THE FERVOUR OF THE IMPLICIT.

INSIGHT OF THE HEART.
The late Dean Milman, born in 1791, best known by his very valuable labours in history, may be taken as representing a class of writers in whom the poetic fire is ever on the point, and only on the point, of breaking into a flame.

His composition is admirable--refined, scholarly, sometimes rich and even gorgeous in expression--yet lacking that radiance of the unutterable to which the loftiest words owe their grandest power.
Perhaps the best representative of his style is the hymn on the Incarnation, in his dramatic poem, _The Fall of Jerusulem_.

But as an extract it is tolerably known.

I prefer giving one from his few _Hymns for Church Service_.
EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
When God came down from heaven--the living God-- What signs and wonders marked his stately way?
Brake out the winds in music where he trod?
Shone o'er the heavens a brighter, softer day?
The dumb began to speak, the blind to see, And the lame leaped, and pain and paleness fled; The mourner's sunken eye grew bright with glee, And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead.
When God went back to heaven--the living God-- Rode he the heavens upon a fiery car?
Waved seraph-wings along his glorious road?
Stood still to wonder each bright wandering star?
Upon the cross he hung, and bowed his head, And prayed for them that smote, and them that curst; And, drop by drop, his slow life-blood was shed, And his last hour of suffering was his worst.
_The Christian Year_ of the Rev.John Keble (born in 1800) is perhaps better known in England than any other work of similar church character.
I must confess I have never been able to enter into the enthusiasm of its admirers.