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will now pity thee with kindness. Come, my beloved, to meet the bride.

“ Shake off the dust, arise, O my people! and adorn thyself with thy beautiful attire ; for by the hand of Jesse the Bethlehemite redemption draweth nigh to my soul. Come, my beloved, to meet the bride.

“ Rouse thyself; rouse thyself; Arise, sbine, for thy light is come. Awake, awake, utter a song; for the glory of the Lord is revealed upon thee. Come my beloved, to meet the bride.

“ Be not ashamed, neither be thou confounded. O Jerusalem, why art thou cast down? why art thou disquieted? In thee the poor of my people shall take refuge, and the city shall be built on her own heap. Come, my beloved, to meet the bride.

They who spoil thee shall become a spoil; and they that swallow thee up shall be removed far away; thy God will rejoice in thee as the bridegroom rejoiceth in the bride. Come, my beloved, to meet the bride.

“On the right and on the left wilt thou be extended, and the Eternal wilt thou revere; through the means of a man, the descendant of Pharez, will we rejoice and be glad. Come, my beloved, to meet the bride.

“O come in peace, thou crown of thy Husband; also with joy and mirth, in the midst of the faithful and beloved people. Enter O bride. Enter O bride! Come, my beloved, to meet the bride."*

Deep was the heart-breathed melody of the two voices that with rapid, yet most clear and emphatic

* Daily Prayers of the German and Portuguese Jews, p. 68. JULY, 1842,

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utterance chaunted forth these glowing aspirations, their countenances lighted up by the lofty theme, and the beloved City full before them. In heart and soul, though not audibly, their Gentile friends accompanied the song ; and even Charley was able to do so: for he had many and many a time read it to his mamma in English, and she to him in Hebrew. As the last rich tone died away, they were close to the walls of the city; and at that moment appeared on the platform of a lofty minaret, a Muezzim, who proclaimed in the usual loud shrill voice of bis office, “There is but one God, and Mabomet is his prophet.” The words were Arabic: with what a sickening effect they fell on the ears of those travellers may be imagined. The colour mounted bigh in Captain Ryan's face, while Da Costa's became livid ; and his countenance assumed an expression of which it had scarcely seemed capable before. The ghastly blue of his lips as they parted upon his clenched teeth, the fierce scowl that overhung his upturned eye, were absolutely terrific; but this was momentary, and it gave place to expression of the bitterest sorrow. Alick's look, on the contrary, was one of such undisguised menace that it alarmed the Armenian, who rode near him, and induced a whisper of caution, wbich would have been little heeded had not Captain Ryan enforced it for Charley's sake. The boy bad never withdrawn bis gaze from the city walls, except to turn it for a moment on his friend, who possessed in an eminent degree that general gift of his people, a rich melodious voice. They were now close to the gate, and with wondering awestruck eye the child looked up to the summit of the square tower of which it forms a part. The imposing effect of those stern-looking walls and embattled turrets seemed to overcome not only him but his mother; and Alick, as he proudly measured with bis eye the height of the barriers, seemed to forget the preceding moment's annoyance. He was not prepared to see in his desolate Zion such massive fortifications, so many munitions of war. His imagination had rather pictured the half-built walls on which, in the derisive language of Nehemiah's opposers, if a fox bat went up, he should break it; and those martial ramparts, as they towered high above his head, awoke within his bosom a response characteristic of the naturally impetuous and fiery youth. That innate sense of actual right and proprietorship with which the Jew looks upon every stone, not only of the city but of the whole land, filled his mind, and the feeling was as though he were about to demand from the paynim usurper a surrender of that to which he bimself could advance an indisputable title; and to compel the other Gentile strangers--in practice farther removed from scriptural customs than the Moslem himself, though professing to hold the only true faith-to evacuate that hallowed spot, doubly polluted by their idolatries.

C. E.

THE RETURN OF SPRING IN A FOREIGN

LAND.

The thoughts of other days come with the breeze of

spring,
Our first, our earliest hours, ere wandering
Far from our home, we felt the joys that came
With each fresh season-oh, that time doth claim
More of fond recollection than my words could

paint:
Days of sweet communing without restraint
With nature's varied beauties; on the hill
We loved the best,--and memory loves it still
How oft we sat, and watched the setting Sun
As down it sunk, its daily visit done.
Oh, not one sight of beauty e'er hath met
Mine eyes since then, but that before me yet ;
Our mountain home returns, or forest glade,
Where nature first her best impression made:
Yet while in Italy's sweet clime we learned
To love her beauties, not there we discerned
Our home, one spot alone could claim
Full right unto that sweet endearing name!
At length the day dawned when we took our way
To our own land, and t'was a joyful day !
Though darkened by the long and sad farewell
To the dear native land we loved so well!
“T'were long to tell,” but sure, not“ sad to trace"
All that befel in that sweet Isle of grace,

We have gone far, and farther still may lie
Oar pathway through this world of misery,
But never can another meet our view,
So loved, so fondly dear to memory too.
England! enough, since all that earth can boast
Of beauty, intellect, religion, most
Are gathered there, there shines a fairer ray
Than ever fell from the bright orb of day,
While warmer sunshine Italy doth bless
See ours, the glorious Sun of Righteousness,
Ascending, rising on his bealing wings
To England's sons his own salvation brings,
And bids them be his heralds unto those
On whom the gospel-glory never rose !
Yes, from afar, from many a heathen clime,
How many shall be born in course of time
To know the land to whom they owe their rest,
Rise, look to English shores, and own them blest!
Even from the East, behold the sons restored
To their own land-the people of our Lord;
While to their God accepted Israel raise
The happy privileged voice of joyful praise ;
While unto him they turn with hearts renewed,
Brought near and saved by his atoning blood.
Will not one blessing be our Albion's claim,
As instrument in God's own hand she came
To bring the knowledge of a Saviour's pame?
Yes, she was blest! to her assigned the place
Of manifesting her Redeemer's grace!
I may not longer dwell on this loved theme,
Oh, seems it not a sad unwelcome dream;
To feel that we are exiles from her shore,
To know, it may be, that we meet no more!
Yet shall the voice of Spring no cheering tone

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