And beauty, light, and joy, and bliss, Bring back creation’s loveliness. And so it is, (the thought I love,) With the pure spirits from above. Man has his winter, and they stoop To give desponding mortals hope. Sent by their Maker, they sustain The drooping soul when worn with pain, And point the heart with sorrow riven To the pure joys of love and heaven. Yet though they know man soon shall rise In holy rapture to the skies, They feel such grief as spirits may At all the trials of the way, And long to bear him from the earth To waken in that glorious birth. Yes, there’s a sympathy between The world without and world within, And there’s a sympathetic band Connects us with that happy land. _London, January 1836_. CRIME AND CONSEQUENCE. Fons fraudum et maleficiorum. ’Tis the fountain of cozenage and villainy. _Anatomy of Melancholy_. There resided, many years ago, in a small town in one of the West India islands, an individual known by the name of Waring, whose singular habits attracted much attention, and procured for him no small degree of notoriety. He was apparently between sixty and seventy years of age, tall and thin, but well formed; and the few locks of hair that time had spared, were as white as snow, and strangely contrasted with the bushy jet-black brows beneath which the large eyes yet shone with the lustre of youth, and told of passions which had once been stormy, if they were even now at rest. The upper part of his face indicated intellect and daring, but there was a degree of feebleness about the lips; and the smile, which sometimes curled them, spoke of any thing but joy. He lived in almost total seclusion, avoiding all intercourse which was not absolutely necessary, and entirely confining himself to his own humble residence. In the front part of his house he kept a small retail shop, and there he was to be found from early dawn to dark; and for many years he had pursued this avocation, without ever attempting to increase his business, or holding communion with the people about him, save in the way of trade. Those of whom he purchased his goods were in the habit of calling on him to offer their wares, for he was a good customer, higgling, it is true, about the price, and standing out for the last farthing, but always paying in ready money, and ever exhibiting the most scrupulous honesty. In his small way his trade was extensive, for curiosity induced many from the neighboring country to call upon him; and in the {750} town, the lower classes and the negroes preferred dealing with one who they were sure would not take advantage of their ignorance to defraud them—a degree of integrity remarkably rare among the petty shopkeepers of ——. Of his early history nothing was known. He had come to the island in a small schooner, from some port in North America, and, soon after his arrival, took on lease the house in which he established himself, and which he afterwards purchased.