Tu crackling embers on the hearth are dead;
The in-<l.oor note of industry i& still;
The latch i!l fast ; upon the window-sill
The small birds wait not for their daily breiHI:
The voiceleaB flowers-how quietly they abed
Their nightly odours t and the household rill
Murmurs continuous dulcet sounds, that fill
The vacllllt expectation, and the dread
Of listening night. And haply now abe sleepe ;
For all the garrulous noises of the air
Are huah'd in peace.
1IARTJ&r CoLERIDGE.MmNIGBT was come, and every vitnl thing
With sweet so11nd sleep their weary limbs did rest:
Tpe beasts were still, the liltle birds that sing,
Now sweetly slept, beside their mother's bl'eaat,
The old and all well sh1·ourled in their nest;
The waters calm, the cruel seas did cease,
The woods, and fields, and aU things held their pence.
The golden stare were whirl'd amid their race,
And on the earth di·l laugh with twinkling light,
When ench thing, nestled in hie resting-place,
Forgot day's paio with pleasua·e of the night:
The hare had not the greedy hounds in sight,
The fear£11l deer of death stood not in doubt,
The partridge dream' d not of the falcon's foot.The ugly bear now minded not the stake,
Nor how the cruel masti£1'3 do !aim tear;
The stag lAy atilt unrousetl from the bmke ;
The foamy boar fear'd uot the buuter's spear:
All things wet·e still iu daaert, b ush, IUltl brere.
&CICVILLE,