Ja gentle murmurs; voices chime with lutes
Waked in the streets and gardens; loving pairs
Eye the red west, in one another's arms;

And nature, breathing dew and fragrance, yields
A glimpse of happiness, which He, who form'd
Earth and the stars, had power to make eternal.

Tam. Ah, Hadad, meanest thou to reproach the Friend Who gave so much, because he gave not all?

Had. Perfect benevolence, methinks, had will'd
Unceasing happiness, and peace, and joy;
Fill'd the whole universe of human hearts

With pleasure, like a flowing spring of life.

Tam. Our Prophet teaches so, till man rebell'd.
Had. Mighty rebellion! Had he 'leagured heaven
With beings powerful, numberless, and dreadful,
Strong as the enginery that rocks the world
When all its pillars tremble; mix'd the fires
Of onset with annihilating bolts

Defensive volley'd from the throne; this, this
Had been rebellion worthy of the name,
Worthy of punishment. But what did man?
Tasted an apple! and the fragile scene,
Eden, and innocence, and human bliss,
The nectar-flowing streams, life-giving fruits,
Celestial shades, and amaranthine flowers,
Vanish; and sorrow, toil, and pain, and death,
Cleave to him by an everlasting curse.

Tam.

Ah! talk not thus.

Had. Is this benevolence?—

Nay, loveliest, these things sometimes trouble me;
For I was tutor'd in a brighter faith.

Our Syrians deem each lucid fount, and stream,
Forest, and mountain, glade, and bosky dell,
Peopled with kind divinities, the friends

Of man, a spiritual race, allied

To him by many sympathies, who seek

His happiness, inspire him with gay thoughts,

Cool with their waves, and fan him with their airs.

O'er them, the Spirit of the Universe,

Or Soul of Nature, circumfuses all

With mild, benevolent, and sunlike radiance;
Pervading, warming, vivifying earth,

As spirit does the body, till green herbs,

And beauteous flowers, and branchy cedars rise;
And shooting stellar influence through her caves;
Whence minerals and gems imbibe their lustre.
Tam. Dreams, Hadad, empty dreams.

They invocate with cheerful, gentle rites,

Hang garlands on their altars, heap their shrines
With Nature's bounties, fruits, and fragrant flowers.

Not like yon gory mount that ever reeks

Tam. Cast not reproach upon the holy altar.

Hod. Nay, sweet.-Having enjoy'd all pleasures hore That Nature prompts, but chiefly blissful love,

At death, the happy Syrian maiden deems
Her immaterial flies into the fields,

Or circumambient clouds, or crystal brooks,
And dwells, a Deity, with those she worshipp'd,
Till time or fate return her in its course
To quaff, once more, the cup of human joy.
Tam. But thou believ'st not this?

Had. I almost wish

Thou didst; for I have fear'd, my gentle Tamar,
Thy spirit is too tender for a law

Announced in terror, coupled with the threats
Of an inflexible and dreadful Being.

Tam. (In tears, clasping her hands.)

Witness, ye heavens! Eternal Father, witness!
Blest God of Jacob! Maker! Friend, Preserver!
That, with my heart, my undivided soul,
I love, adore, and praise thy glorious name,
Confess thee Lord of all, believe thy laws
Wise, just, and merciful, as they are true.
O Hadad, Hadad! you misconstrue much
The sadness that usurps me: 'tis for thee

I grieve for hopes that fade-for your lost soul,
And my lost happiness.

Had. O say not so,

Beloved princess. Why distrust my faith?

Tam. Thou know'st, alas! my weakness; but remember.

I never, never will be thine, although

The feast, the blessing, and the song were past,

Though Absalom and David called me bride,

Till sure thou own'st, with truth and love sincere,
The Lord Jehovah.

HADAD'S DESCRIPTION OF THE CITY OF DAVID.

'Tis so; the hoary harper sings aright;
How beautiful is Zion!-Like a queen,
Arm'd with a helm, in virgin loveliness,
Her heaving bosom in a bossy cuirass,
She sits aloft, begirt with battlements

And bulwarks swelling from the rock, to guard
The sacred courts, pavilions, palaces,

Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods,
Which tuft her summit, and, like raven tresses,
Wave their dark beauty round the tower of David.
Resplendent with a thousand golden bucklers,
The embrasures of alabaster shine;

Hail'd by the pilgrims of the desert, bound
To Judah's mart with orient merchandise.

But not, for thou art fair and turret-crown'd,
Wet with the choicest dew of heaven, and bless'd
With golden fruits, and gales of frankincense,
Dwell I beneath thine ample curtains. Here,

Where saints and prophets teach, where the stern law
Still speaks in thunder, where chief angels watch,
And where the Glory hovers, here I war.

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HOW PATERNAL WEALTH SHOULD BE EMPLOYED.

The mischievous, and truly American notion, that, to enjoy a respectable position, every man must traffic, or preach, or practise, or hold an office, brings to beggary and infamy many who might have lived, under a juster estimate of things, usefully and happily; and cuts us off from a needful, as well as ornamental portion of society. The necessity of laboring for sustenance is, indeed, the great safeguard of the world, the ballast, without which the wild passions of men would bring communities to speedy wreck. But man will not labor without a motive; and successful accumulation, on the part of the parent, deprives the son of this impulse. Instead, then, of vainly contending against laws as insurmountable as those of physics, and attempting to drive their children into lucrative industry, why do not men, who have made themselves opulent, open their eyes, at once, to the glaring fact, that the cause -the cause itself-which braced their own nerves to the struggle for fortune, does not exist for their offspring? The father has taken from his son his motive!-a motive confessedly important to happiness and virtue, in the present state of things. He is bound, therefore, by every consideration of prudence and humanity, neither to attempt to drag him forward without a cheering, animating principle of action-nor recklessly to abandon him to his own guidance-nor to poison him with the love of lucre for itself; but, under new circumstances, with new prospects, at a totally different starting-place from his own, to supply other motives— drawn from our sensibility to reputation, from our natural desire to know, from an enlarged view of our capacities and enjoyments, and a more high and liberal estimate of our relations to society. Fearful, indeed, is the responsibility of leaving youth, without mental resources, to the temptations of splendid idleness! who have not considered this subject, while the objects of their affection yet surround their table, drop no seeds of generous sentiments, animate them with no discourse on the beauty of disinterestedness, the paramount value of the mind, and the dignity of that renown which is the echo of illustrious actions. Absorbed in one pursuit, their morning precept, their mid-day example, and their evening moral, too often conspire to teach a single maxim, and that in direct contradiction of the inculcation, so often and so variously repeated: "It is better to get wisdom than gold." Right views, a careful choice of agents, and the delegation, betimes, of strict authority, would insure the object. Only let the parent feel, and the son be early taught, that, with the command of money and leisure, to enter on manhood without having mastered every attainable accomplishment, is more disgraceful than threadbare garments, and we might have the happiness to see in the

Men

inheritors of paternal wealth, less frequently, idle, ignorant prodigals and heart-breakers, and more frequently, high-minded, highlyeducated young men, embellishing, if not called to public trusts, a private station.

WILLIAM JAY, 1789-1858.

WILLIAM JAY, the son of that wise statesman and able jurist, John Jay, the first Chief-Justice of the United States, was born in the city of New York, June 16, 1789. In 1807, he graduated at Yale College, and studied law in Albany, but, through infirm health, never practised his profession, and took up his residence at the paternal mansion, in Bedford, Westchester County, New York, which he afterwards inherited. In 1812, he was married to Augusta McVickar, daughter of John McVickar, Esq., of New York,-a lady in whose character were blended all the Christian virtues. She died in April, 1857.

Soon after his marriage, Mr. Jay was appointed First Judge of the county of Westchester, and he was continued upon the bench by successive Governors, of opposite politics, through the varied changes of party, till 1843. His first appearance as a writer was in his advocacy of the claims of the American Bible Society, which led him into a controversy with Bishop Hobart, and which excited great attention at the time from the ability with which it was conducted. He was always a warm advocate of Sunday-schools, of temperance, and of peace, and he was for many years the President of the American Peace Society, for which he wrote several addresses. In 1833, he published, in two volumes, octavo, The Life and Writings of John Jay.

But his distinctive life-work was what he did in behalf of the Anti-Slavery cause. His first publication upon this subject was in 1834, entitled An Inquiry into the Character and Tendency of the American Colonization and American Anti-Slavery Societies. This was followed by A View of the Action of the Federal Government in Behalf of Slavery. Since that time, his writings upon the subject have been constant and numerous, as occasions and subjects arose upon which he deemed it his duty to let his views be known. The chief of the pamphlets thus written were published in 1853, in a large duodecimo of 670 pages, entitled Miscellaneous Writings on Slavery. All his publications on this subject are uniformly characterized by the candor of a philosopher, the accuracy of a statesman, the courtesy of a gentleman, and the charity of a Christian. The extent of his information and the correctness of his assertions, in all historical subjects, were alike remarkable. None of his statements in his carefully-written History of the Mexican War have ever been refuted,-a history that will remain an enduring monument to his truthfulness and faithfulness in historic research, to his unbending integrity, and to his pure and elevated Christian principles.

Judge Jay died at his residence in Bedford, Westchester County, New York, on the 14th of October, 1858, leaving an example worthy of all imitation. In the discharge of his judicial duties for thirty years, he showed himself the wise and upright as well as learned judge; while in his private life he was a model of personal excellence, --an exemplification of the true Christian character.

PATRIOTISM.

Counterfeits imply an original. There is such a virtue as patriotism, acknowledged and inculcated by both natural and revealed religion; and it is but a development of that benevolence which springs from moral goodness. To do good unto all men as we have opportunity, is an injunction invested with divine authority. Generally, our ability to do good is confined to our families, neighbors, and countrymen; and the natural promptings of our hearts lead us to select these, in preference to more distant objects, for the subjects of our kind offices. Our benevolence, when directed to our countrymen at large, constitutes PATRIOTISM; and its exercise is as much controlled by the laws of morality as when confined to our neighbors or our families. A voice from heaven has forbidden us "to do evil that good may come." The sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong," is as profligate and impious as would be the sentiment, "Our church, or our party, right or wrong." If it be rebellion against God to violate his laws for the benefit of one individual, however dear to us, not less sinful must it be to commit a similar act for the benefit of any number of individuals. If we may not, in kindness to the highwayman, assist him in robbing and murdering the traveller, what divine law permits us to aid any number of our own countrymen in robbing and murdering other people? He who engages in a defensive war, with a full conviction of its necessity and justice, may be impelled by patriotism, by a benevolent desire to save the lives, and property, and rights of his countrymen. But, if he believes the war to be one of invasion and conquest, and utterly unjust, by taking part in it he assumes its guilt, and becomes responsible for its crimes.

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.

The American people have by acclamation adjudged John Quincy Adams a PATRIOT,-a judgment from which not one politician of any name has dared to appeal. This judgment sets aside, condemns, and repudiates almost every test of patriotism prescribed by the demagogues of the day. It has now been decided, by a tribunal which these men admit to be infallible, that a man may be a patriot, nay, an "illustrious patriot," according to the official gazette, who openly repudiates the sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong;"" who, on a question of international law,

In some verses written by Mr. Adams shortly before his death, and entitled "Congress, Slavery, and an Unjust War." are these lines:

"And say not thou. My country, right or wrong,

Nor shed thy blood for an unhallow'd cause."