CHARLES WARREN STODDARD.




FOREBODINGS.


What weight is this which presses on my soul?
Powerless to rise, I sink amidst the dust:
The days in solemn cycle o'er me roll,
While, praying, I can only wait and trust.

--Trust the dear Hand that all my life has led
Through pastures green, by waters pure and still:
If now He leads me through dark ways and dread,
Shall I dare murmur, whatsoe'er His will?




DEER-PARKS.


There is nothing in England at the present day much more distinctly
an institution of that country than its deer-parks. Although it
seems probable that the Saxons had some sort of enclosed or partially
enclosed chases where deer were hunted or taken in the toils, the
regular and systematic enclosure of parks would appear to have come