Where the green banners of the forest float, Where, from the Sun’s imperial domain, Armour’d in gold, attentive to the note Of piping birds, the sturdy trees remain, Those never-angered armies; where the plain Boasts to the day its bosom ornaments Of corn and fruitage; where the low refrain Of seaside music song on song invents, Laden with placid thought, whereto the heart assents, Often I wander. Nor does the light Noon, Garrulous to man’s eye, declaring all That Morning pale (watched by her spectre moon, Or solemn Vesper, seated near the pall Of Day) holds unrevealed; nor does the fall Of curtain on our human pantomime, The sweeping by of Day’s black funeral Through Night’s awe-stricken realms, with tread sublime, Chiefly delight my heart; beauty pervades all time. Morning: the Day is innocent, and weeps; Noon: she is wedded and enjoys the Earth; Evening: wearied of the world she sleeps. Night watches till another Day has birth. The innocence of Morning, and the mirth Of Noon, the holy calm of Eventide, The watching while Day is not, there is dearth Of joy within his soul who hath not cried: “I welcome all, O God,—share all Thou wilt provide!” THE PRESERVATION OF LIFE FROM SHIPWRECK. It is a difficult matter to reconcile with the sympathy, which it is well-known the sufferings of the unfortunate always receive in England, the apparent apathy which exists among the public, on a subject so important as the preservation of Life from Shipwreck. Several pleas in extenuation have been urged by those most interested. In the first place, there is that natural hardihood and contempt of danger in the English sailor, which it is, occasionally, impossible to tame down to anything like prudence and forethought. This indomitable spirit of emulation and daring, is found to be the greatest enemy to the adoption of any of those appliances which science has rendered available. The Deal boatman trusts his life in precisely the same sort of craft that his father, and his father’s father, did before him. Confident in, and proud of, the skill which he has inherited from them, he scorns to tarnish, as he falsely reasons, his name by the habitual use of buoy or belt, lest those of his comrades who are firmly entrenched behind their ancient prejudices, should set him down as faint-hearted, and unworthy the honourable name of a “Deal boatman.”