Napoleon at Rest.-J. PIERPONT. His falchion flashed along the Nile, Here sleeps he now, alone!—not one, Behind the sea-girt rock, the star Has sunk, and nations from afar Gazed as it faded and went down. High is his tomb: the ocean flood, Alone he sleeps: the mountain cloud, That night hangs round him, and the breath Of morning scatters, is the shroud That wraps the conqueror's clay in death. Pause here! The far off world at last Breathes free; the hand that shook its thrones, And to the earth its mitres cast, Lies powerless now beneath these stones. Hark! Comes there from the pyramids, And from Siberian wastes of snow, And Europe's hills, a voice that bids The world be awed to mourn him?-No! The only, the perpetual dirge That's heard here is the sea-bird's cry The mournful murmur of the surge, The clouds' deep voice, the wind's low sigh. The Death of Napoleon.-I. MCLELLAN, JUN. "The fifth of May came amid wind and rain. Napoleon's passing spirit was deliriously engaged in a strife more terrible than the elements around. The words 'tête d'armée,' (head of the army,) the last which escaped from his lips, intimated that his thoughts were watching the current of a heady fight. About eleven minutes before six in the evening, Napoleon expired." -Scott's Life of Napoleon. WILD was the night; yet a wilder night A few fond mourners were kneeling by, They knew by his awful and kingly look, By the order hastily spoken, That he dreamed of days when the nations shook, He dreamed that the Frenchman's sword still slew, And the struggling Austrian fled anew, The bearded Russian he scourged again, Over Egypt's sands, over Alpine snows, Where the wave of the lordly Danube flows, On the snowy cliffs, where mountain-streams He led again, in his dying dreams, His hosts, the broad earth quelling. Again Marengo's field was won, Made pale at his cannons' rattle. He died at the close of that darksome day, Jerusalem.-BRAINARD. "A severe earthquake is said to have taken place at Jerusalem, which has destroyed great part of that city, shaken down the Mosque of Omar, and reduced the Holy Sepulchre to ruins from top to bottom."-New York Mercantile Advertiser. FOUR lamps were burning o'er two mighty graves- Fed with the incense which the pilgrim brings,- As every lip breathes out, " O Lord, thy kingdom come." A mosque was garnished with its crescent moons, There were the trophies which its conquerors wear- For there, with lip profane, the crier stood, And him from the tall minaret you might hear, Singing to all, whose steps had thither trod, That verse, misunderstood, "There is no God but God." Hark! did the pilgrim tremble as he kneeled? Those mighty hands, the elements that wield, His suppliants crowd around him, He can see There was an earthquake once, that rent thy fane, Gushed out in fire; and from the brazen sky, Another earthquake comes. Dome, roof and wall Thou whom we all should worship, praise, and thank, When hell moved from beneath, and thine own heaven did lower? Say, Pilate's palaces-say, proud Herod's towers- To wash away the spot where once a God had stood? Lost Salem of the Jews-great sepulchre Of all profane and of all holy things Where Jew, and Turk, and Gentile yet concur To make thee what thou art! thy history brings With the sad truth which He has prophesied, Who would have sheltered with his holy wings Thee and thy children. You his power defied: You scourged him while he lived, and mocked him as he died! There is a star in the untroubled sky, That caught the first light which its Maker made-It led the hymn of other orbs on high; "Twill shine when all the fires of heaven shall fade. Pilgrims at Salem's porch, be that your aid! For it has kept its watch on Palestine ! Look to its holy light, nor be dismayed, Though broken is each consecrated shrine, Though crushed and ruined all-which men have called divine. NOTE.-Godfrey and Baldwin were the first Christian kings at Jerusalem. The empress Helena, mother of Constantine the Great, built the church of the sepulchre on Mount Calvary. The walls are of stone, and the roof of cedar. The four lamps which light it are very costly. It is kept in repair by the offerings of pilgrims who resort to it. The mosque was originally a Jewish temple. The emperor Julian undertook to rebuild the temple of Jerusalem at very great expense, to disprove the prophecy of our Savior, as it was understood by the Jews; but the work and the workmen were destroyed by an earthquake. The pools of Bethesda and Gihon-the tomb of the Virgin Mary, and of king Jehoshaphat-the pillar of Absalom-the tomb of Zachariah-and the campo santo, or holy field, which is supposed to have been purchased with the price of Judas' treason-are, or were lately, the most interesting parts of Jerusalem. The Angler's Song.-I. MCLELLAN, JUN. "There is no life more pleasant than the life of the well-governad angler."-Isaac Walton. WHEN first the flame of day And from the valley rolls away The haze, by the sunbeam kissed, Then to the lonely woods I pass. With angling rod and line, While yet the dew-drops, in the grass, How vast the mossy forest-halls, Silent, and full of gloom! Through the high roof the daybeam falls, Like torch-light in a tomb. The old trunks of trees rise round Like pillars in a church of old, And the wind fills them with a sound ་ |