IV.

He spake of early friends whom once he loved,
Who climbed the hill of science in their youth
In the pure light of a diviner truth,

Until his inmost breast his troubled spirit moved-
Till all the secret depths of joy and pain
Gave thought and feeling to his look and tone,

Like one who mourned his friends long dead and gone,
Or
Or saw departed lover's shade again :

And, for their sakes, the world seemed dull and rude:
Those speculations of the lofty soul,

Whose single aim was Virtue's highest goal,

Had made a sanctuary in green solitude

While from their burning lips those high truths passed. The oracles he kept which sundered them at last:

V.

THROUGH good and ill report, honour and blame,
Steadfast he kept his faith-firmly adhered

To his first creed, nor slight nor censure feared.
The cause hath triumphed-HAZLITT but a name !
What matters it, since HAZLITT's name shall stand,—
Despite detraction's venom, tyrants' rage,—

The Patriot, Philosopher, and Sage,

High in the annals of his native land!

Oh! say not then that HAZLITT died too soon

Since he had fought and conquered-though the strife Cost him his health-his happiness—his life

Freely he yielded up the noble boon!

He saw the mists of error roll away,

And closed his eyes-but on the rising day.

VI.

SOUL-SICK of the dull world, when thou didst turn
To gentle hearts, forgetful of its strife,

With all the sweet humanities of life,

Pure and intense thy generous breast did burn:
And soon from all life's troubles thou didst part,

After thy weary journey, going to rest,

Midst love and prayers that reached thy inmost breast,
And soothed and sanctified thy broken heart.
They laid thy cold remains-dust unto dust:
In the omnipotence of truth and love,

Thou heldst thy faith, all fear and doubt above,

Or in their dread despite, still kept thy trembling trust Forlorn thy course, oh! traveller alone

Yet o'er thy soul's dim path immortal halos shone !

PROJECT FOR A NEW THEORY OF CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LEGISLATION.

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