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    La martine t s case no faction was found to complain of the honour done him . The original of the following Cantate was lately written b y him to obtain the entrance of a young protege ^ into the Orpban House of St . Nicholas . It was sung by the children , and would we had been there to hear them ! Some men subscribed silver—he subscribed song ; and in France he was considered to have as good a title to a nomination as any Croesus whatsoever . Poetry has not in England such a money value . Would Christ's Hospital , or any of our Asylums or Institutions , sell an admission for an Ode , even if Milton came hither again to write it ?] Silence the temple of the Lord o ' erhung , And holy hymns on harps celestial slept ; The odorous embers in the censers swung Were dead—like a vast cloud the incense swept Over the sacred city's walls ; and there Doctors of law , interpreters of prayer ,

    Sat in their pnde ;—Their pensive eyebrows o ' er their eyes were bent ; Or , flinging scornful glances as they went To lecture timid youth , they turn'd aside , And wrinkles shewed on wisdom how intent .

    A child came forth , with such a natural grace , That gathering crowds at his approach gave place ; They tracked the blessed steps where he had gone : He seemed to brighten all the space With supernatural day—all saw—save he alone .

    Chorus . O marvellous story !—What a glorious lay For mother ' s voice o ' er infant's couch to swell ! A Voice . What said the child ? Another .

    Go , ask the angels—they , And only they , can tell . A Voice . Whence came this Ioas ? First Voice . From life ' s shades profound—From exile , silence , and from misery .

    A Voice , How did he hide him from the crowds around ? First Voice . He sought obscurity—In the low labours of an unknown road ; The dawn beneath a cloud ; Hid twenty years ' neath his humility ;—At last he roused him from the mystery—

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    Cantate . 155

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1830, page 155, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2582/page/11/