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my own account! Laws me! I don't value it at all; many's the night I've lain in the woods, with no cover but the blessed heavens."
The shadows of evening gathered slowly round them; and the trees of the forest began to assume in the twilight those fearful and unearthly forms which excite startling fancies even in the stout-hearted. Agnes thought of the helplessness and ignorance, of the timidity and cowardice of children, and the situation of her desolate little one came over her, clad in ten-fold horrors. In the anguish of her soul she supplicated.
"Oh God! thou hearer of prayer—thou Father of the fatherless! in mercy lead a mother to her child! For his sake who while on earth never turned a beggar from his feet, oh, listen, listen to my cry!"—
'• Hark! do yon not hear something V she said, quickly, turning to h§r companion.— They stood still. "There it is again !—on, hearken !"—Every faculty was now strained to its utmost point to ascertain the nature of the sound.
"It is!—it is!—Oh God! thou hast heard my prayer! it is his angel voice !—Be still, my heart!—oh, which way does it come 1 my heart beats so violently I cannot listen!"
"Quiet yourself, lady!" said the man, who now distinctly heard the soft, sweet accents of a child.
"Oh, look! look!" said Agnes, whose eyes seemed as if they would penetrate the thickening darkness of the forest in their intensity. "There he is! kneeling on that rock; that hard, bare rock. My child! my precious
boy! Oh God, I thank thee!" She sunk
upon her knees but a few paces from her prostrate child.
The little William was soon locked fast in the arms of his doting and now happy mother; and was relating to her the simple story of his wanderings; his alarm; his trust in God; his ascent upon the rock, to see ifj he could discover any signsaf habitation ; his. consequent disappointment; and the feelings' with which he was submitting to his lot;—j while his sympatising protector shed tears oL pleasure and admiration. ^
The happy party were soon seated, but they were not long obliged to wait. The beacon which had been kindled streamed upward to the heavens; and showed them, to their astonishment, that they were not far from their own dwellings. The light of a brilliant moon shone upon their footsteps; and Agnes and the kind-hearted associate of her search, returned, laden with the treasure they had so effectually sought; they returned, to awaken happiness in the hearts which they had left sorrowing, and to render devout thanksgivings to the widow's God and orphan's Father. I
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BEAUTY. How beautiful are nature's works! Majestic, gentle, gay; What harmony prevails throughout Successive night and day. Earth blossoms, buds, and yields her fruit, And were man's heart aright, What thanks to God tor such a world Of beauty and delight.
There is a beauty in the tint,
The golden tint of morn,
When warbling melodies sound soft
As music's "mellow horn."
And in the bright meridian sun,
And twilight's gentle hour,
When setting day, with syren voice,
Invites to nature's bower.
There's beauty in the moonbeam's play, And in the diadem
Of night, adorned with countless stars,
And every star a gem.
The storm, the wind, and wave, are all
The cataract or ripling brook,
Whose flow is peaceable.
There's beauty at the festive board,
And decorated hall,
Where foolish fashion wears the crown,
But more than all, most beautiful,
Is woman knelt in prayer.
I saw the solemn attitude,
The fervent look—the tear:
And heard the tender voice—" My God
My sins I do lament."—
This, this is beauty, I exclaimed.
Its purest element. Zero.
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WHO WOULD NOT BE FLATTERED.
BY J. BUROIN.
s When youth and beauty are comhined
Philadelphia, July, 1842.
The mountainous range of Lebanon was celebrated for the extent of its forests, and particularly for the size and excellency of its cedars, of which our engraving represents the principal clusters. The ascent from the village of Eden, or Aden, near Tripoli, to the spot where the cedars grow, is inconsiderable. This distance is computed by Captains Irby and Mangles to be about five miles, allowing for the windings of the road, which is very rugged, and passes over hill and dale. These far-tamed trees are situated on a small eminence in a valley at the foot of the highest part of the mountain. By the natives they are called Arsileban. There are, in fact, two generations of trees : the oldest are large and massy four, five, or even seven trunks springing from one base; they rear their heads to an enormous height, varying from seventy to eighty feet, spreading their branches afar; and they are not found in any other part of Lebanon, though young trees are occasionally met with. The wood is very valuable; is of a reddish color, of an aromatic smell, and reputed incorruptible. This is owing to its bitter taste, which the worms cannot endure, and to its resin, which preserves it from the injuries of the weather. The ark of the covenant, and much of the temple of Solomon, and that of Diana at Ephesus, were built of cedar. The tree is much celebrated in Scripture.
It is called, "the glory of Lebanon," Isa. 40: 13. On that mountain it must in former times have flourished in great abundance.
The ancient cedars—those which superstition has consecrated as holy, and which are the chief objects of the traveller's curiosity— have been gradually diminishing in number for the last three centuries. So that, as Isaiah says, "a child may number them:" lsa. x. 19. In 1550, Belloni found them to be twenty-eight in number; Rauwolf, in 1575,counted twenty-four; Dandini, in 1600, and Thevenot, about fifty years after, enumerated twentythree; which Maundrell, in 1697, states were reduced to sixteen. Dr. Pococke, in C.^1738, found fifteen standing, and one which giThad been recently blown down. Burckhardt, in 1610, counted eleven or twelve; twentyfive other were very large ones, above fifty of middling size, and more than three hundred smaller and young ones. Lastly, in 1818, Dr. Richardson found that the old cedars, u the glory of Lebanon," were no more than seven in number. In the course of another century, it is probable that not a vestige of them will remain, and the predictions of the prophets will then be most literally fulfilled :—" Lebanon is ashamed and hewn down. The high ones of stature shall be hewn down: Lebanon shall fall mightily." (Isa. xxxiii. 9.; x. 33,34.) "Upon the moun
tains and in all the vallies his branches are fallen; to the end that none of all the trees by the water exalt themselves for their height, neither shoot up their top among the thick boughs." (Ezek. xxxi. 12.14.) "Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may destroy Ihy cedars. The cedar is fallen ; the forest of the vintage is comedown." (Zech. xi. 1, 2.)
The trunks of the old trees are covered with the names of travellers, and other persons who have visited them, some of which go as far back as 1640. These trunks are described by Burckhardt as seeming to be quite dead; their wood is of a grey tint. Maundrell, in 1697, measured one, which he found to be twelve yards and six inches in girth, and thirty-seven yards in the spread of its bows: at above five or six yards from the ground it was divided into five limbs, each of j which was equal to a great tree. Forty-one years afterwards, (viz. in 1738,) Dr. Pococke measured one which had the roundest body, though not the largest, and found it twentyfour feet in circumference; another, with a sort of triple body and of a triangular figure, measured twelve feet on each side. In 1818, Dr. Richardson measured one, which he afterwards discovered was not the largest in the clump, and found it to be thirty-two feet in circumference. Finally, in 1824, Mr. Mad ox rested under the branches of a cedar, which measured twenty-seven feet in circumference, a little way from the ground: after which he measured the largest of the trees now standing, which he found to be thirty-nine or forty feet in circumference: it has three very large stems, and seven large branches, with various smullerones.
Gabriel Sionita, a very learned Syrian Maronite, who assisted in editing the Paris Polyglot, a man worthy of all credit, thus describes the cedars of Mount Lebanon, which he had examined on the spot: "The cedar grows on the most elevated part of the mountain, is taller than the pine, and sothick, that five men together could scarcely encompass one. Tt shoots out its branches at ten or twelve feet from the ground: Ihey are large and distant from each other, and are perpetually green. The wood is of a brown color, very solid and incorruptible, if preserved from wet. The tree bears a small cone like that of the pine."—Watson.
The cedars of Lebanon are frequently mentioned in the sacred writings. Besides their uncommon size and beauty of shape ami foliage, (which must be borne in mind in order to enter fully into the meaning of the sacred writers,) they send forth a fragrant odour, which seems to be intended by "the smell ol Lebanon." (Hos. xiv. 6; Sol. Song, iv. 11.) Its timber was used in the erection of the
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first and second temple at Jerusalem, as well as of the palace of Solomon; and in the last mentioned edifice, so much cedar-wood appears to have been used, that it was called "the house of the forest of Lebanon." (1 Kings vii. 2; x. 19.) The Tyrians used it in ship-building, (Ezek. xxvii. 5, 6.)
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BY MRS. M. Eh GARDINER.
See you that lovely beauteous maid,
Her noble mind in ruins laid,
She, like a shattered palace, stands
Defaced by rude and gothic hands,
Or, as some bark on towering wave,
'Mid starless gloom, th' maniac raves,
Her haggard mien, dishevelled hair,
Proclaim aloud that black despair
She sits all mute from day to day,
And weeps and sings in mournful lay,
Her mind is like the troubled deep,
Where angry waves in fury sweep,
The lute's soft note, its touching strain,
And harps iEolian sing in vain,
The minstrel's voice, the night bird's song,
The thunders as they roll along.
Are all alike to her, poor soul,
And o'er her have no more control
Nor sun, nor moon, nor star serene,
No light of reason there is seen
Poor hapless maid! had I the power,
Dispel thy gloom, bring back the hour
leaving that blissful and
prayer and has
place where Je - ho
sweet bower! where the vine and the poplar o'erspread, Il But soon I must bid my loved bower adieu,
have woven their branches a roof for my head :
The early sweet notes of the loved nightingale
§. hours of devotion would faithfully tell— ould call me to duty, while birds in the air
Sang anthems of praises as I went to prayer.
How o were the zephyrs perfumed by the pine,
And leave for a region that's distant and new:
His love and his power he will daily impart
| And high in the mansions of glory and joy,