But since a word in season sent,
As from a bow at hazard bent,
May reach a roving eye, or dart
Conviction through a careless heart,
O that an arrow I might find

In the small quiver of my mind,
Which with unerring aim should strike
Each who encounters it alike.

Reader, attention! I will spring

A wondrous thought;-'t is on the wing:
Guard well your heart-you guard in vain,
The wound is made yet gives no pain;
Surprise may cause your cheek to glow,
Yet, courage! none but you shall know;
The thought awaken'd by my spell
Is more than I myself can tell.
How? search the secrets of your breast,
And think of that which you love best!
Then ask within, What will this be,
A thousand ages hence, to me ?>>
And if it will not pass the fire

In which all nature shall expire,

Think, ere these rhymes aside are cast

(As though the thought might be your last), When shall I find below, above,

An object worthy of my love?»

5.

Here friends assemble, hand and heart, Whom life may sever, death must part; Sweet be their deaths, their lives well spent, And this their friendship's monument.

6.

My Album is a barren tree,

Where leaves and only leaves you see;
But touch it-flowers and fruits will spring,
And birds among the foliage sing.

7.

Fairies were kind to country Jennies,
And in their shoes dropp'd silver pennies;
Here the bright tokens which you leave,
As fairy favours I receive.

8.

My Album 's open; come and see;-
What, won't you waste a thought on me?
Write but a word, a word or two,
And make me love to think on you.

9.

Give me of your esteem a sample;

A line will be of price untold:

In gifts, the heart is all, and ample; It makes them worth their weight in gold.

10.

The fairy made the little girl,

Whene'er she spoke, drop gold and pearl,
Sweet flowers or sparkling gems;
So be the words which you indite
Rings, roses, jewels, in my sight,
Worth all the wealth of diadems.
11.

Not every bird in spring

Is seen at once upon the wing
Or heard in song or call;

So in my Album, turn about

My friends, like birds in spring come out: You 're welcome one and all.

12.

THE OWNER OF THE BOOK TO HER FRIEND.

My Album is a garden-plot,

Here all my friends may sow,
Where thorns and thistles flourish not;
But flowers alone will grow :

With smiles for sunshine, tears for showers,
I'll water, warm and watch these flowers.

A FRIEND'S REPLY.

Such flowers among these leaves be found,
As once the blissful garden crown'd;
And here the happy owner dwell,
Like Eve in Eden ere she fell.

A VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.

EMBLEM of eternity,
Unbeginning, endless Sea!

Let me launch my soul on thee.

Sail, nor keel, nor helm, nor oar, Need 1, ask I, to explore

Thine expanse from shore to shore.

By a single glance of thought

Thy whole realm 's before me brought,
Like the universe, from nought.

All thine aspects now I view,
Ever old, yet ever new;
Time nor tide thy powers subdue.

All thy voices now I hear;
Sounds of gladness, grandeur, fear,
Meet and mingle in mine ear.

All thy wonders are reveal'd;
Treasures hidden in thy field!
From the birth of nature seal'd.

But thy depths I search not now,
Nor thy limpid surface plough
With a foam-repelling prow.
Eager fancy, unconfined,
In a voyage of the mind
Sweeps along thee like the wind.

Here a breeze, I skim thy plain;
There a tempest, pour amain
Thunder, lightning, hail, and rain.

Where the billows cease to roll,
Round the silence of the pole,
Thence set out my venturous soul!

See, by Greenland cold and wild,
Rocks of ice eternal piled;

Yet the mother loves her child;

And the wildernesses drear
To the native's heart are dear;
All life's charities dwell here.

Next, on lonely Labrador,
Let me hear the snow-falls roar,
Devastating all before.

Yet even here, in glens and coves,
Man, the heir of all things, roves,
Feasts and fights, and laughs and loves.

But a brighter vision breaks

O'er Canadian woods and lakes;
-These my spirit soon forsakes.

Land of exiled Liberty,

Where our fathers once were free,
Brave New England, hail to thee!

Pennsylvania, while thy flood
Waters fields unbought with blood,
Stand for peace as thou hast stood.
The West Indies I behold,
Like the Hesperides of old,
-Trees of life, with fruits of gold.
No-a curse is on the soil,
Bonds and scourges, tears and toil,
Man degrade, and earth despoil.

Horror-struck, I turn away,
Coasting down the Mexique bay;
Slavery there hath lost the day.

Loud the voice of Freedom spoke;

Every accent split a yoke,

Every word a dungeon broke.

South America expands Mountain-forests, river-lands, And a nobler race demands.

And a nobler race arise,

Stretch their limbs, unclose their eyes, Claim the earth, and seek the skies.

Gliding through Magellan's Straits,
Where two oceans ope their gates,
What a spectacle awaits!

The immense Pacific smiles
Round ten thousand little isles,
-Haunts of violence and wiles.

But the powers of darkness yield,
For the cross is in the field,
And the light of life reveal'd.

Rays from rock to rock it darts,
Conquers adamantine hearts,
And immortal bliss imparts.

run,

North and west, receding far
From the evening's downward star,
Now I mount Aurora's car,-
Pale Siberia's deserts shun,
From Kamtschatka's headlands
South and east, to meet the sun.
Jealous China, strange Japan,
With bewilder'd thought I scan,
-They are but dead seas of man.

Ages in succession find

Forms unchanging, stagnant mind;
And the same they leave behind.

Lo! the eastern Cyclades,
Phoenix-nests, and halcyon seas;
But I tarry not with these.

Pass we low New Holland's shoals,
Where no ample river rolls;
-World of undiscover'd souls!

Bring them forth-'t is Heaven's decree :
Man, assert thy dignity!

Let not brutes look down on thee.

Not for all the gems and gold
Which thy streams and mountains hold,
Or for which thy sons are sold,—

Land of negroes! would I dare
In this felon trade to share,
Or its infamy to spare.

Hercules, thy pillars stand,
Sentinels of sea and land;
Cloud-capp'd Atlas towers at hand.

Where, at Cato's word of fate,
Fell the Carthaginian state,
And where exiled Marius sate,-

Mark the dens of caitiff Moors:
Ha! the pirates seize the oars-
Fly the desecrated shores.

Egypt's hieroglyphic realm
Other floods than Nile's o'erwhelm-
Slaves turn'd despots hold the helm.

Judah's cities are forlorn,
Lebanon and Carmel shorn,
Zion trampled down with scorn.
Greece! thine ancient lamp is spent ;
Thou art thine own monument;
But the sepulchre is rent,

And a wind is on the wing
At whose breath new heroes spring,
Sages teach, and poets sing.

Italy, thy beauties shroud
In a gorgeous evening cloud :
Thy refulgent head is bow'd.

Rome, in ruins lovely still,
From her Capitolian hill

Bids thee, mourner! weep thy fill.

The place where they are least at home! Yet hither from all climes they come, And pay their gold for leave to shed Tears o'er the generations fled.

Around th' eternal mountains stand,
With Hinnom's darkling vale between;
Old Jordan wanders through the land,
Blue Carmel's seaward crest is seen;
And Lebanon, yet sternly green,
Throws, when the evening sun declines,
Its cedar shades in lengthening lines.

But, ah! for ever vanish'd hence
The Temple of the living God,
Once Zion's glory and defence-
Now mourn beneath th' oppressor's rod
The fields where faithful Abraham trod;
Where Isaac walk'd by twilight gleam,
And Heaven came down on Jacob's dream.

For ever mingled with this soil
Those armies of the Lord of Hosts,
That conquer'd Canaan, shared the spoil,
Quell'd Moab's pride, storm'd Midian's posts,
Spread paleness through Philistia's coasts,
And taught the foes, whose idols fell,

« There is a God in Israel..

Now David's tabernacle gone,
What mighty builder shall restore?
The golden throne of Solomon,
And ivory palace, are no more;
The Psalmist's song, the Preacher's lore,

Of all they did, alone remain
Unperish'd trophies of their reign.

Holy and beautiful, of old,

Was Zion 'midst her princely bowers;
Besiegers trembled to behold
Bulwarks that set at nought their powers:
Swept from the earth are all her towers;
Nor is there-so is she bereft-

One stone upon another left.1

others, a few brief notices, collected from the travels of Sandys, Clarke, Jowett, and others, may be necessary.]-In no part of the world are the Jews more degraded and oppressed than in Jerusalem, where, on the slightest pretence, and by the most remorseless Mendel was dragged from his bed, with three of his inmates, and cruelty, money is extorted from them :-for example, in 1824 Rabbi imprisoned till he had paid a fine, amounting to 37. sterling, on a charge of having left the street-door of his house open. Mr Jowett says:- I observed as we passed through the Jewish quarter, and upon many faces in most parts of Jerusalem, a timid expression of countenance called in scripture pining away'; with a curiosity that desires to know every thing concerning a stranger, there is, at the same time, a shrinking away from the curiosity of others. He adds, with regard to the Jews in this their native city:- How truly is that threat accomplished, Thy life shall bang in doubt before thee, and thou shalt fear by day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life.' Deut. xxviii, 66,

See Psalm xlviii, 1 to 5 and 12 to 13, also Lamentations, iv, 12. The kings of the earth, and all the inhabitants of the world, would not have believed that the adversary and the enemy should have entered into the gates of Jerusalem. This was said of the destruction of the city by Nebuchadnezar. On its second and irrecoverable destruction by Titus, Josephus says, that the Roman

Entranced they sit, nor seem to breathe;
Themselves like spectres from the dead;

it was none other than He who cast out the Jews from these strong holds; for what could the hands of men, and the force of machines have otherwise done against these towers?

It is difficult, indeed impossible, after the abomination of desolation has for so many centuries been laying waste the Holy City, to ascertain its ancient boundaries. There is very little reason to believe that the localities of the Holy Sepulchre, etc., overbuilt with churches, and visited by pilgrims and travellers from all countries, are genuine; so utterly confounded by undistinguishing ravages have been the very heights on which Jerusalem was builded as a city compact together. There is nothing that strikes the stranger with more astonishment than the magnificent situation of Jerusalem, with the mountains standing round about it, and adorned with mosques, churches and convents, as seen from a distance, and the contrast of meanness and misery within its narrow. dark, and filthy streets, thronged with squalid and motley inhabitants. The city of palaces seems converted into a den of thieves.

2 The mosque of Omar, a most superb structure, with its blue dome rising above all the adjacent edifices, stands on the very site of the demolished Temple of God. Within the court which surrounds it, none but Mahometans, under pain of death, or conversion to the faith of the false prophet, are permitted to enter. There is a tradition that the possession of the city depends upon the unviolated sanctity of this place. The miserable remnant of Jews, who yet linger about the bill of Zion, pay a tax for permission to assemble once a week (on Friday) to pray on the outside of this usurped seat of the true God, on a spot near the place where, it is said, that the holiest of holies in the ancient temple was built.

The valley of Jehosaphat, in which the kings of Judah, the prophets and the illustrious of old, are supposed to have been buried, lies to the east and north of Jerusalem. It is traversed by the brook Cedron at the foot of the mount of Olives; but depending for its stream upon the uncertain rains, the channel is frequently dry in the summer months. Here the Jews believe that the solemnity of the day of judgment will be held, on the authority of the prophet Joel, iii, 1 and 2. For behold, in those days I will bring again the captivity of Judah and Jerusalem, -I will plead with them there for my people, and for my heritage Israel, whom they have scattered among the nations, and parted my land. The valley of Hinnom is to the south; once a scene of beauty and fertility with its groves and gardens, but at the same time a scene of the most atrocious and bloody idolatry, when infants were sacrificed by their unnatural parents to Moloch. Josiah desecrated it by overturning the shrines, cutting down the groves, and burning the bones of the priests upon their own altars. The valley afterwards became the burying-place of the common people, and under the name of Tophet, a type of that place where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched..

Ichabod that is, Where is the glory ?» or, There is no glory. Jerusalem remembered in the days of her See I Samuel, iv, 21. affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that she had in the days of old, when her people fell into the hands of the enemy, and none did help her; the adversaries saw her and did mock at her Sabbaths. Lamentations, 1.7.

The Muedzins (Maedhins) are criers, with clear sonorous voices, who from the tops of the mosques call the people together at the hours of worship.

3 Mr Jowett says: At every step coming forth out of the city, the heart is reminded of that prophecy accomplished to the letter Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles! All the streets are wretchedness; and the houses of the Jews more especially are as dunghills."