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of the Most High," we seem to listen to the angelic min- | perience. There is a precocious vigor in the action-strelsy, and feel that the harp of Seralim, sweeter than there is an unripe energy in the counsels of nations, that of his fellows, had richly earned the "gift, for the which hurries to precipitate movements. The youth love that burned upon his song!” of the present generation enter too early upon the stage of life, and infuse into the elements of society an unwholesome degree of turbulence. Not unlike the son of the wise man, we spurn the counsels of the elders of the people, and listen to the suggestions of crude and hasty inexperience. The social, moral, and political world is in a restless and feverish paroxism; and it is perhaps one of the most calamitous results of the two great revolutions of which we have spoken, that man, unwilling to submit to the superintendence of Providence, labors to control his own destinies. Weaned from the past, which he has been taught to consider the history of his debasement, he cares little for the present, and with the wicked curiosity of Saul, seeks to lift the veil which darkens the future. The waters of the great deep have been moved,—the Storm-God has smitten the caverns of the winds; and unless those who are to succeed us, will gather from the lessons of experience, wisdom for their future guidance, we shall scarcely survive the lowering tempest.

As productions of sheer entertainment, the works of Bulwer, the gay, the wild, the erratic, the voluptuous Bulwer, are inimitable. The outpourings of his wayward genius furnish some of the choicest specimens of sentimental epicurism. He appears in each succeeding volume to drink deep, and yet more deeply, of the bewildering draughts of that school, whose wildest errors have been consecrated and upheld by the transcendent powers of Goethe. Would that we could stop here, or only turn aside to breathe a requiem over the departed spirit of the gentle LEILA! But beneath this bed of violets lurks the deadly serpent, in the vigor of his coil, and in the fulness of his sweltering venom. In a former number of this periodical, the immorality of Bulwer's works is ably displayed. We unhesitatingly pronounce the first and the last of the novels of Bulwer, the very worst books in the English language. In the expressive language of a beautiful writer, if any man arise from the perusal of "Falkland" and "Ernest Maltravers” with feelings of admiration for the writer, We live in an age of experiments-as a free people "God does not love that man." They are the very we are ourselves an experiment. Our excellent instibreathings of licentiousness, and lewdness, and profli-tutions seem to be no longer regarded as republican setgacy. The story of Ernest Maltravers is one of bald tlements, but as nurseries of future revolutions. In the and denuded bawdry, unredeemed by one feeling of brief period of sixty years from the foundation of our remorse, one touch of pity, on the part of the perpe-government, while our political establishments are yet trator of the most abominable and disgusting debauch- in their infancy, reflecting men have been amazed at ery. It is impossible to unfold the dark abominations of this work in all their repulsive enormity, with due regard to the delicacy of those whose eyes will fall upon these pages, but whose glance, we fondly trust, will never be thrown upon the dark history of the wrongs of poor Alice Darvil, the motherless, the orphaned victim of the chilly profligacy of Maltravers. We have no language to express our reprobation of this outrage upon public morals and public decency. There is not to be found in English literature a more immoral and disgusting scene than is exhibited in the first fifty pages of the first volume of this work. In the third chapter of the second book of this same volume there is a sketch of maturer and more fashionable crime. Bulwer's heart is corrupt in its innermost recesses, and he pretends not to greater virtue for himself than he bestows upon Maltravers. For, notwith-mitted unimpaired to their posterity; if they will standing the gentle protestation in the introduction to steadily devote all the energies of their minds to rebuke this shameful work, it is apparent that Ernest Maltra- that spirit of innovation, which, leaving all the ancient vers is bound up in the self-love of the author, and landmarks far behind, would plunge at once, without that, by a pitiful imitation of Byron's worst vanity, skill or experience, into the turbid and tempestuous there is a faint shadowing forth of Edward Lytton Bul-waters of revolution; if they will look upon our frame wer in the reckless and icy profligacy of Maltravers. of government as a kind of “family settlement, comWhat a frightful audit awaits these enemies of the bining the interests of the state with the charities of souls of the children of men! If we could be per- social life, the affections of the heart, and with the suaded that the gross immorality of Bulwer was either sanctity of their hearths, their sepulchres, and their tolerated or admired by the youth of our country, we altars;" then may we confidently hope that the Eagle would despair of the Republic. upon our banner, who has careered over so many fields of victory, and whose gaze has been gladdened by the stars that have been lit up around him, beaming with the mild lustre of freedom, will never behold one dark spot in the broad blaze of glory in which he floats, but bear them onward forever, the ever-burning type and emblem of that Union, which none but ourselves can

the alarming and gigantic strides of a youthful people in the paths of precocious corruption. The framework of our institutions-the sanctity of contractspublic faith and public credit-the arm of government— shrink and wither before the breathings of this turbulent spirit, like the sinew of Jacob's thigh beneath the touch of the wrestling angel. We repeat, that the last hope of the Republic is in the morals, the intelligence, the virtue of the rising generation. If they will impress deeply upon their youthful minds the stern truth, that the prosperity of a nation corresponds with the purity of its morals; if they will accustom themselves to reflect that our excellent institutions have been borrowed from the collected wisdom of successive ages, that they have descended to them from a long line of illustrious ancestry as a priceless heritage, to be trans

Let us descend from the dignity of sober discussion, and address our concluding remarks to the rising generation, with that fervor of feeling, which has not yet ceased to animate us. The last hope of the Republic is in the rising generation upon their prudence and integrity repose the destinies of our country. The world is no longer under the guidance of age and ex-put asunder!

WESTMINSTER HALL.

Westminster Hall, originally built by William Rufus, in 1098, was the place where Richard II feasted 10,000 guests,-where he was deposed in 1399, and also where sentence was pronounced on Charles I, in 1649.

Hail, antiquated hall! Methinks I mark

Thy Norman founder, his rude sceptre swaying, With red elf-locks, and brow forever dark,

His unlov'd Saxon vassals still dismaying:Hark! To the chase! But Tyrrel's arrow speeds The tyrant monarch where no hunted red-deer bleeds.

Thou wert the chosen spot, the vast area

Where he who claim'd the Black Prince for his sire
A mighty banquet gave. (A bright idea,
Suggested by a royal brain on fire,

To feast ten thousand guests:) it puts to shame
The party or the ball of any city dame.

I marvel how they pack'd their dining-chairs,

Crickets, or stools, or whate'er else they sat on, And where they pil'd their caps and roquelaires, Unless they figur'd quaker-like, with hat on:Would I'd a yardstick, or some means of testing The square amount of space, to separate truth from jesting.

Amid the guests of royal birth, I see

Old John of Gaunt, musing with prophet-frown On banish'd Bolingbroke ;-while mad with glee The giddy monarch shakes his rubied crown, Reckless, as when he rush'd with beardless face

'Tis somewhat strange. For though I'm surely bound As the true child of patriot parents born,

Of those who fought on Bunker's hallow'd ground,
The pride and pomp of kingly sway to scorn,—

I ne'er could help the wish that woe and thrall
Had seiz'd on canting Noll and his queer roundheads
all.

Good night, old hall! With many a legend hoar
Hath Mother History hung thy vaulted roof,
And many a stolen thread from Fancy's lore
She deftly mingles with her crimson woof,—
Black passions, haggard crimes that shun the light,
And fierce ambition's spoils. Dim, ancient hall, good
night.

L. H. S.

JOSEPH WOLFF, MISSIONARY.*

Few persons make good travellers: few journey with much profit to themselves, and still fewer to the advantage of others. The present generation is, indeed, well supplied with books of travels. A late number of the Edinburgh Review, taken up, at random, from among several others, contains, on its quarterly list of new publications, no less than fifty volumes of "travels and voyages." But the majority of these works are not fit even for light reading. Their details are too trifling and incorrect to be appealed to for important truth, and too insipid to be read as fiction. Very frequently their authors seem to imagine, that a voyage or journey of a certain number of miles entitles them to a patient hearing from the public, just as it is said to gain admission

Amid Wat Tyler's mob, where Walworth rear'd his into the London Travellers' Club, and this whether

mace.

Heard'st thou of Pomfret-Castle,-flaunting king? Ah, breathe no thought to damp his hour of mirth! To spoil a banquet is a sorry thing.

And could the wisest read their fate on earth, With early gray the sunniest tress 'twould sprinkle And plant the smoothest brow with many a rugged

wrinkle.

Poor Richard! Was it here, thy regal state

Was shorn, as woodman cleaves the forest-stem? Here, did usurping Henry's vengeful hate

Rend from thy head its rightful diadem?
Whilst thou with trembling lip and tearful eye
Didst thrill men's wondering hearts, with powerless
sympathy.

The pageant fades. Slow ages seek the dead.
Plantagenets and Tudors disappear.
But see! What captive king is sternly led

From his drear prison, watch'd by guards severe ?
Charles Stuart! Can it be! Alas, how vain
To seek for justice here, 'mid such unbridled train.

His doom is spoke. And must the headsman base His life-blood shed, near his own palace-door? Had pure-soul'd Marshall fill'd those judges' place, Whalley and Goffe would ne'er have ventur'd o'er To this New World, to prowl like birds of night, And with outlandish feats, our Indian tribes to fright.

they have made observations that are new and worthy of record, or not. If any vagrant wight has been so fortunate as to penetrate into a region before unvisited by book-makers, even though he can describe nothing more than his emotions on entering the unknown land, or the ceremony of taking possession thereof, for himself and his publishers, by inscribing his name on the bark of a tree, or the summit of a rock, his first business, after returning home, is to make a contract with a bookseller; and, then, drawing something from his notes, and memory, but still more from his imagination, he spreads out the issue in a watery film, over as many pages as it can be made to cover.

The prerequisites of a good traveller may be easily enumerated; not that they are few in number, but that they may be reduced to three general heads :-he should possess every possible bodily, mental, and moral accomplishment. No one needs to be more thoroughly furnished for his work. Strength of body and firmness of constitution are necessary to support fatigue, brave exposure, and sustain an eager and patient spirit of investigation. It is related of Volney, that, before he undertook his journey to the East, he imposed upon himself a regular course of physical training for the undertaking. He accustomed himself to every vicissitude of the seasons and of weather, to prolonged exer

* Researches and Missionary labors among the Jews, Mohammedans, and other sects, by the Revd. Joseph Wolff, during his travels between the years 1831 and 1934. First American Edition. Philadelphia: 1837. 12mo. pp. 33s.

tion and to coarse and slender diet. In this way, his | always receives its meed of honor. In theory, at least, it naturally weak constitution was strengthened, so that is exalted, even by those who have left it at the greatest he could endure hunger, thirst, long toil, and every distance, in their erratic wanderings. And the travelhardship, with the Arab of the desert. He learned to ler, whose immorality, in a measure, frustrates his own walk at a measured pace, in order to calculate the dis- purposes, is also answerable for a still greater evil: the tance of his marches. In fact, so unusual, unremitted, stigma which he casts upon the whole body of his counand long continued were these preliminary exercises, trymen, who are estimated by him as a standard, necesthat he became the laughing-stock of his friends, and sarily impairs the success of those who may follow in the some entertained doubts even of his sanity. But, when same track. Who does not know, that the cupidity and the trial came, he reaped the full benefit of his perse- manifold vices of English and American seamen, ranging verance. All bodily qualifications, natural, and acquired, the world in quest of riches, and holding no means for the must eminently assist the traveller's progress. A good attainment of this end, too base and degrading, have fixed outward appearance, acute senses, easy and polished a stain upon our national characters, which nothing can manners, will greatly aid his investigations, while they wash away, and rendered all bearing these names the add much to his comfort. The various arts of self defence abhorrence and detestation of many people? In the and protection may, in various situations, be of incalcula- forcible language of the Patriarch, Jacob, we have been ble service; and an expert hand will never long be unem-"made to stink" among the inhabitants of lands thus ployed. visited.

What branch of human knowledge is there which the traveller does not need? To examine and describe the countries that he visits, even as to their physical aspect and productions, alone, requires a general acquaintance with the natural sciences. To become familiar with the character, habits and customs, governments, laws, religion, social condition, arts and sciences, and literature of their inhabitants, demands an extent of knowledge to which few have ever attained: above all, that knowledge of human nature, which is the most difficult of all to acquire. Let any one run over the whole circle of the objects of learning-he cannot lay his finger upon one, and pronounce it undeserving of the traveller's study. Our observations of foreign countries and people are, of necessity, comparative; and, if we have no standard of comparison, our labors must be fruitless. Narrow and prejudiced views of distant lands and institutions, are, always, the offspring of contracted minds.

A traveller's moral and intellectual training should have rid him of that credulity, which swallows every thing without discrimination; otherwise he must often be led astray, not only by the mistakes of those really wishing to satisfy his curiosity with truth, but still oftener by the many, who are heartily fond of playing "tricks upon travellers." An acute and discerning mind, and a certain degree of skepticism are necessary, in order to see strange things in a true light, not shaded by clouds either accidentally or purposely cast over them. But here an extreme is to be carefully avoided. A man may come even to doubt his own being, if incredulity be too sedulously cherished. The traveller should follow lord Bacon's advice, and "Read (the book spread open before him) not to contradict and confute, not to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider.”

But we have rather pictured our beau-ideal of a good traveller, than described any one whom we have ever

could point out a variety of individual features, which, if combined, would constitute this admirable whole. And, indeed, it is impossible that any person should possess all the important qualifications mentioned; therefore each should direct his attention to that kind of research for which his turn of mind and education have fitted him; but, still, we expect to find, in every traveller, a good degree of intelligence, in regard to all ordinary matters coming under his notice.

And, besides that a great variety of studies is necessary to fit him for these comparative observations, know-known; though there have been many, in whom we ledge is, in most cases, his surest passport and most efficient aid, in preparing the way for the accomplishment of his objects. Among an uncivilized people, learning, and, especially, scientific learning, exalts a stranger to the rank of a demi-god : gives him access to every class of society, and a thousand opportunities which were, otherwise, inevitably lost. We cannot illustrate our position more forcibly, than by instancing medical science, a knowledge of which has, doubtless, been a more fruitful source of correct and full information concerning the habits, condition, and institutions of barbarous and half civilized people, than any other accomplishment whatever. Even the jealously guarded prison of Mohammedan females-the harem-is thrown open to the enlightened physician. But we should tire ourselves and the reader, by attempting to enumerate, in detail, the various species of knowledge which the traveller should possess, and to show the particular use and importance of each.

But, again, exemplary morals are essential to the proper improvement of extensive foreign travel. How can a debauchee estimate aright the moral and social condition of the nations that he visits? Besides, those who journey in pursuit of objects to gratify avarice and lust, are always regarded with suspicion and dislike, where they should seek to cultivate intimacy and inspire confidence. Universal as is the reign of vice, virtue

We have been led into these remarks, from a hasty glance at the book lately published in this country by Mr. Wolff, the Missionary. We have only glanced at it, and think that any one who does the same, will be satisfied, as we are, that this is quite enough for common readers. No foreigner, who has lately visited our country, has been more hospitably received and entertained, and has attracted more notice, than Mr. Wolff. He certainly was a lion, during his stay with us, as we heard some one remark, at the time when crowds were attending his lectures in Philadelphia. We had, before, known something of his singular history, his wonderful eccentricities, and his extensive travels, and, of course, regarded him as a real curiosity. We are not in possession of the means to give a very satisfactory account of his past life, but such facts as we have been able to collect may be not altogether uninteresting to the reader. The father of Joseph Wolff was a Jewish Rabbi of VOL. IV.-20

Bavaria, who, of course, educated his son "after the many of his wanderings, and he gives some ludicrous most straitest sect of his religion;" teaching him to descriptions of their adventures during a journey in the regard Christians with abhorrence. But the child was desert, where they travelled in a most primitive manner, of an inquiring mind, and, before the age when children | balancing one another in panniers slung over a camel's often think of making inquisition into the peculiarities back, (Lady Georgiana carrying weight, to preserve the of religious belief, had so far profited by the occasional equipoise, as she, naturally enough, was the lighter of instructions of a village barber, as to purpose embracing the two,) and attended by another camel, bearing a Christianity. And, at fourteen years old, notwithstand-piano-forte! How we should have fancied listening to ing prejudices of birth and education, and his parents' the dulcet strains of her ladyship's music, near some violent opposition, he was baptised in the Roman Cath-clear fountain, bordered with a speck of green, amid olic Church. He seems to have been, after this, domes- that ocean waste of sand, when the train had halted to ticated in the family of Count Stolberg, a German noble- refresh body and soul with the cool water, and soothing man-how long, we cannot say; but, from thence, he melody! During her husband's last wanderings, she soon proceeded to Rome, and entered the Propaganda, remained at Malta. She is, no doubt, ardently attached having determined on a Missionary life; his object, even to him, but we could not help smiling at the naiveté with then, probably being, to labor for the conversion of his which he describes their consultation about the project own people, the Jews. He had not, however, been of his last perilous journey through the countries abovevery long a student in this College, when he became mentioned. dissatisfied with many things in the Romish faith; and, at length, after residing between two and three years in the imperial city, and receiving the "minor orders," he left his instructors, much to the apparent relief of both parties. Mr. Wolff was disgusted by Perhaps his habits are not very congenial to a married the corruptions which he detected, and his teachers life. As a friend informs us, all day he digs in the Talfound him too disputatious, and too open in his denun-mud, or some other like soil, and, at night, throws himciations. Indeed, the Pope's command was the imme-self down to rest, any where, with a box of books for his diate cause of the separation. Still he seems to have bolster, if he can readily find no softer pillow. left some friends behind; and the Cardinal, through whom the order for his dismission was communicated to him, expressed sentiments of the warmest esteem and affection at parting.

From Rome he returned, we believe, to Germany, though without relinquishing the purpose of becoming a Missionary. Before, however, he had reached his twenty-fourth year, we find him at Cambridge, in England, under the tuition and enjoying the friendship of the Revd. Charles Simeon and Professor Lee. In the spring of 1821, at the age of about twenty-six, he left Great Britain to begin his travels in the East-the field of labor to which he had long looked forward with ardent desire. He was anxious, not only to preach to his acknowledged countrymen, but also to search after the ten lost tribes of Israel, in the regions where he thought it most likely that they would be found. Five years he spent in journeying through Palestine, Egypt, Mesopotamia, Persia, Krimea, Georgia, and the Turkish Empire. From 1826 to 1830, he labored among his brethren in Great Britain, Ireland, Holland, and the Mediterranean. He has published, in England, voluminous accounts of both these series of travels; and the book now before us, which, we believe was also first published there, contains the journal of his last adventures, from the year 1831 to 1834, in Turkey, Persia, Turkestaun, Bokara, Affghanistaun, Cashmeer, Hindoostan, and on the borders of the Red Sea. Into some of these countries he penetrated much farther than any other modern traveller has done, and this at an eminent peril of life.

During one of his sojourns in England, we know not which, he married Lady Georgiana Wolff, a woman of noble birth, connected with the Walpole family, and a cousin of the celebrated Lady Esther Stanhope. She must have had a great deal of romance, or a wonderful zeal in the missionary cause, to have joined her fortunes to such a husband. She has since followed her lord, in

"In the year 1829, being then at Jerusalem, I said to my wife, 'Bokara and Balk are very much in my mind, for I think I shall there find the ten tribes.' 'Well,' she replied, ‘I have no objection to your going there.'"

Mr. Wolff is, certainly, a man of talent-in particular, a talent for the study of languages, of which he has acquired between fifteen and twenty, or, perhaps, a greater number. But his eccentricities are wonderful: some have even declared him insane. He notices the accusation in a paragraph, which prefaces this volume, addressed to his American friends, and adds what he calls a recommendation from the Quarterly Review:

"The Reverend Joseph Wolff, a religious fanatic." Rather a doubtful way of proving his soundness of mind. There is a striking simplicity in his manner, but he exhibits the most singular compound of humility and egotism, that we have ever before witnessed. For the former trait we can refer only to his personal bearing and intercourse; the latter appears, very evidently, in his book, his valedictory letters to his friends in the United States-we mean those published in the newspapers, and his public pretensions. The speedy restoration of the Jews to their own land, he confidently predicts; and seems convinced, that they will enjoy a complete political ascendancy over us poor Gentiles, who are all to take the place of servants. In fact, if his mind is at all disordered, it is in regard to this subject: but who will not entertain extravagant notions, on a point of speculative belief, which has occupied his thoughts, and guided his researches, for twenty or thirty years? Mr. Wolff took orders in the Episcopal Church, during his visit to the United States, the strictness of English ecclesiastical canons, probably, not allowing his ordination in that country. His object in soliciting this right was, that he might thereby be enabled to return to his labors in the East, under the auspices of a society in England, which requires Episcopal ordination, as a requisite for missionaries claiming its patronage. We are glad that, under more liberal institutions, his praiseworthy object has been effected.

Of Mr. Wolff's lectures in this country, we have little to say. He travelled through a considerable

number of the Atlantic States, and addressed multi- | very acute, they become, at length, incapable of drawtudes at various places in which he sojourned. He ing the line between what is probable and improbable also contemplated a visit to the Rocky Mountains, in search of the lost tribes, but letters from Lady Georgiana gave intelligence, which compelled him to abandon this project, and hurry back to England, after a residence, among us, of about four months. We heard two of his lectures, and, from the impression made upon our own mind, can, well enough, understand the widely different opinions in regard to him, which we have heard expressed. One of the two was interesting, though it disappointed our expectations; the other so empty and tiresome, that we could hardly sit it out : it was very much like some of the most worthless parts of the book before us. Of course he labors under a great disadvantage, in not speaking English very intelligibly: his pronunciation is exceedingly imperfect. We must, however, give it as our opinion, that his lectures, taken all together, were neither entertaining, or instructive. We shall now look at Mr. Wolff through the volume which we have in hand. It is rather difficult to estimate aright his character as a traveller; and we give our views of the matter with diffidence, more especially as such high encomiums have been passed upon him, by several men of learning and influence. As he has had uncommon opportunities of gathering important information, having travelled extensively among tribes of which little is known, we might confidently have looked for a very interesting and valuable work. He tells the reader, in the preface, that he "must not expect to find in the pages of this journal descriptions of ancient monuments, or of natural or artificial curiosities." Making this allowance, however, we might reasonably expect much more than we find, concerning the governments, customs, manners, religious sects, &c. which he had oppor- "The common people of Khorossaun give the following tunities of observing; for, such information an inquisi-account of their origin: 'Nimrod commanded Abraham tive traveller could hardly have failed to obtain, and it would be of incalculable advantage to future missionaries in those countries. But, instead of this, his book is chiefly made up of dry enumerations of the names of places, marking the different stages of his journey, and of men, interspersed with barbarous legends, religious and political, accounts of his own discussions and conversations, and flattering letters which he received from various personages in India. If he mentions a peculiar sect, we learn scarcely more of it than its appellation, and the titles of its chief men,or some ridiculous tradition concerning its origin. One would almost suppose, that Mr. Wolff had published his loose scattered notes, originally intended only as memoranda of hard names and statistics, to be filled up afterwards with interesting details. He seems to have travelled about, with a sort of floating notion, that he might discover some traces of the lost tribes, but without any very definite object, or any strong motive to employ his senses. In short, the result of his labors, so far as it has been set forth in this volume, reminds us of an anecdote, which we heard from his own lips. Feeling interested in a singular race of people living in Egypt, he applied to a Frenchman long resident in that country, for information as to their character and peculiarities. The latter gravely replied, that the only conclusion which he had formed respecting them was, that they had remarkably long noses!

or impossible. But such credulity as Mr. Wolff's we have never before known in a person of liberal education, and his reputed strength of mind. He gravely assures us of his belief in witchcraft and sorcery; seems to consider dreams as supernatural communications, though of this he does not speak positively; and tells of having seen persons possessed with demons, and of having conversed with the evil spirits.

"It is the traveller's business," he remarks, (p. 170) "to gather sayings and traditions prevalent among the people he is visiting, and I confess, that I place the greatest confidence in the traditions of the barbarians: father to son, but even the names of their horses." they not only transmit the names of their tribes from

Before reading this paragraph, we had met with a number of traditions and legends, which Mr. Wolff had thought worthy of record, as we supposed, because they illustrated the religious belief, or some other characteristic of the people from whom they had been drawn. We thought the most of them supremely ridiculous; yet, that they might be regarded as curiosities of some value, considering the long way which they

had travelled: even a weed from Asia is a wonder in

America. But, though the most of them are gravely set forth without comment, we had never dreamed of any credit being attached to them, until met by this singular profession of belief. We will give two specimens of the traditions which he thus relates: they wil serve the purpose of illustration, though not the best examples which might be selected, had we the patience necessary for a second examination of the volume.

Credulity is a common weakness of travellers: they see so many strange things, that, unless their minds are

"ORIGIN OF GYPSIES."

to be cast into a fiery furnace; but two angels appeared, to hinder the execution of it. The Devil said to Nimrod, that he should place near Abraham a brother and sister, who should make the angels blush to such a degree, that they would turn away their faces, and consequently their protection from Abraham. During this time, he was cast brother's name was Cow, that of the sister Ly; the into a fiery furnace, but came out from it unhurt. The Gypsies are their children, and therefore called Cowlybur-band, i. e. the band of Cowly.'" p. 78.

"Mullah Meshiakh, or, as the Mussulmans call him, Mullah Modhe, told me the following legend: When Moses was a child, Pharaoh one day played with him; Moses took hold of Pharaoh's beard, and drew out the Jethro, Balaam, and Job, who were viziers at the time, jewels, with which it was covered. Pharaoh said to "I am afraid that this Jew boy will one day overturn my empire, what is to be done with him?" Balaam advised Pharaoh to kill Moses; Jethro said, "No, but try whether he has understanding, by putting before him gold and he touches the fire, then it will be a proof, that he will fire: if he takes hold of the gold, then kill him; but if not become a clever boy." Job was silent, but Jethro's advice was followed. Moses wanted to take hold of the gold; but the Angel of the Lord turned his hand toward the fire, and he put the coals to his tongue, on which account he had a difficulty of speech: "I am slow of speech and slow of tongue." Exodus iv. 10. Job, on account of having followed the system of expediency, by not having spoken out his mind, was punished as described in the book of Job. Balaam, who advised his being put to death, was killed." p. 95.

We do not much admire the spirit of the following paragraph. From one professing to be a disciple of

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