WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, the distinguished poet, and uncle of the preceding writer, was born at Cockermouth, Cumberland, on the 7th April, 1770. He studied at St. John's College. Cambridge, where he took B.A. in 1791. He early devoted himself to a literary career. His first poetical efforts were published in 1793. The first volume of his "Lyrical Ballads" appeared in 1798. In 1814, he gave to the world his great poem, "The Excursion." From his thirtieth year, he resided amidst the beautiful scenery of the Cumberland lakes. In 1813, he was appointed distributor of stamps for Westmoreland, which yielded him £500 a year. In 1842, he received a civil list pension of £300, and in the year following was appointed PoetLaureate. He died at his residence of Rydal Mount, near Grasmere, on the oth April, 1850. HYMN FOR NOONDAY. Up to the throne of God is borne Nor will He turn His ear aside, What though our burden be not light, Is in the thankful creature's power. Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Each field is then a hallow'd spot, An altar is in each man's cot, Look up to heaven! the industrious sun He cannot halt nor go astray, Lord, since his rising in the east, Help with Thy grace, through life's short day, And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. ANDREW YOUNG. ANDREW YOUNG is a native of Edinburgh. His father, David Young, was upwards of fifty years one of the most successful teachers in that city. The subject of this notice passed through a literary and theological course of study at the University of Edinburgh. In 1830. he was elected by the Edinburgh Town-Council to the Head-Mastership of the Niddry Street School. In this situation he remained eleven years. In 1840, he was preferred to the English Mastership in Madras College, St. Andrews, an appointment which he held for thirteen years. Since his retirement from public duty, Mr. Young has resided in Edinburgh. The following Sunday-school hymn, which he composed many years ago, appears anonymously in the Collections. A correct copy has been kindly supplied to us by the author. THE HAPPY LAND. THERE is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. Come to this happy land, Come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand- T T Oh we shall happy be, Bright in that happy land Kept by a Father's hand, On then to glory run; Be a crown and kingdom won; And bright above the sun Reign, reign for aye. APPENDIX. WILLIAM BALL. WILLIAM BALL was originally engaged in legal pursuits. In 1835, he purchased the beautiful estate of Glen Rothay, near Rydal, Westmoreland. He has employed a portion of his time in poetical composition. Among a number of volumes which he has printed, intended chiefly for private circulation, are "Hymns or Lyrics," 1864, 12mo; "Notices of Kindred and Friends Departed." 1865; and "The Story of James Beattie, the Aberdeenshire Schoolmaster, versified," 1866. Mr. Ball is a member of the Society of Friends. The two following lyrics, from his pen, have been inserted with his permission. "THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH." PRAISE to Jesus! Praise to God For the pristine promise made For the light of sacrifice, Till the Morning Star should rise. For the harp of prophecy, For the sacred standard spread; For His love's inviting call, For the crown of thorns He wore ; For the dying word He said, Seal'd with "blood of sprinkling" shed. For the radiant rising dawn, For the sting of death withdrawn ; For the victory gain'd so well O'er the grave, and over hell. For His glorious reign on high, For His parting promise dear Of His presence, alway near; For the pledge that we shall rise, That our Friend our Judge shall be. All redeeming bounty gives: Saviour! these to Thee we owe, STREAMS IN THE DESERT. "He showed me a pure river of water of life."-Rev. xxii. 1. THERE is a pure and tranquil wave That rolls around the throne of love, |