The Sabbath. OW still the morning of the hallowed day! Mute is the voice of rural labor, hushed The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song. Less fearful on this day, the limping hare Stops, and looks back, and stops, and looks on man, Her deadliest foe. The toilsome horse set free, Unheedful of the pasture, roams at large; And, as his stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls, Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day. On other days, the man of toil is doomed To eat his joyless bread, lonely; the ground Both seat and board; screened from the Winter's cold, He hopes, yet fears presumption in the hope, WILLIAM COWPER. " WILLIAM COWPER was born November 26, 1731, in Great Berkhampstead. Being of delicate body and mind, and in consequence of trouble with his eyes, his early school-days were interrupted. He spent about eight years at Westminster School, but, being the butt of much ridicule from his school-fellows, it seemed to subdue and embitter his spirits, so much so that many critics concur in believing that the effect of those days can be plainly traced in his writings. Leaving school at eighteen years of age he studied law, but being more inclined to literature than law, we find he constantly rambled from the thorny road of jurisprudence, to the primrose paths of literature." At thirty-two he was appointed Clerk to the House of Lords, but before he was prepared, his mind failed him through nervous excitement, and he retired for a time to a private asylum at St. Albans, and soon recovered. He now retired to Huntingdon, and took up his residence with the Unwins, and after the death of Mr. Unwin accompanied the widow and her daughter to Olney, where he spent many years of much happiness. While at Olney he met the Rev. Jno. Newton, in connection with whom he composed the Olney Hymns. His first volume of poems, con |