouldst see a man that can
Live to be old, and yet a man.

I have seen the above verses quoted in some periodical publication, with six additional lines, which I give from memory.

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* That is attend to the rules of Lessius, prescribing exercise and temperance, if thou wouldst see nature her own physician, &c.

No quarrels, murmurs, no delay,
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.

These last verses are not in the copy of Crashaw's works which is before me; and I am uncertain whether they were written by him. If they are not, they are a happy imitation of his manner.

Many single expressions, lines, and short passages of much beauty might be selected from Crashaw. There is rich plunder for a modern poet. The following is from a versification of the 137th Psalm. By the rivers of Babylon, &c.

'If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.'

Sing! play! to whom ah! shall we sing or play,
If not, Jerusalem, to thee?

Ah thee, Jerusalem! ah! sooner may

This hand forget the mastery

Of music's dainty touch, than I
The music of thy memory.

The following is the conclusion of a short poem, in which he expresses his regret, for having indulged too much in sleep.

But thou faint god of sleep, forget that I
Was ever known to be thy votary.
No more my pillow shall thine altar be;
Nor will I offer any more to thee
Myself a melting sacrifice: I'm born
Again a fresh child of the buxom morn;

Heir of the sun's first beams. Why threats't thou so?
Why dost thou shake thy leaden sceptre? Go,
Bestow thy poppy upon wakeful wo,

Sickness and sorrow, whose pale lids ne'er know
Thy downy finger; dwell upon their eyes;
Shut in their tears; shut out their miseries.

The last verses may call to mind the lines of Young.

Swift on his downy pinions flies from wo
And lights on lids unsullied by a tear.

'Bathed in liquid light— The weary lids of wakeful hope' are expressions of Crashaw. We might detach more such sparkles as these, or as the following:

And words more sure, more sweet than they,
Love could not think, truth could not say.

But it may be pleasanter for other readers to discover them for themselves.

The longest of his poems is a translation from the Italian of Marino. Its title is Sospetto d'Herode, (The suspicion of Herod.)

Some resemblance to the thoughts of the original and the language of the translation may be discovered in the Paradise Lost. There are vigorous conceptions and striking expressions in the work of Crashaw, but there is little that fixes itself in the memory; and it is on the whole an uninteresting poem. There are two other lively and poetical pieces, from which I have not quoted. One is a translation of the poem of Moschus, called Cupid Runaway,' or as it is named by Crashaw, •Cupid's crier.' The title of the other is · Music's duel.' It is a versification of the story of Strada of a contest between a musician and a nightingale; in which the nightingale, being overcome, dies of exhaustion and grief. There are others of his poems which discover more than common genius; but in these the flame is, for the most part, mingled with thick smoke, and flashes bright only for a moment.

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This is a question of more practical importance, probably, than is generally apprehended. Men are sceptical on the subject of religion, or their faith is feeble and mingled with doubts and uncertainty, not for want of sufficient evidence, but because they have pot considered what kind of proof the subject admits of, and wbat degree of evidence ought to satisfy a fair inquirer. This state of mind is, perhaps, partly induced by a circumstance, which is in other respects of great value to us; I mean the time

; and manner in which religion is first presented to us. privilege, and one of inestimable value we ought to esteem it, to receive its truths by early education. We draw in its great

. and momentous doctrines with our first instructions. The mind is formed, the character is shaped, the course of life receives its direction from it, even before we are capable of understanding its nature, or of having any distinct knowledge, or making any correct estimate, of the evidence upon which it rests.

But this advantage is not pure and unmixt. It is balanced in some measure by an attendant disadvantage. For our religion, pure

and perfect as it is in itself, thus comes to us at first debased in a greater or less degree by its mixture with human corruptions. When afterwards, therefore, at a mature age, what was at first -received upon trust becomes a subject of examination, and we have occasion to look into the grounds of our faith, we

* See Todd's Inquiry into the Origin of Paradise Lost.

proceed under the disadvantage that arises from a disposition to scepticism, which is produced by a discovery of what is false and erroneous in the views that had been received upon authority. And under the influence of the prejudice thus excited, there is danger that we shall demand too much, and insist on a kind of evidence or degree of proof, which the subject does not admit. Against such an influence it is important that we should be placed upon our guard.

It is doubtless a wise and kind provision of heaven in the constitution of things, that our faith should thus stand at first upon authority alone. But it cannot be imagined to be the design of heaven, that it should continue to rest on no other foundation. When afterwards, therefore, we seek other support, much depends upon our knowing with what kind of support we ought to be satisfied.

Nothing can be more clear, than the right which each one has to know the certainty of that which is proposed as the object of faith; yet he is required to make a reasonable use of that right. He is justly expected to pursue his examination with fairness and to accept of such kind of evidence, and to rest satisfied with such degree of proof, as the subject will admit of, and not to require that, of which it is not capable.

Now religion in general, and Christianity in particular, is offered to us only upon the ground of moral evidence. It can be offered to us upon no other ground. Its truths are proper objects of faith; and I shall endeavour to show, that proposed as they are, they are the objects of a reasonable faith, and not liable to objection; in the first place, because they stand on the same ground, in this respect, with other truths, which are received without hesitation, and upon which we act in the ordinary business, and in the common interests of life; and in the next place, because from the very nature of religion it were to be expected, that they would be presented upon such evidence, and such only.


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Now with respect to other truths which are most firmly believed, and upon the faith of which we feel ourselves fully authorised to act, where even great interests are depending; how few are supported, or are capable of being supported by any other, than moral evidence? They have not the testimony of our sensesthey are not subjected to the infallible text of consciousnessare not susceptible of demonstration. They rest upon human testimony, which though it may mistake or intentionally deceive, is yet deemed a reasonable ground of faith, where evidence of à different kind is not to be obtained. Or they are grounded upon presumptions, which have singly but little force; the

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