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" Am I so changM? — and )et, we two, 



Oft hand in hand have play'd ; 

 This brow hath been all bath'd in dew, 



From wreaths which thou hast made ! 

 We have knelt down, and said one prayer, 



And sang one vesper-strain ; 

 My thoughts are dim with clouds of care — 



Tell me those words again ! 



" Life hath been heavy on my head ; 



I come, a stricken deer, 

 Bearing the heart, 'midst crowds that bled. 



To bleed in stillness here !" 

 She gaz'd — till thoughts that long had slept 



Shook all her thrilling frame, — 

 She fell upon his neck, and wept. 



And breath'd her Brother's name. 



Her Brother's name ! — and who was He, 



The weary one, th' unknown. 

 That came, the bitter world to Hee, 



A stranger to his own ? 

 He was the Bard of gifts divine 



To sway the hearts of men — 

 He of the song for Salem's shrine, 



He of the sword and pen ! 



F. H. 



HECOLLECTIONS OF DR. I'ARR,* 

 Betiveen the Years 1818 and 1825. 



While the memory of this wonderful man is yet fresli in the minds 

 of his friends and tlie public, no efforts will of course be spared to 

 snatch from obhvion every relic connected with his name : and we have 

 not so much to dread from the want of abundance of materials, as of 

 discrimination in the choice of those fittest to be selected. 



A life of Dr. Parr is now in contemplation by Dr. John Johnson 

 of Birmingham, a gentleman equally calculated by ability and talent, 

 and his long habits of intimacy and friendship with the deceased, to 

 execute such a task. There is but one other person who, from de- 

 votedness of attachment and parity of pursuits, might have been 

 selected in preference : but he is gone before him ; and all that remains 

 for the surviving admirers of departed genius is, each to bring together 

 those scattered recollections, which, like rays collected in one focus, 

 may, when concentrated, throw some light upon a character, in which 

 the scholar, the philanthropist, and the humourist were equally blended. 



• Every lover of learning, and all who possess sufficient moral taste, must feel 

 unusual pleasure in being made acquainted with the domestic habits and manners, 

 and the common tone of thought and conversation of those whom Providence has gifted 

 with intellectual faculties above their fellows. It is therefore gratifying to assure 

 our readers, that these recollections are derived from an authentic so\irce. The 

 leading peints are supported in " A Sketch of the Character of the late Doctor Parr," 

 printed for private distribution, and written by Miss Emily Calcraft, the writer of a 

 short life of Lord Erskine, of which Dr. Parr spoke in terms of the highest approba- 

 tion ; and which, as well as the former tract, are specimens of a pure and forcible style 

 of English composition, not unworthy of the pens of the celebrated characters of which 

 they treat. — Edit. 



