Save where upon another's head Yet still I look with hope's calm eye, Through Heaven's unbounded love, To find, in mansions of the sky, Sonnet, MAP OF GREAT BRITAIN. Mighty Britain! Isle of glory! Land of freedom,—land of love! Rampant in her red right hand, How Earth's proud ones crouched before thee, Thine to trample or command. In thy varied climes comprising Fronts of white and brows of jet, Yonder sun, so brightly rising, On thy Flag can never set, That Flag that proudly floats unfurl'd, To an Old Newspaper. The man, who can take up an old newspaper, and lay it down again, without having derived any benefit therefrom, is scarcely libelled by being called a fool.-Tillotson. Come hither, thou old chronicle! The wrinkles in thy face And the thumb-stains on thy margin Thou art a worthy monitor Of what we'll be at last,- Thou tell'st the Auctioneer was wont, As now, by roup to sell, But of the buyers and the bought How little dost thou tell? Where's now that worthy Auctioneer, His hammer, and his gown? And where's the Merchant's dwelling, Or where's that wealthy Merchant, So portly and so bluff? Death came to him when puffing, And robbed him of his puff. Or, where's the legal advocate, Thine Editor-the mighty man That used the awful "WE," Beneath whose lash even great ones shrunk In terror,-where is he? His pen is long since laid aside, His bulletins that hurled; His notions were too liberal For such a narrow world. And where are all those ministers,- As the only panacea For all the nation's woes? Each has got of earth his measure A century gone by, And such will be the fortune, 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. 66 JESUS WEPT." When JESUS came that village near, The news of woe,-his friend had died. Of holy Friendship, Love, and Truth.. His mind reverted to that home, Grieving for him who came no more; Had reigned o'er her too,-Jesus wept. He saw the unbelieving Jews, Who stood in mourning groups around; And could he then the tears refuse Which in humanity he found?— To think that they his Word had scorned, He felt his death must come by them— He'd seen the Earth's foundations laid, Sing songs of praise, ere Death had made 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? |