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Come and see where the stately city stands,
Arch Spirit ! is this not a home for thee?
There's a nobler city than this
Where no fierce passions come-
I long to make my home !
In yon holy pile—the young and the fair-
Pure Spirit ! is this not a home for thee?
Alas ! human feelings are there
Mingling with things divine, 'Tis a beautiful sight and fair
But a purer home is mine.
Then come to the halls where the red wine flows-
Glad Spirit ! is this not a home for thee !
" One of those men of gentus, whom worldlings hoot at, till they dir; but around to host grades thep
gather with lugubrious loots."-Axox.
To thy worth !
Far art thou, now, beyond the lying blame
Far art thou, now, beyond the killing praise,
Or through the envious artist's pompous phrase.
Are the skies fair 'neath which thy spirit flies ?
Sweeps thy clear sight across a glorious land ?
Since we have lost the cunning of thy hand.
Yet, what though sooner by a few short circlings
Of this--the planet, misty, dull, and cold,
Above the dust of generations old.
While far and free, thy spirit, lonely watcher!
reside The wise and good ; where watching doth not weary;
Where truth and goodness, robed in beauty, bide.
There shalt thou sound of life the depths mysterious ;
While yet another deep thy soul shall call, To learn a wisdom, blessed, ever growing,
And taste those pleasures that shall never pall.
Many sad and wild days here went o’er thee,
Such as all truth-seekers suffer ;
By the worldly and the thoughtless ;
In a cold, prosaic period ;
Oft to greet thy mournful eyesight,
And for kindness due to genius.
Such as blesses aye the watcher,
Through His realms of mind and matter.
In the silence, sits the student; Wrapt in slumber is the crowd of mortals;
Hushed the hamlet and the city; While the eagle-wing'd imagination,
Or the ancients bear him onward,
Silence and his isolation.
Or in lands of vanished races,
Both of years that were and shall be ; Or from men to lower nature stocping,
Searches he the crusted annals,-Shattered, mouldered, driven, amassed, renewing,
Which the world's aye gathering round it. Now the laws of all material nature
Pass before him in their beauty; Now come glimpses of the high and holy,
Through the veil that hides the Presence And he bends in adoration, to the
Music of the still small voices !
Such wert thou, O Scott! for whom now mourning,
Sad we raise a song of parting ;
Who are urging on the ages,
Than the past hath seen advancing.
The days will come, when, on the silent wall,
Thy canvas shall relate in language new,
Tho' now they're noticed only by the few;
Thy dreams of Beauty, and thy dreams of Sin;
Thy picturings of Hope and of Despair,
Thro' outward ugliness so quaintly rare ;
Thy far ideal flights through time and space ;
Historic musings truer than they seemed ;
Through which imagination never gleamed.
The struggles of thy mind with high-born thought ;
The chain of Allegory aye entwined;
By higher truths with wordly truth combined :
These things shall tell of thee, in after days,
When they that jeered thee moulder in the ground;
As one who nobly spurned the narrow bound,
Materialists erect around the sphere
To which they'd cramp the spirit's subtle skill;
And of thy early death-more sadly still.
But why-why are we weeping
Around thy new-closed grave ?
Where breaks no world-tost wave.
Thou hast passed the stormy Cape,*
To the undiscovered land,
A reference to Scott's noble painting, at which so many were looking, when the waters of death were swelling high around his soul.
With the Sword of Faith, cross-hilted,
Heart-pressed beneath thy hand ;
Poet-painter, now well-taken
To thy worth!
Moriah: or, Sketches of the Sacred Rites of Ancient Israel. By the Rev.
Robert W. FRASER, St. John's, Edinburgh. Edinburgh : William
We cannot better introduce this volume to our readers, or mark its value to those for whose use it is intended, than by making some extracts from Mr. Fraser's own Preface, and from other parts of his work :
“ Authors of high reputation have employed themselves in elucidating the subject of the Jewish Sacred Rites. Most of their works, however, if not all of them, are so voluminous, and abound in detail so minute, as to be for the most part unsuited to the majority of readers. This volume consists of a series of sketches in which such very minute detail is avoided, and an endeavour is made to present a view of the subject which may prove interesting and instructive to those who have not hitherto carefully studied it, and may lead them to a more diligent inquiry into the history of these sacred antiquities which, as they illustrate, in a very striking manner, the oracles of divine truth, it is alike their duty and their interest to fully understand.
“ The plan of these sketches embraces a view of the Temple on Mount Moriah, the great scene of Israel's worship; an account of the Priesthood; a description of the Daily Worship, and of the rites peculiar to the Passover, to the Feasts of Pentecost and Tabernacles, the Yearly Atonements, and the festivals of New Moons and New Years; and an account of the Sabbath-day, Sabbath-year, and Jubilee. These descriptions are accompanied by scenes, either supposed to have occurred, or taken from authentic records, and calculated to illustrate the proceedings of the Israelites on the solemn occasions referred to. It will thus be perceived, that the Author has confined himself to the institutions of divine origin, omitting those established among the Jews merely by human authority.
" That there are many defects in the manner in which he has executed his design, the Author fully conscious. But the Supreme Architect of the spiritual temple affords ample encouragement even to the humblest labourer in the Redeemer's cause, by permitting him to entertain the cheer