The Kingston Coronation Stour.

(A Stave, solicited at its Inauguration, Oct. 1850.)

Rejoice! that Praise and Honour at length
Return to their ancient rest,-

As a wounded eagle gathers his strength
To recover his rock-built nest;
For of old, around yon rugged throne
Tradition tenderly clings,

To hail that stone, as its brother of Scone,
The Throne of the Seven Kings!

Edward the Elder there was crown'd,
GREAT Alfred's glorious son,—

And Athelstan, thro' the wide world renown'd
For merchant-trophies won,-

Edmund and Ethelred, in high state,

With Eldred, and Edwy the Fair, And Edward, due to a Martyr's fate, Were throned in honour there!

Thou then, such ancestry's Royal seed,
Britannia's Heiress-Queen!

In grace consider the loyal deed

Thy Saxon children mean;

To the time-hallow'd Past its homage due
The Present wisely brings,

And thus would we pour our chrism anew

On the Throne of the Seven Kings!

A Stave of Sympathy.

(Offered in lieu of a Lecture, to the Young Men's Christian Association, Nov. 1850.)

My blessing, young brother! an honest God-speed,
A Christian and true British cheer!

The best and the wisest among us have need
Of hearty encouragement here :

And wholesome it is to be hail'd, as we go

Along the dark rapids of life,

By those who are weath'ring the perils, and know The way to be steer'd in the strife!

By diligence, brother, and quiet content;
By purity, growing from prayer;
By looking on all things as order'd and sent
From GOD, in His fatherly care;

By thrusting the cup of temptation aside,
And tasting it-no! not a sip!

By cleansing the head from the cobwebs of pride,
And banishing scorn from the lip.

By reading, and working, and doing your best
In all that is duty to do;

By frankness, and fairness, and kindness exprest
To all that have dealings with you;

By cheerfulness, hopefulness, gratitude, truth;
By shunning the thing that is mean;
By looking to GOD as the guide of your youth,
And loving your country and Queen!

Steer thus, O young brother! and you will indeed
Ride safe, though the surges be vext;

In this world I warrant you well to succeed,
And better than well in the next:

Go on, and be prosper'd! "Enough, and to spare,"
To godliness ever is given;

By pureness and diligence, patience and prayer,
You conquer for Earth and for Heaven!

Encouragement.

A COMPANION BALLAD TO THE "STAVE OF SYMPATHY."

Det one more cheer, one brotherly cheer,
To speed the good youth on his way!
There's plenty to hope and little to fear
For those who have chosen the good part here,
While it is called to-day.

Ah! well do I wot the perils and snares
Of this bad world and its lust;

Temptations and sorrows, vexations and cares,
Grow with the heart's young wheat like tares,
And worry it down to the dust!

Yet, better I know, if the spirit will pray,
When trouble is near at hand,-

If the heart pleads hard for grace to obey,
Brother! no sin shall lure thee astray,—
By faith thou still shalt stand!

For Heaven bends over to help and to bless
With all a Redeemer's power

The spirit that strives, when evils oppress,
Its God to serve, and its LORD to confess
In dark temptation's hour.

Thou, then, fair brother, go cheerily forth,
And manfully do your best!
In all sincerity's warmth and worth
Go forth,-be pure, be happy on earth,
And so evermore be blest!

For the Almsbores of the Associates of Mercy.

Stop, O Christian passers-by!
Lend a helping finger here,
And to Mercy's pleading cry

Bend awhile the willing ear;
With your pray'rs and with your alms
Haste to rescue and to bless

By Religion's precious balms,
Many daughters of distress.

Erring sisters! turn aside,

GOD for you hath Mercy still,
Though so lately Sin defied

And despised His holy will;

124 For the Almsbores of the Associates of Mercy.

Turn, the Master calls,-Repent!

Magdalen, forsaken child,

He forgives the penitent,

He can love the most defiled!

Sinful brothers! turn from sin,—

Lest this hour should prove your last;
And, while Conscience speaks within,
Quick! redeem the bitter past :
Turn! and do the best you can,-
Turn, like these, and be forgiven,-
At the call of GOD and Man

Helping for the love of Heaven!

A Call to poor Sempstresses.

Daughters of poverty, jaded and ill,
So vainly prolonging the strife,
How, scarce for to-day, the day's task to fulfil,
And, as for to-morrow, despondingly still
In dread of the battle of life,-

Toiling in pain for a pittance of bread,
Or starving, with nothing to do,
Friendless, and fever'd in heart and in head,
And longing for rest to lie down with the dead,
-A word, my poor sisters, with you!