And Winter always winds his sullen horn, Charlotte Elizabeth. { Born 1790. Died 1846. BORN at Norwich, 1st October 1790. Her father was a clergyman of the English Church. She was married when young to Mr George Phelan. After his death in 1837, she married Mr Tonna. She is best known by her religious prose writings, which are chiefly for the young. THE CHRISTIAN'S WARFARE. SOLDIER go-but not to claim Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure ; Not to dwell in tents of pleasure. Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses; Turn no wishful eye of youth Where the sunny beam reposes:— Soldier rest!-but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow; Such a charge as thou dost keep Girded-grasping sword and shield. Soldier rise!-the war is done, All the conquer'd land of glory; Quit the Cross and take the Crown: David Vedder. BORN in Orkney in 1790. Born 1790. Died 1854. He contributed largely poetical pieces to the periodicals. In 1832 he published "Orcadian Sketches," and in 1842 he issued a collected edition of his poems. Mr Vedder filled the office of tide-surveyor in Leith, and died at Edinburgh in 1854. THE TEMPLE OF NATURE. TALK not of temples-there is one And all the stars of heaven; Its walls are the cerulean sky, Its floor the earth so green and fair; All nature worships there! The Alps arrayed in stainless snow, At sunrise and at sunset glow A thousand fierce volcanoes blaze, The ocean heaves resistlessly, And pours his glittering treasure forth; As if they murmured praise and prayer; The cedar and the mountain pine, In reverence bend to Him; The song-birds pour their sweetest lays, Mrs Sigourney. Born 1791, LYDIA HUNTLY, a distinguished American poetess, born in Connecticut, in 1791. A writer of poetry almost from her childhood, she published, in 1815, a volume of poetry. In 1819 she married Mr Sigourney, a merchant in Hartford. She has since published numerous volumes in prose and poetry, and her name has obtained European celebrity. THE MOTHER'S SACRIFICE. "WHAT shall I render Thee, Father supreme, "Thou hast a little bud |