Yet Vane could tell what ills from beauty spring; What care, what rules your heedless charms shall save, Each nymph your rival, and each youth your slave? Against your fame with fondness hate combines, The rival batters, and the lover mines. With distant voice neglected Virtue calls, Less heard and less, the faint remonstrance falls; Where then shall hope and fear their objects find? Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise, No cries invoke the mercies of the skies? Which heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain. But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice. Safe in his pow'r, whose eyes discern afar Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, For love which scarce collective man can fill, REJUVENESCENCE. [REV. HENRY STEBBING.] THERE's a gladness in the voice of youth, and its song 'mid summer bowers, When the sun is on its golden car, and the dew upon the flowers; It comes like our own voices back from a past and happy scene, So fair that nothing after is so fair as what has been. There's a gladness in the look of youth, and its smile of friendly glee, When it meets with gladness like its own, as simple and as free; It warms our bosoms like the thought of those that with us dwelt, Ere friendship to another shrine than friendly hearts had knelt. There's a gladness in the step of youth, and its bearing frank and high, That the proudest despot of the earth would tremble to defy; We follow it as if it led to the very mountain's side, Where we chased the bold stag in its speed, and the eagle in its pride. There's a gladness in the sleep of youth, and its calm unbroken rest, With the dew of blessing on its head from the fountain in its breast; There's nothing in our after years of weariness like this, Till when the heart is young again in its sabbath year of bliss. Oh! we might weep to feel, though soon our earthly years be told, The spirit of our hearts has fled before our hearts are cold; To feel the loos'ning of the limbs, and bowing of the head, Before the narrow couch we need to slumber on be spread. But there's a better strength within than strength of heart or limb, A burning and a shining light, whose lustre grows not dim; And though, while creatures still of earth, our outward forms decay, The spirit of our inner man grows stronger day by day. FROM THE REVELATION. CHAP. XVIII. [EDWIN ATHERSTONE.] THEN came from Heaven a mighty angel down;- And with a strong voice mightily he cried- All nations of her wickedness have drunk, Therefore, in one day shall her plagues be sent ; For in one hour thy judgment is come down!" And cry-" Alas! alas! great Babylon! Thou mighty city, in fine linen clothed, Purple, and scarlet ;-deck'd with gold and pearls, Thou mighty city!" Then upon their heads That traded on the sea in ships, grew rich, For in one hour is she made desolate !" " Cast it far out.-The waters dash'd the clouds- Be to the earth thrown down, and found no more! Of pipers, and of singers, shall no more Be heard in thee at all. The craftsman's hand Thy kings shall come from conquest of thy foes :- For by thy sorceries was the earth deceived, *This line, and the five that follow it, are from |