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a cord of as binding force as the chains recorded in the Prometheus Vinctus, which he read the last halfyear; and, in short, he is a puling white-faced, hobbledehoy; a nondescript, intolerable in the eyes of the whole human family-from very old men down to very young ladies. Before he has been six months in India, he is as much a man as his grandfather-holds up his head at parade as if he were a field-marshal-has no dread of schoolmasters, or of any living thing, beast or man, or mixture of both-and heads a party of gallant spearsmen in their rush upon a whitetusked boar, without its ever entering into his head to enquire whether "his mother knows he's out." As to the feelings of that venerable matron when she finds out that Tommy has more stirring amusements than playing cricket that he has actually looked a royal Bengal tiger in the face, and discharged a bullet with unblenching cheek and unquivering hand right into the monster's forehead, she will hardly believe it can be the same dear Tommy that she remembers one little year before, with no higher ambition inflating his little heart than to have a gun of his own, and to be allowed to kill crows. Oh! mothers of innumer

able Tommies-whose hearts leap up whenever you hear the word India mentioned lay this soothing unction to your souls, that the mortality is as great in the heart of old England itself as in Hindostan-that more lives are lost in one season galloping after a fox, than in a century by teeth or paw of boar or tiger-and finally, that your darling will return at the end of the first ten years, with an epaulet on each shoulder, a liver sound and whole, and a cargo of shawls and turbans that will make you and his sisters the envy of the whole neighbourhood! We therefore conclude, after the example of the Rev. Dr Poundtext, with this practical exhortation-stir up "the governor," by all the means in your power, to send out to the aforesaid Tommy a new rifle, and an extra supply, to enable him to sport a good horse; for unless these two instruments be of the best quality, we cannot answer for the consequences - old rifles are apt to burst, and old horses to fall down-a disagreeable incident, you will allow, within fifty feet of a tiger, or a couple of yards of a boarand what a pity it would be if Tommy's beauty should be injured, all for the want of an additional hundred pounds!

TO THE MOCKING BIRD.

THOU glorious mocker of the world! I hear
Thy many voices ringing through the glooms
Of these green solitudes and all the clear,
Bright joyance of thy song enthralls the ear,
And floods the heart. Over the sphered tombs
Of vanish'd nations rolls thy music-tide.

No light from history's starlike page illumes
The memory of those nations. They have died.
None cares for them but thou :-And thou mayst sing
Perhaps o'er me, as now thy song does ring
Over their bones by whom thou once wast deified.

Thou scorner of all cities! Thou dost leave

The world's turmoil and never-ceasing din, Where one from other's woe existence weaves, Where the old sighs, the young turns grey and grieves, Where misery gnaws the maiden's heart within : And thou dost flee into the broad green woods, Where with thy soul of music thou dost win Their heart to harmony-no jar intrudes Upon thy sounding melody. Oh, where, Amid the sweet musicians of the air, Is one so dear as thee to these old solitudes?

Ha! what a burst was that! The Eolian strain
Goes floating through the tangled passages
Of the lone woods-and now it comes again-
A multitudinous melody, like a rain

Of glassy music under echoing trees,
Over a ringing lake. It wraps the soul,
Even as a gem is wrapp'd, when round it roll
Thin waves of brilliant flame-till we become,
With very excess of deep pleasure, dumb,
And pant, like a swift runner clinging to the goal.
I cannot love the man who doth not love

(Even as men love light) the song of birds:
For the first visions that my boy-heart wove
To fill its sleep with, were, that I did rove
Amid the woods, what time the snowy herds
Of morning cloud fled from the rising sun
Into the depths of heaven's heart, as words
That from the poet's lips do fall upon

And vanish in the human heart; and then
I revell'd in those songs, and sorrow'd when,
With noon-heat overwrought, the music's burst was done.
I would, sweet bird, that I might live with thee,
Amid the eloquent grandeur of these shades,
Alone with nature--but it may not be.
I have to struggle with the tossing sea
Of human life, until existence fades
Into Death's darkness. Thou wilt sing and soar
Through the thick woods and shadow-chequer'd glades,
While nought of sorrow casts a dimness o'er

The brilliance of thy heart-but I must wear,
As now, my garmenting of pain and care,
As penitents of old their galling sackcloth wore.
Yet why complain? What though fo ndhopes deferr'd
Have overshadow'd Youth's green paths with gloom!
Still, Joy's rich music is not all unheard-
There is a voice sweeter than thine, sweet bird!
To welcome me within my humble home :--
There is an eye with Love's devotion bright,
The darkness of existence to illume!

Then why complain? When Death shall cast his blight
Over the spirit, then my bones shall rest
Beneath these trees and from thy swelling breast,
O'er them thy song shall pour, like a rich flood of light.

ALFRED PIKE- ARKANSAS.

MALACHI.

THE final predictions of this Prophet are well known for their powerful and lofty threatenings of national ruin. Yet the condition of his country at the moment, was unquestionably the last which could have justified any human conjecture of its dissolution by Divine vengeance. The people had but lately rebuilt their Temple, had conformed to the renewed law of their fathers, had received the recovered Scriptures, and had commenced a new and purified polity. That there

were remnants of the habits and corruptions of Babylonish life among them, is obvious from his rebukes, and those of Zechariah and Ezra. But those were slight stains, and the error which was predicted as the final source of their ruin-a ruin, too, at the distance of four hundred years was of a wholly opposite character, the national disdain of contact with the Gentile world, the national pride in the exclusiveness of their religion, and the national vindictiveness against that

Mightiest of all Teachers, and Supreme of all Sovereigns, who came to announce the admission of mankind into the privileges of Israel. Independently of our direct knowledge of the universal inspiration of Scripture, this utter dissimilarity to human conclusions must make us feel that this awful denouncement of the matured vices of a land, then in their first period of regeneration, was the work of a knowledge above man. Malachi is said to have died young, after assisting the members of the Great Synagogue in the re-establishment of the law of the nation.

A SOUND on the rampart,
A sound at the gate;
I hear the roused lioness
Howl to her mate.
In the thicket at midnight,
They roar for the prey
That shall glut their red jaws
At the rising of day.
For wrath is descending

On Zion's proud tower;
It shall come like a cloud,
It shall wrap like a shroud,
Till, like Sodom, she sleeps
In a sulphurous shower.

For behold! the day cometh,
When all shall be flame;
When, Zion! the sackcloth
Shall cover thy name;
When thy bark o'er the billows
Of Death shall be driven;
When thy tree, by the lightnings,
From earth shall be riven:

When the oven, unkindled

By mortal, shall burn;
And like chaff thou shalt glow
In that furnace of woe;
And, dust as thou wert,

Thou to dust shalt return.

'Tis the darkness of darkness, The midnight of soul!

No moon on the depths

Of that midnight shall roll.

No starlight shall pierce

Through that life-chilling haze;

No torch from the roof

Of the Temple shall blaze.

But, when Israel is buried
In final despair,
From a height o'er all height,
God of God, Light of Light,
Her Sun shall arise-

Her great Sovereign be there!

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Who rushes from Heaven?
The angel of wrath;
The whirlwind his wing,
And the lightning ing his his path.

His hand is uplifted,

It carries a sword: 'Tis ELIJAH! he heralds

The march of his Lord!

Sun, sink in eclipse!

Earth, earth, shalt thou stand,
When the cherubim wings
Bear the King of thy kings?
Woe, woe to the ocean,
Woe, woe to the land!

'Tis the day long foretold,

'Tis the judgment begun; Gird thy sword, Thou most Mighty! Thy triumph is won.

The idol shall burn

In his own gory shrine :
Then, daughter of anguish,
Thy dayspring shall shine!
Proud Zion, thy vale

With the olive shall bloom,
And the musk-rose distil
Its sweet dews on thy hill;
For earth is restored,

The great kingdom is come!
Έως.

JERUSALEM.

VAST as is the period, and singular as are the changes of European history since the Christian era, Judea still continues to be the most interesting portion of the world. Among other purposes, it may be for the purpose of fixing the general eye upon this extraordinary land, that it has been periodically visited by a more striking succession of great public calamities than perhaps any other region. With less to attract an invader than any other conspicuous land of the East, it has been constantly exposed to invasion. Its ruin by the Romans in the first century did not prevent its being assailed by almost every barbarian, who, in turn, assumed the precarious sovereignty of the neighbouring Asia. After ages of obscure misery, a new terror came in the Saracen invasion, which, under Amrou, on the conquest of Damascus, rolled on Palestine. A siege of four months, which we may well conceive to have abounded in horrors, gave Jerusalem into the hands of the Kaliph Omar. On the death of Omar, who died by the usual fate of Eastern princes-the dagger-the country was left to the still heavier misgovernment of the Moslem viceroys-a race of men essentially barbarian, and commuting their crimes for their zeal in proselytism. The people, of course, were doubly tormented.

Ottoman, until its conquest, a few years ago, by that most extraordinary of all Mussulmans, the Pacha of Egypt,

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dreary period of 500 years, under the most desolating government of the world. It is equally impossible to read the Scriptural references to the future condition of Palestine, without discovering a crowd of the plainest and most powerful indications, that it shall yet exhibit a totally different aspect from that of its present state. Enthusiasm, or even the natural interest which we feel in this memorable nation, may colour the future to us too brightly; but unless language of the most solemn kind, uttered on the most solemn occasions, and by men divinely commissioned for its utterance, is wholly unmeaning, we must yet look to some powerful, unquestionable, and splendid display of Providence in favour of the people of Israel.

The remarkable determination of European politics towards Asia Minor, Syria, and Egypt, within these few years; the not less unexpected change of manners and customs, which seemed to defy all change; and the new life infused into the stagnant governments of Asia, even by their being flung into the whirl of European interests, look not unlike signs of the times. It may be no dream, to imagine in these phenomena the proofs of some memorable change in the interior of things-some preparatives for that great providential restoration, of which Jerusalem will yet be the scene, if not the centre; and the Israelite himself the especial agent of those high transactions, which shall make Christianity the religion of all lands, restore the dismantled beauty of the earth, and make man, what he was created to be-only "a little lower than the angels."

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A new scourge fell upon them in the invasion of the Crusaders, at the beginning of the 12th century, followed by a long succession of bitter hostilities and public weakness. After almost a century of this wretchedness, another invasion from the Desert put Jerusalem into the hands of its old oppressor, the Saracen; and in 1187, the famous Saladin, expelling the last of the Christian sovereigns, took possession of Palestine. After another century of tumult and severe suffer-cumstances of this most singular of all

ing, occasioned by the disputes of the Saracen princes, it was visited by a still more formidable evil in the shape of the Turks, then wholly uncivilized -a nation in all the rudeness and vio. lence of mountaineer life, and spreading blood and fire through Western Asia. From this date (1317) it remained under the dominion of the

The statistics of the Jewish population are among the most singular cir

people. Under all their calamities and dispersions, they seem to have remained at nearly the same amount as in the days of David and Solomon, never much more in prosperity, never much less after ages of suffering. Nothing like this has occurred in the history of any other race; Europe in general having doubled its popula

Rose on the air,
From the vale deep and dim,
Like a rich evening hymn.
But whence comes that cry?
'Tis the cry of despair!

tion within the last hundred years, And the voice of her multitudes
and England nearly tripled hers with-
in the last half century; the propor-
tion of America being still more
rapid, and the world crowding in a
constantly increasing ratio. Yet the
Jews seem to stand still in this vast and
general movement. The population
of Judea, in its most palmy days, pro-
bably did not exceed, ed, if it reached,

four millions. The numbers who en-
tered Palestine from the wilderness
were evidently not much more than
three; and their census, according to
the German statists, who are generally
considered to be exact, is now nearly
the same as that of the people under
Moses about three millions. They
are thus distributed:-

In Europe, 1,916,000, of which about 658,000 are in Poland and Russia, and 453,000 are in Austria.

In Asia, 738,000, of which 300,000 are in Asiatic Turkey.

In Africa, 504,000, of which 300,000 are in Morocco.

In America, Northand South, 5700. If we add to these about 15,000 Samaritans, the calculation in round numbers will be about 3,180,000.

This was the report in 1825-the numbers probably remain the same. This extraordinary fixedness in the midst of almost universal increase, is doubtless not without a reason-if we are even to look for it among the mysterious operations which have preserved Israel a separate race through eighteen hundred years. May we not naturally conceive, that a people thus preserved without advance or retrocession; dispersed, yet combined; broken, yet firm; without a country, yet dwellers in all; every where insulted, yet every where influential; without a nation, yet united as no nation ever was before or since_has not been appointed to offer this extraordinary contradiction to the common laws of society, and even the common progress of nature, without a cause, and that cause one of final benevolence, universal good, and divine grandeur ?

'Twas eve on Jerusalem!
Glorious its glow
On the vine-cover'd plain,

On the mount's marble brow,
On the Temple's broad grandeur,
Enthroned on its height

Like a golden-domed isle
In an ocean of light;

The heart's-blood runs chill

What form stands on Zion?
The prophet of woe!
His frame worn with travel,
His locks living snow.
His hand grasps a trumpet;
At its death-sounding blast:
All the thousands are still-
All fixing their gaze,

Where, like one from the tomb,
The shroud seems to swim
Round the long, spectral limb,
And the lips pour in thunder
The terrors to come!

"Thou'rt lovely, Jerusalem!
Lovely, yet stain'd;
Thou'rt a lion's whelp, Judah,
Yet thou shalt be chain'd.

Thou'rt magnificent, Zion!
The pilgrim of sorrow

Yet thou shalt be lone;

Shall see thy last stone.

"Hark, hark to the tempest-
What roar fills my ear?
'Tis the shouting of warriors,
The crash of the spear.
The eagle and wolf

On that tempest are roll'd

Twin demons of havoc,
To ravage thy fold.

"They rush through the land
Woe, woe to the infant,
Woe, woe to the sire!

As through forests the fire;

Rejoice for the warrior
But weep for the living-
A ransomless slave.

Who sinks to the grave;

" But, veil'd be mine eyeballs !
The red torch is flung,

And the last dying hymn
Of the temple is sung!

The altar is vanish'd,

The glory is gone;
The curse is fulfill'd,
The last vengeance is done!

"Again all is darkness :
Year rolls upon year;

I hear but the fetter,
I see but the bier,

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