Catholic Ireland, with less heroic valor than the natives of this your own glorious country, precipitated herself upon the foe? The blood of England, Scotland, and of Ireland, flowed in the same stream, and drenched the same field. When the chiil morning dawned, their dead lay cold and stark together;-in the same deep pit their bodies were deposited-the green corn of spring is now breaking from their commingled dustthe dew falls from heaven upon their union in the grave. Partakers in every peril-in the glory shall we not be permitted to participate; and shall we be told, as a requital, that we are estranged from the noble country for whose salvation our life-blood was poured out?

CORNELIA.- -Anonymous.

Two Roman ladies sought the arbor's shade,
Where one her store of precious gems displayed.
The glittering bracelet from its case she brought,
Studded with sapphires, in fine gold inwrought.
From ivory casket, next the Carcanet

With emerald pale, and costly diamonds set.
On her white robe the ruby brooch was placed,
And amethysts and pearls her fingers graced
But her prized treasure was an opal stone
Which lay upon her brow as on a throne:
A regal gem, whose tremulous fire is bright
With rainbow hues that vary with the light;
And flashing tints, which soft each other chase,
Like joyous smiles upon a lovely face.
Then spake she to Cornelia, while her eye

Glanced on the treasure round, triumphantly,

"These are my jewels, brought from Eastern mine
And ocean caves; fair lady, show me thine.".
Two little boys upon the floor the while

Sat by Cornelia; with a quiet smile
She laid her hand upon each shining head,
Stroking their silky curls, and gently said,
"These are my jewels. Thine from sea and earth
Their being drew-mine are of heavenly birth."

PAUL BEFORE AGRIPPA.—Anonymous.

"And on the next day, when Agrippa and Bernice were come with great pomp, and had entered into the hall of audience, with the tribunes and principal men of the city, Festus commanding it, Pau was brought forth."-ACTS xxv. 23. See also xxvi. 28, 29.

On gorgeous throne, in hall of state,

In regal "pomp" the monarch sate,
The rich folds of his purple vest
Girt with bright gems around his breast:
Attendant nobles throng the gate,
To learn his will, whose will is fate.
Happy in love-for tender pride
Still placed Bernice at his side;
Happy in power, and wealth, and rank,
For proudest knees before him sank-
In all life's gifts supremely blest,
Was he of perfect peace possest?
Before him etends form erect,

Which even from him commands respect,

Though galling chains his limbs contro1,
The iron enters not his soul;

Captive, forsaken, doth he quail?
He has one friend, who cannot fail!
And is he come to swell the pride,
Glittering that sceptred form beside;
To wring the hands, and bend the knee,
And abject sue for liberty?

Which wouldst thou be-that captive lone,
Or he who fills that dazzling throne?

2.

Paul speaks-and on th' inspired tongue
That awed assemblage silent hung-
He shuns not boldly to reveal

The fire of his first sinful zeal;

Its quenching in that heavenly light
"More than the sun exceeding bright,"
Till in his breast that blessed ray
Shone onward to the perfect day.
What check'd the prisoner's purpose high?
'Twas King Agrippa's troubled sigh—
The blood forsakes his pallid cheek!
At length broke forth in accents weak,
Which well the soul's pent fear avow,
"Almost I would I were as thou!"

3.

Then loftier rose th' Apostle's head,

And firmer his elastic tread;

And his heart yearn'd o'er that crush'd thing--
So weak, so wretched, though a king;
Till, stretching forth the fetter'd hand,
As from the fire to pluck the brand!

"I would to God," he said, "that thou
And all within thy presence now,
Might both almost and wholly gain
To be as I-except this chain!"

4.

Christians-cre ye for wealth or state On this world's power impatient wait, Still to this scene let memory turn, From Paul the hidden spring to learn Whence flows the stream that ever lives, The peace that this world never gives.

THE WIZARD.—Miss Jewsbury.

I.

He waved his hand!-dark Spirits knew
That rod—yet none obeyed its call;
And twice the mystic signs he drew,
And twice beheld them bootless all :
Then knew the seer Jehovah's hand,
And crushed the scroll, and broke the wand

II.

"I feel him like a burning fire,

When I would curse, my lips are dumb;

But from those lips, 'mid hate and ire,

Unchecked the words of blessing come;

They come and on his people rest,
A people by the curser blest!

III.

"I see them from the mountain-top,How fair their dwellings on the plain ! Like trees that crown the valley's slope,

Like waves that glitter on the main ! Strong, strong the lion slumbering thereWho first shall rouse him from his lair?

IV.

"Crouch, Amalek—and thou, vain King! Crouch by thine altars-vainer still! Hear ye the royal shouts that ring

From Israel's camp beneath the hill? They have a God amidst their tents,Banner at once, and battlements!

V.

"A Star shall break through yonder skies, And beam on every nation's sight;

From yonder ranks a Sceptre rise,
And bow the nations to its might:

I see their glorious strength afar—
All hail, dread Sceptre! hail, bright Star!

VI.

"And who am I, for whom is flung
Aside the shrouding veil of Time?
The Seer, whose rebel soul is wrung
By wrath, and prophecy, and crime:
The future as the past I see,-
Woe, then, for Moab! woe for me!"