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For triumph. Nor there wanting a led train
Bright glow'd the sun, and bright the burnish'd mail
A robe, imperial mantle, thickly starr'd
“ The song of the virgins is also written with spirit and elegance."
“ Daughters of Israel ! praise the Lord of Hosts !
Shout ye! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain
Sing a new song. I saw them in their rage, I saw the gleam of spears, the flash of swords, That rang against our gates. The warder's watch Ceased not. Tower answer'd tower: a warning voice Was heard without; the cry of wo within ! The shriek of virgins, and the wail of her, The mother, in her anguish, who fore-wept, Wept at the breast her babe, as now no more.
Shout ye! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain His thousands; David his ten thousands slain.
Sing a new song. Spake not th' insulting foe? I will pursue, o'ertake, divide the spoil. My hand shall dash their infants on the stones: The ploughshare of my vengeance shall draw out The furrow, where the tower and fortress rose. Before my chariot Israel's chiefs shall clank Their chains. Each side, their virgin daughters groan; Erewhile to weave my conquest on their looms.
Shout ye! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain His thousands ; David his ten thousands slain.
Thou heard'st, O God of battle! Thou, whose look Knappeth the spear in sunder. In thy strength A youth, thy chosen, laid their champion low. Saul, Saul pursues, o'ertakes, divides the spoil ; Wreaths round our necks these chains of gold, and robes Our limbs with floating crimson. Then rejoice, Daughters of Israel! from your cymbals shake Sweet clangor, hymning God, the Lord of Hosts !
Ye! shout! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain His thousands ; David his ten thousands slain.
Such the hymn'd harmony, from voices breath'd
Loud rang the exultation. 'Twas the voice
There, many a wife, whose ardent gaze from far
In triumph, pointing with his staff, exclaim'd,
There, many a beauteous virgin, blushing deep,
“ I wish,” said Egeria, one evening after Benedict had come home to their chambers in the Paper Buildings, from his nightly potched egg and pint of Burton at Offley's, “ that some judicious editor would compile a volume of striking passages from the different numerous publications which we have recently had respecting Africa. It is impossible to read them all ;-indeed it would be a task like that of crossing the deserts to attempt it, so many pages are filled with arid and uninteresting details ; and yet I am not aware of any class of books which contain more new and curious matter concerning man, than the works of the African travellers. This evening I have been looking over Burckhardt's Travels in Nubia, which, though far from being an entertaining performance, would, nevertheless, furnish several agreeable and impressive sketches.Take, for example, his account of the distress of thirst in a caravan,”
“After five days march in the mountains, their stock of water was exhausted, nor did they know where they were. They resolved, therefore, to direct their course towards the setting sun, hoping thus to reach the Nile. After two days thirst, fifteen slaves and one of the merchants died. Another of them, an Ababde, who had ten camels with him, thinking that the camels might know better than their masters where water was to be found, desired his comrades to tie him fast upon the saddle of his strongest camel, that he might not fall down from weakness; and thus he parted from them, permitting his camels to take their own way ; but neither the man nor his camels were ever heard of afterwards. On the eighth day after leaving Owareyk, the survivors came in sight of the mountains of Shigre, which they immediately recognized, but their strength was quite exhausted, and neither men nor beasts were able to move any farther. Lying down under a rock, they sent two of their servants, with the two strongest remaining camels, in search of water. Before these two men could reach the mountain, one of them dropped off his camel deprived of speech, and able only to wave his hands to his comrade as a signal that he desired to be left to his fate. The survivor then continued his route, but such was the effect of thirst upon him, that his eyes grew dim, and he lost the road, though he had often travelled over it before, and had been perfectly acquainted with it. Having wandered about for a long time, he alighted under the shade of a tree, and tied the camel to one of its branches; the beast, however, smelt the water, (as the Arabs express it,) and, wearied as it was, broke its halter, and set off galloping furiously in the direction of the spring, which, as it afterwards appeared, was at half an hour's distance. The man, well understanding the camel's action, endeavoured to follow its footsteps, but could only move a few yards ;