to the village to see whether he could procure a horse, or any other beast of burden, to enable him to pursue his journey. But what was his surprise, not to find a single individual alive! It appears, that a band of robbers had entered the village during the night, killed its inhabitants, and plundered their houses. As soon as Akiba had sufficiently recovered from the amazement, into which this wonderful occurrence had thrown him, he lifted up his voice, and exclaimed, "Thou great God, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, now I know, by experience, that poor mortal men are short-sighted and blind; often considering as evils, what was intended for their preservation! But thou, alone, art just, and kind, and merciful. "Had not the hard-hearted people driven me, by their inhospitality, from the village, I should assuredly have shared their fate. Had not the wind extinguished my lamp, the robbers would have been drawn to the spot, and have murdered me. I perceive, also, that it was thy mercy which deprived me of my companions, that they might not, by their noise, give notice to the banditti where I was. Praised, then, be thy name forever and ever!" LESSON CIII. Alice Fell-WORDSWORTH. THE post-boy drove with fierce career, For threatening clouds the moon had drowned,→ A moan, a lamentable sound. As if the wind blew many ways I heard the sound, and more and more: It seemed to follow with the chaise, At length, I to the boy called out: The boy then smacked his whip, and fast The voice, and bade* him halt again. Said I, alighting on the ground, "What can it be, this piteous moan ?” And there a little girl I found, Sitting behind the chaise alone. "My cloak!" the word was last and first, And loud and bitterly she wept, As if her very heart would burst; And down from off the chaise she leapt. "What ails you, child?" She sobbed, "Look here!" I saw it in the wheel entangled, A weather-beaten rag as e'er From any garden scare-crow dangled. 'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke : Her help she lent, and, with good heed, Together we released the cloak,— A wretched, wretched rag, indeed! "And whither are you going, child, She sat like one past all relief; "My child, in Durham do you dwell ?” "And I to Durham, sir, belong." And then, as if the thought would choke * Pron. bad. The chaise drove on; our journey's end She wept, nor would be pacified. Up to the tavern-door we post: “And let it be of duffil gray, As warm a cloak as man can sell !" Proud creature was she, the next day, The little orphan, Alice Fell. LESSON CIV. To the Æolian Harp.-EUROPEAN Magazine. HARP of the Zephyr, whose least breath, o'er The leaf that curls upon youth's warm hand, When thankless flowers in silence bend, Thou hailest the freshness of heaven with song; When forests the air with their howlings rend, Thou soothest the storm as it raves along. Yes thine is the magic of Friendship's bower,- Harp of the breeze, whether gentle or strong, Hark! hark!-even the swell of my own wild song Hath awakened a mild, responsive strain. It is not an echo: 'tis far too sweet To be born of a lay so rude as mine: But, oh! when terror and softness meet, How pure are the hues of the wreath they twine! Thus the breath of my rapture hath swept thy chords, I hear it, I hear it,-now fitfully swelling, Heaven's own harp! save angel fingers, None should dare open thy mystic treasures. Farewell! for each note on mine ear still lingers, And mine may not mingle with thy blest measures. LESSON CV. Burial of Sir John Moore.* -ANONYMOUS. Nor a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, We buried him darkly, at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud; we bound him; But he lay, like a warriour taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. * Who fell in the battle of Corunna, in Spain, 1808. Few and short were the prayers we said, We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock tolled the hour for retiring; Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; LESSON CVI. War contrary to the Courses of Nature, and the Spirit of the Gospel.-MELLEN. OH! how shall man his crime extenuate ! He sees the trees wave in the peaceful sky, |