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'Who measures ocean, rolled
Obedient to the moon?
Or grasps the shafts of gold
Shot by the sun in June?
Who can outstrip in speed
The lightning-flash, and flee?
Name him!--if such his deed,
The first of mortals he!

'GOD is th' unreckoned ONE!
No language tells His power,
By whom the planets run
Their race from hour to hour.
God is the All-in-all;

God is the shoreless sea;
Swifter than lightning's fall,

Deeper than oceans be!

'Well may'st thou leaves that sweep Reckon, and stars above;

Well may'st thou sound the deepBut ne'er Divinest Love.

Well may'st thou oceans mete

But ne'er the smile, so fair,
With which He turns to greet
The weeping sinner's prayer!


'O Thou Love celestial,

O Thou gentle hand of God,
All my spirit's yearnings
Draw to Thy abode!

'Here alone are sorrows,
Here alone are idle cares,

Fruitless aspirations,
Falsehoods and despairs.

'Here alone is labour,

Battle sore when at the best;

Jarrings late and early

Banish sacred rest.

'All of us, as blinded,

Grope in dreary darkness round;
Through the shades we seek Thee,

But Thou art not found.

'O Thou Fount of glory!

O Thou Well of every joy!

All my soul irradiate,
All its grief destroy!

'Confidence in Need."

'Draw me, Love celestial,
Up from midnight to the day;
Draw my spirit's yearnings
Far from earth away!

'Love of Jesus! draw me,
Draw me wholly to Thy shrine;
Let me, flower-like, blossom
In Thy rays Divine.

'Love of Jesus! mirror

Of all life and light supreme,
Give me wings of sunshine
To escape my dream;

Soaring ever upwards
To a home beyond the stars,
Earth for aye forgotten,
With its woes and wars!'


In the following lines the echo of the 'Suspiria de profundis' dies softly in the distance, and Faith, Hope, and Love regain their salutary sway :


'When out of darkness deep and dreary
I sigh, "Awake, thou golden light!"
When tears and groans, companions weary,
Are mine through all my starless night;
When life's illusive joys depart,
What calms alone my aching heart?

'When on the ocean-deeps of error
My bark to every tempest veers,


And conscience with its voice of terror
Peals through the storm-clouds on my ears,
What anchor have I in the hour
When hope itself has lost its power?

'The anchor THOU !-life's dearest treasure,
Jesus, Redeemer of my soul!-

Changing to tides of peace and pleasure
The waves of anguish as they roll;
Thou Well from which the waters flow
That cleanse from sin and free from woe.

'The anchor THOU! a stay the surest,
When round me surging sorrows war;
Sun of all suns the fairest, purest;
Light of all lights the sweetest far;
Eternal Word! Incarnate Son!
Among ten thousand chiefest One!

'O depth of Love, that knows no sounding
By any plummet angels wield,

Would that thy grace yet more abounding
Swept all our foemen from the field!
Would that it shone with brighter ray
Upon us in our battle-day!

'Would that, no longer tempest-driven,
We better knew thy wondrous lore,
By which alone we guide to heaven
Our barks from earth's polluted shore,
By which alone in darkness we
May steer our course, from error free!

Oh, teach us this, Redeemer gracious!
Illumine Thou our vessel's chart,

And with Thy light so pure and precious

Inundate all the erring heart;

Light that, though sun and moon should fade,
Will shine eternally displayed!'

The stanzas we quote in conclusion show traces of the old fervid eloquence of Arndt's secular poetry. His 'Invocation 'to the Word' must be our last extract.

'O Word of God, O sword of might,

How keen thy edge, how sharp and bright;
Invisible to mortal eye,

It smites, it pierces, far and nigh.

'O Word of God, O sword of might,
At once our terror and our light!
Thy power Divine all secrets knows,
And round the world majestic goes.
'Now, like a tempest through the soul,
Thy lightnings flash, thy thunders roll;
Now o'er the heart, with gentle play,
Thou breathest like the wind in May.
'O Word, so powerful and so true,
Primeval Word, yet ever new,
Let all thy THUNDERS teach me this-
To flee from hell, to rise to bliss!
'O Word, with gracious gentle play,
Breathe o'er me like the wind in May!
Let all thy WHISPERS teach me this-
To flee from sin, to soar to bliss!
'Then all that seems mysterious here
Will star-bright grow and heaven-clear
Then, though on earth, my life will lie
Hidden with Jesus in the sky.

Gibraltar and Spain.

'O Word, so powerful and so true,
Primeval Word, yet ever new!
O Word of love, O Word of light,
Forsake not my terrestrial night.'


Certain other aspects of Arndt's intellectual exertions we cannot fitly at present indicate. To his professional career at Greifswald and Bonn, and his labours in the fields of philosophy and history, as well as to the external incidents of his life, we have not attempted, even in passing, to allude. Our object was, partly, to exhibit the more popular and influential phase of his peculiar poetic genius; mainly, to present him in the character of devotional poet; and in doing both, to pay a tardy but heartfelt tribute of respect to the memory of the illustrious dead. Requiescat in pace; and not in peace only, but renown. His birthplace was by the many-sounding waters of the stormy Baltic: he died beside the glorious Rhine, the river he loved so well. True types of all his poetry, the scenes of his nativity and decease! In that poetry the rude, indomitable power of the half-Saxon, half-Scandinavian north is beautifully blended with southern warmth and sweetness, and the spirit of the Rhine and the spirit of the Baltic are felt to embrace and commingle. But whatever may be the view taken of the general significance and value of his poetry, only a single opinion, as experience has proved, can be entertained of his patriotic effusions: that they possess transcendent merit. Through them he has left an undying name behind him, and through them he has stamped the impress of his own noble spirit deep on the national heart of Germany. Finally, in that section of his works which we have been more minutely considering, he has superadded the palm of the Christian to the laurel of the bard and the hero, and proved how rich a hymnology may flower forth from the soul of one who, like Arndt, is simultaneously a poet, a patriot, and a believer.

ART. IV. The History of Gibraltar, and of its Political Relation to Events in Europe, from the Commencement of the Moorish Dynasty in Spain to the Last Morocco War. By CAPTAIN SAYER, Civil Magistrate at Gibraltar. London: Saunders, Ottley, & Co. IN the present position of Europe, and more especially in the unsettled condition of the countries watered by the Mediterranean Sea, any history of the fortress of Gibraltar must possess for a maritime nation no common interest. To England the history of the rock fortress is of nearer concernment. Gained by the valour of her soldiers and sailors, it has been in the pos

session of the crown of England for nearly one hundred and sixty years; and after undergoing one of the most memorable and lengthened sieges of which there is any record in history-a siege which lasted three years, seven months, and twelve days -it is still possessed by that nation whose destiny it has been, and we trust it will ever be, to hold the trident of Neptune. No fortress in ancient or modern times has sustained so many sieges as Gibraltar. This alone would render the rock memorable in the annals of history. But when it is considered that the most protracted of these sieges has been sustained by Great Britain against the united arms of France and Spain, the interest of the volume before us becomes, so to speak, more personal and absorbing. We dwell on the details with a satisfaction not unmixed with a proper and justifiable pride, and we become more and more desirous of learning the earlier history of a place which has been beleaguered some fourteen or fifteen times by Moor, Spaniard, Englishman, and Gaul. Few are the works which have been written on Gibraltar in the English language. The records of its early history, under Mahometan rule, may be collected in the works of Gayangos, Condé, Ayala, and Montero, and there is a good deal touching its condition in the pages of the Jesuit Mariana, whose great history of Spain was originally written in Latin. But these are sealed books to the majority of English readers, and the folio edition of Mariana, printed in English a century and a half ago, is now rarely met with. Captain Stevens's work on Spain, in which some mention is also made of Gibraltar, is as difficult of procurement as Mariana; and we are acquainted with no other works than these, concerning the Mons Calpe, in the English language, if we except the 'History of the Herculean Straits,' given to the public by Colonel James in 1771, and Drinkwater's graphic History of 'the Siege,' published about fifteen years later, a work which had become very scarce till Mr. Murray ventured on a reprint, in 1845 or 1846, in a half-crown volume. Under these circumstances it was a happy thought of Captain Sayer to undertake the work at present before us. He has been for many years Civil Magistrate at Gibraltar, and in that capacity has had the fullest access to papers, records, and official documents of all kinds. Many original and unpublished letters from the Prince of Hesse, Sir George Eliott, the Duc de Crillen, Collingwood, and Lord Nelson, have been thrown open to him, and of these he has made a judicious use. Nor has he been content with such materials as he could find in the strong boxes of the rock itself. He has searched the Egerton, Leake, King, and other MSS., in the British Museum, and these papers have supplied

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