. The Saturday magazine . -ough the myrtle-boughs?— Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?Or midst the green islands of glittering fragrant forests perfume the strange, bright birds, on their starry wingsBear the rich hues of all glorious things ? — Not there, not there, my child! \ Is it far away, in some region the rivers wander oer sands of gold ?Wliere the burning rays of the ruby the diamond lights up the secret the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ?—Is
. The Saturday magazine . -ough the myrtle-boughs?— Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?Or midst the green islands of glittering fragrant forests perfume the strange, bright birds, on their starry wingsBear the rich hues of all glorious things ? — Not there, not there, my child! \ Is it far away, in some region the rivers wander oer sands of gold ?Wliere the burning rays of the ruby the diamond lights up the secret the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ?—Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? — Not there, not there, my child! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy !Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ;Dreams cannot picture a world so fair—Sorrow and death may not enter there ;Time doth not breathe on its fadeless beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb. —It is there, it is there, my child !Mrs. —2 108 THE SATURDAY MAGAZINE. [March 23,. Bishops College, Calcutta, BISHOP is scarcely a name, within our own day,whose very sound excites more dehghtful recollec-tions and associations, than that of Reginald is here called by the simple title by which hewill always be the best known, and the most fondlyremembered, by his friends 3 and his friends werealmost all who had the happiness of his men have ever been in fuller possession of theenviable power of making themselves universallybeloved. Without popular arts, without compro-mising his opinions, which he always maintainedsteadily and decidedly, he yet was able to win theaffections of all who approached him, high and low,old and young, grave and gay, in a manner noteasily paralleled. And the great secret of his attrac-tion was this :—he had a heart overflowing withthe milk of human kindness. Hence, his benevolencewas not studied or affected ; it was not overbearingor ostentatious 5 it imparted a mild and unpr
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