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Some lone and pleasant dell,

Some valley in the west,
Where, free from toil and pain,
The weary soul


rest? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sigh'd for pity as it answer'd, “No.

Tell me, thou mighty deep,

Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favor'd spot',

Some island far away',
Where weary man may find

The bliss for which he sighs',
Where sorrow never lives',

And friendship never dies'?
The loud waves, rolling in perpetual flow,
Stopp'd for a while, and sigh’d to answer, "No."

And thou, serenest moon',

That with such holy face
Dost look upon the earth.

Asleep in night's embrace,
Tell me, in all the round,

Hast thou not seen some spot
Where miserable man

Might find a happier lot'?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice, sweet but sad, responded, "No."

Tell me, my secret soul',

O tell me, Hope' and Faith',
Is there no resting-place

From sorrow', sin', and death' ?
Is there no happy spot,

Where mortals may be bless’d,
Where grief may find a balm,

And weariness a rest'?
Faith, Hope, and Love, best boons to mortals given,
Waved their bright wings, and whisper'd, “Yes, in







PLEIADES, (ple'ya dez,) the seven stars situated on the shoulder of the

constellation Taurus. ORI'ON, a bright constellation on both sides of the equinoctial. MAZZAROTH, (maz'za roth,) the twelve signs of the zodiac. ARCTU'RUS, a star of the first magnitude in the constellation Boötes, here

put for the constellation itself. The expression “his sons” probably refers to Asterion and Chara, the two greyhounds with which he

seems to be pursuing the Great Bear around the North Pole. 1. THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge'? Gird up now thy loins like a man, for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me. Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth'? declare, if thou hast understanding

2. Who hath laid the measure thereof', if thou knowest, or who hath stretched the line upon it'? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened', or who laid the corner-stone thereof', when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy'? Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb, when I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a swaddlingband for it, and brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors, and said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no farther, and here shall thy proud waves be stayed ?

3. Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades', or loose the bands of Orion'? Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season', or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons' ? Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven'? Canst thou set the dominiva thereof in the earth'? Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds', that abundance of waters may cover thee'? Canst thou send lightnings that they may go', and say unto thee, Here we are' ?

4. Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts', or who hath given understanding to the heart'? Who can number the clouds in wisdom, or who can stay the bottles of heaven, when the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods

? Wilt thou hunt the prey for the lion',

Or fill the appetite of the young lions, when they couch in their dens, and abide in the covert to lie in wait' ?

5. Who hath sent out the wild ass free', or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass, whose house I have made the wilderness', and the barren land his dwellings'? He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the cry of the driver. The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing:

6. Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee', or abide by thy crib'? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow', or will he harrow the valleys after thee'? Wilt thou trust hin', because his strength is great', or wilt thou leave thy labor to him'? Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn' ?

7. Hast thou given the horse strength'? Hast thou clothed his neck with thurder'? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper'? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off; the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

8. Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom', and stretch her wings toward the south'? Doth the eagle mount up at thy command', and make her nest on high'? She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off. Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are there is she.

9. Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook', or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down'? Canst thou put a hook into his nose', or bore his jaw through with a thorn' ? Will he make supplications unto thee'? Will he speak soft words unto thee'? Will he make a covenant with thee'? Wilt thou take him for a servant forever?

10. Wilt thou play with him as with a bird', or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens”? Shall thy companions make a banquet of him'? Shall they part him among the merchants? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons', or his head with fish-spears' ?

11. Lay thine hand upon him; remember the battle; do noi more. Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare

stir him up: who then is able to stand before me'? Who hath prevented me, that I should repay him'? Whatsoever is under the whole heaven is mine.




In the tempest of life, when the wave and the gale
Are around and above, if thy footing should fail,
If thine eye should grow dim, and thy caution depart,
“Look aloft !” and be firm, and be fearless of heart.

If the friend who embraced in prosperity's glow,
With a smile for each joy and a tear for each woe,
Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are array'd,
“Look aloft !” to the friendship which never shall fade.

Should the visions which hope spreads in light to thine eye,
Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly,
Then turn, and, through tears of repentant regret,
“ Look aloft !” to the Sun that is never to set.

Should they who are dearest the son of thy heart,
The wife of thy bosom-in sorrow depart,
“Look aloft,” from the darkness and dust of the tomb,
To the soil where “affection is ever in bloom."

And oh! when death comes in his terrors, to cast
His fears on the future, his pall on the past,
In that moment of darkness, with hope in thy heart
And a smile in thine eye, “look aloft” and depart.




CHARLES JAMES Fox was an eminent English statesman. He was born in 1749, and died in 1806.

1. “But we must pause!” says the honorable gentleman. What'! must the bowels of Great Britain be torn out, her best blood spilt, her treasure wasted', that you may make an experiment? Put yourselves—oh that you would put yourselves-on the field of battle, and learn to judge of the sort of horrors you excite.

2. In former wars, a man might, at least, have some feeling, some interest, that served to balance in his mind the impressions which a scene of carnage and of death must inflict; but if a man were present now at the field of slaughter, and were to inquire for what they were fighting,—"Fighting'!” would be the answer; “they are not fighting'; they are pausing!” Why is that man expiring'? Why is that other writhing with agony'? What means this implacable fury?

3 The answer must be, “You are quite wrong, sir; you deceive yourself: they are not fighting'; do not disturb them;». they are merely pausing'! This man is not expiring with agony'; that man is not dead'; he is only pausing'! Heaven help you, sir, they are not angry with one another; they have now no cause of quarrel; but their country thinks there should be a pause'! All that you see, sir', is nothing like fighting'; there is no harm', nor cruelty', nor bloodshed in it', whatever; it is nothing more than a political pause'! It is merely to try an experiment,—to see whether Bonaparte will not behave himself better than heretofore; and in the mean time we have agreed to a pause, in pure friendship.”

4. And is this the way, sir, that you are to show yourselves the advocates of order'? You take up a system calculated to uncivilize the world, to destroy order, to trample on religion, to stifle in the heart, not merely the generosity of noble sentiment, but the affections of social life; and in the prosecution of this system you spread terror and devastation all around you.

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