On, on, I rushed in that last ghastly strength, That lingers still when struck the mortal blow; In search of skies unruffled by a storm. O in that hour what countless ages past, The living heart afar, and all it's beatings stole. From the seared bough it softly bloom'd upon! The last bright link of all my severed chain! Is mute for ever now, save in her father's sigh. Her voice the only sound that charmed mine ear, The one bright gleam to my dim eye-ball known, The one spring-morning in my gloomy year! A mirror where my heart itself might love, My purer day still lingering on her brow; O God! thine every gift the garland wove, [snow. Which wreathed those temples fair, and gemmed their dazzling A gentle bond her mother round me drew, Stern justice rends them all-my God, I drain O welcome, welcome death, if found on Julia's bier! All is resigned, save one soft sunny tressThou canst not grudge me this, insatiate grave, This morn it swept my cheek in fond caress! One stifling sigh, and the dark dream was gone, mercy raise. To read in it's wild gloom my certain fate : Her last fond straining glance beheld me come, Her last word strove to bless me, but too late! Now in that home death revels; nought is there, I listen-yet what sound can aught save woe impart? A. X. Y. F THOMAS CLARKSON, ESQ. THOMAS CLARKSON was born at Wisbech, in Cambridgeshire, on the 28th of March, 1760; his father, the Rev. John Clarkson, a native of Thirsk, in Yorkshire, being, at the time of the birth of the subject of this notice, Master of the Free Grammar School at Wisbech, Afternoon Lecturer in the Church of that town, and Curate of Walsoken, a parish about two miles distant. This estimable clergyman secured very general respect and love by the exemplary fidelity and devotedness with which his various duties were discharged, and in the midst of which he closed his useful life. He ever deemed it an important duty to visit the poor of his flock, especially when they were sick; not only for the purpose of exercising one of the most grateful parts of a Christian pastor's office, viz. relieving their temporal wants; but to administer to them the soothing and welcome consolations of religion. The engagements in the Grammarschool occupied nearly the whole of the day, and left scarcely more than the hours of evening for these visits of mercy. When this devoted clergyman went on this errand to Walsoken, he often did not return until late, occasionally past midnight; but so strong was his sense of duty, that he allowed neither the darkness of the night, the badness of the roads, the intensity of the cold, nor the violence of a tempestuous wintry night in that bleak and comparatively dreary country, to deprive the poor of his presence and sympathy in their seasons of affliction and |