the trees and the green blades of grass. It haunts the depths of the earth and sea, and gleams out in the hues of the shell and the precious stone. 2. And not only these minute objects, but the ocean, the mountains, the clouds, the heavens, the stars, the rising and setting sun, all overflow with beauty. The universe is its temple; and those men who are alive to it, can not lift their eyes without feeling themselves encompassed with it on every side. 3. Now this beauty is so precious, the enjoyments it gives are so refined and pure, so congenial' with our tenderest and noblest feelings, and so akin to worship, that it is painful to think of the multitude of men as living in the midst of it, and living almost as blind to it, as if, instead of this fair earth and glorious sky, they were tenants of a dungeon. An infinite joy is lost to the world by the want of culture of this spiritual endowment. 4. Suppose that I were to visit a cottage, and to see its walls lined with the choicest pictures of Raphael, and every spare nook filled with statues of the most ex'quisite workmanship, and that I were to learn that neither man, woman, nor child ever cast an eye at these miracles of art, how should I feel their privation; how should I want to open their eyes, and to help them to comprehend and feel the loveliness and grandeur which in vain courted their notice! But every husbandman is living in sight of the works of a divine Artist; and how much would his existence be elevated, could he see the glory which shines forth in their forms, hues, proportions, and moral expression! 5. I have spoken only of the beauty of nature, but how much of this mysterious charm is found in the elegant arts, and especially in literature? The best books have most beauty. The greatest truths are wronged if not linked with beauty, and they win their way most surely and deeply into the soul when arrayed in this their natural and fit attire. Now no man receives the true culture of a man, in whom the sensibility to the beautiful is not cherished; and I know of no condition in life from which it should be excluded. 6. Of all luxuries this is the cheapest and most at hand; and 'Con gè' ni al, partaking of the same nature or feeling. Raphael, one of the most celebrated painters. Born 1483, died 1520. it seems to me to be most important to those conditions, where coarse labor tends to give a grōssness to the mind. From the diffusion of the sense of beauty in ancient Greece, and of the taste for music in modern Germany, we learn that the people at large may partake of refined gratifications, which have hitherto been thought to be necessarily restricted to a few. W. E. CHANNING. 127. THE ARAB'S FAREWELL TO HIS STEED. 1. MY That standest meekly by, With thy proudly arch'd and glossy neck, Thy dark and fiery eye Fret not to roam the desert now With all thy wingèd speed, The stranger hath thy bridle-rein, Which clouds the stranger's home; 4. The morning sun shall dawn again, Shall I gallop through the desert paths Evening shall darken on the earth, And o'er the sandy plain Some other steed, with slower step, 5. Yes! thou must go! the wild, free breeze, The brilliant sun and sky, Thy master's house, from all of these My exiled one must fly. Thy proud dark eye will grow Thy step become less fleet, less proud, And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck, Thy master's hand to meet. 6. Only in sleep shall I behold That dark eye glancing bright; 7. Ah, rudely then, unseen by me, Till foam-wreaths lie, like crested waves, And the rich blood that's in thee swells In thy indignant pain, Till careless eyes which rest on thee 8. Will they ill use thee? If I thought— Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd, So gentle, yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone My lonely heart should yearn, Can the same hand which casts thee off 9. Return? Alas, my Ar'ab steed, When thou, who wert his all of joy, 10. Slow and unmounted will I roam Where with fleet step and joyous bound And sitting down by that green well, "Twas here he bow'd his glossy neck, 11. When last I saw him drink!—Away! I could not live a day, and know 12. Who said that I had given thee up? 'Tis false, 'tis false! my Arab steed! And scour the distant plains: MRS. NORTON. 'Mirage (mẻ råz'), a deceptive appearance, as an image of water in sandy deserts, or of a village in a desert, built on a lake, or of objects elevated in the air. 128. THE VISION OF CARAZAN. JARAZAN, the merchant of Bagdad,' was eminent through CARA out all the East for his avarice' and his wealth; his origin is obscure, as that of the spark which by the collision3 of steel and adamant is struck out of darkness; and the patient labor of persevering diligence alone had made him rich. 2. It was remembered, that when he was indigent he was thought to be generous; and he was still acknowledged to be inflexibly just. But whether in his dealings with men, he discovered a perfidy which tempted him to put his trust in gold, or whether in proportion as he accumulated wealth, he discovered his own importance to increase, Carazan prized it more as he used it less he gradually lost the inclination to do good, as he acquired the power; and as the hand of time scattered snow upon his head, the freezing influence extended to his bosom. 3. But though the door of Carazan was never opened by hospitality, nor his hand by compassion, yet fear led him constantly to the mosque at the stated hours of prayer; he performed all the rites of devotion with the most scrupulous punctuality, and had thrice paid his vows at the temple of the prophet. That devotion which arises from the love of God, and necessarily includes the love of man, as it connects gratitude with beneficence, and exalts that which was moral to divine, confers new dignity upon goodness, and is the object, not only of affection, but rev erence. 4. On the contrary, the devotion of the selfish, whether it be thought to avert the punishment which every one wishes to be inflicted, or to insure it by the complication of hypocrisy with guilt, never fails to excite indignation and abhorrence. Carazan, therefore, when he had locked his door, and, turning round with a look of circumspective' suspicion, proceeded to the mosque, 'Båg dåd', a large and celebrated city of Asiatic Turkey, formerly the capital of the empire of the caliphs.—2 Av' a rice, excessive love of money or gain.-3 Collision (kol liz' un), striking together.- Ad'amant, the diamond, or other hard stone; a flint.- In flex' i bly, firmly; immovably. Mosque (mỏsk), a Mohammedan house of worship.-' Cir cum spêct' ive, looking round; cautious. |