And oft, sweet Star, at even-tide,
When all around is hushed to rest,
My thoughts ascend, and pensive glide
To distant climes and regions blest,
Where wo-worn care and grief would gladly hide.

And fancy whispers in mine ear,

That those who once were here beloved,

To friendship and affection dear,

Now from this fleeting scene removed,

Repose, bright Star, in thy ethereal sphere.

THOU SIT'ST, O GOD.

THOU sit'st, O God, enthroned on high, In viewless splendour rayed;

Before the lustre of thine eye

The brightest glories fade.

Though thou art high, yet thou dost hear

The lowly suppliant's moan;

Though thou art great, each secret tear

Begems thy radiant throne.

When shafts of anguish wound the soul,
Thy healing balm is nigh;

When tempests rise, and billows roll,
To thee, alone, we fly.

Then hush, dark sorrow's weeping child, Tossed on life's troublous sea,

In strains of peace he whispers mild, "Fear not, for I'm with thee."

STANZAS.

IS IT NOT A LITTLE ONE.-Gen. xix. 20..

Of all the varied cheats in life,
To which misguided mortals run,
There's none with sorer evils rife,
Than "Is it not a little one?"

When strong allurement leads astray,
How fair the web by flattery spun,
The ready opiate smooths the way,
Sure" Is it not a little one?"

Curst avarice, to itself unkind,

Would e'en life's needed blessings shun, And hoarding pelf, deceives the mind, With "Is it not a little one?”

The youth, debauched in folly's maze, Health, fame, and fortune, all undone, Too late the whispering cheat betrays, Of" Is it not a little one?”

INTEMPERANCE, murdering life, and soul,
Would fain reflection's moment shun;

And says, replenishing the bowl,
Sure "Is it not a little one?"

Beguiled by love's seducive strain,
The hapless maiden is undone;
While listening to the falsehood vain,
Of "Is it not a little one?"

Beware fond youth, its fell control,
This fatal source of ruin shun;
Reflect in time, nor cheat the soul,
With "Is it not a little one?"

CAPTIVE JEWESS.

A Jewish lady of exquisite beauty, had with her husband been taken captive by the Saracen commander of a fleet cruising on the coast of Palestine. The brutal captain being about to commit violence on her person, she called to her husband, who was within hearing, but in chains, and asked him in Hebrew, whether they who were drowned in the sea should revive at the resurrection of the dead? He replied in the words of Psalm lxvii. 22. “The Lord said, I will bring again from Basan, I will bring from the depths of the sea.' Upon which she immediately threw herself into the sea, and was drowned.

THOUGH ne'er for thee, on Shinah's plain,
Is reared the sculptured urn;

Though Judah's harp ne'er swells the strain,

Nor Salem's daughters mourn:

Though ne'er shall minstrel lyre of wo

Thy fame and virtues tell;

Though ne'er the dirge in numbers slow,

Shall hymn thy parting knell: