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Save where upon another's head
To-morrow's sun may shine,
Through Heaven's unbounded love,
An Endless HOME above.
MAP OF GREAT BRITAIN.
Mighty Britain! Isle of glory!
Land of freedom,-land of love!
Ages yet unborn to move.
Rampant in her red right hand,
Thine to trample or command. In thy varied climes comprising
Fronts of white and brows of jet,
On thy Flag can never set,-
Co an Old Newspaper.
The man, who can take up an old newspaper, and lay it down again, without having derived any benefit there. from, is scarcely libelled by being called a fool.---Tillotson.
Come hither, thou old chronicle!
The wrinkles in thy face
Proclaim thine ancient race.
Of what we'll be at last,
Memento of the past !
Thou tell'st the Auctioneer was wont,
As now, by roup to sell,
How little dost thou tell ?
His hammer, and his gown ?
And coolly knocked him down.
And where's the Merchant's dwelling,
That blarneys here so strong ?
The store he held so long.
So portly and so bluff ?
And robbed him of his puff.
Or, where's the legal advocate,
That's pleading here his cause, As if he knew by rote each page
Of Blackstone on the laws? He seems as if ’twere in his eye
The bench one day to fill ; But Fate deciding otherwise,
Refused to find the bill.
Thine Editor the mighty man
That used the awful “WE,”-
In terror, where is he?
His bulletins that hurled;
For such a narrow world.
And where are all those ministers,
The measures they propose,
For all the nation's woes ?
A century gone by,
Reader, of you and I.
A Scene at Bethany. The purport of a Sermon preached in St. Michael's Church,
by the Rev. Charles S. Stanford.
When JESUS came that village near,
And stood the sepulchre beside,
The news of woe,-his friend had died.
That lately beat in flush of youth,
Of holy Friendship, Love, and Truth..
The dead were but as those that slept,
Was drowned in sorrow,-.Jesus wept.
His mind reverted to that home,
Which he so oft in peace had left,
Of all its earthly joy bereft,-
Grieving for him who came no more;
He was “not lost, but gone before,”
Who often to his knees had crept,
Had reigned o'er her too, -Jesus wept.
He saw the unbelieving Jews,
Who stood in mourning groups around;
Which in humanity he found ?-
His faith rejected and disdained,
In prejudicial darkness chained, He turned him toward Jerusalem,
Where still in sin so many slept ; He felt his death must come by them
His chosen people ;–Jesus wept.
He'd seen the Earth's foundations laid,
And heard the choir of Cherubin
Our race, his victims thro' our sin.
When he had smiled on Paradise, Or ever Satan's subtle
power Had breathed his wiles, and taught us vice. And as he thought how mankind loved
To wallow in their crimes, nor kept God's high commands, till Justice proved
Too strong for Mercy, Jesus wept.
The friends of Lazarus saw his tears;
“See how he loved him!” each one cried ; Oh, how it Jesu's name endears,
That for our guilt he freely died ?