place was one of the greatest cities in the world. I see the scoff arrested, his cheek pale, his lip quivering, and his heart quaking with fear, as the ruined city cries out to him in a voice loud and powerful as that of one risen from the dead; though he would not believe Moses and the prophets, he believes the hand-writing of God himself in the desolation and eternal ruin around him. STEVENS' TRAVELS. AUTUMN. OH, with what glory comes and goes the year!— There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Lifts up her purple wing; and in the vales The gentle wind-a sweet and passionate wooerKisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep crimsoned, Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail. O, what a glory does this world put on For him that, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent: For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings; He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear. LONGFELLOW. THE SOURCE OF HAPPINESS. TRUE happiness has no localities, No tones provincial, no peculiar garb ; Of honest suffering soothed, or injury Where'er an evil passion is subdued, Where happiness descending sits and smiles. POLLOK. THOUGHTS IN A PLACE OF WORSHIP. AND here we come and sit, time after time, And in my chamber; even in the stir Of outward occupations has my mind Been drawn to thee, and found thy presence sweet. But here I seek in vain, and rarely find Thy ancient promise to the few that wait In singleness upon thee, reach to us. Of soul-cementing love gathering in one, Of mingled incense rising to the throne |