which sweeten life and sooth, in the moment of dissolution are in ruins and decay. Happy for Britain, she still stands exemplified for her piety and her religion. Happy for her that her children are still known for the strictness of their Sabbath's observance-that there are still many that hail the return of that day as the visit of some kind and comforting angel, and that still look with satisfaction, nay, with anxiety, to those moments, when vice and folly, worldly passions and sensual feelings are, for a season, to be sacrificed at the altar of devotion ! But I must hasten along with the crowd again, to the gardens of the King, as the playing of the waters is about to commence. This is one of the ostensible reasons for the fête, and consequently every one presses on to the scene of action. This hydrostatic exhibition, of which I had heard much from my friends in Paris, presented, certainly, a very odd and amusing spectacle. The place allotted for it is a large square pond, in which are placed, numerous jettes d'eau, surrounded with groupes of lions and other figures. These in one moment are all animated, the water issuing from the jettes in all possible shapes, and making the most fantastic forms in the air, the lions begin to emit it from their nostrils, and to vomit at the rate of many gallons a minute, while, in the distance, the whole fountains and cascades of the park are in motion. The exhibition had a most brilliant appearance from the bright sunshine, the water partaking of all the lovely and variegated tints of the rainbow. The concourse of spectators was immense, and, for some time after the water began to play, the people remained in speechless wonder. But this was but of short duration. An unfortunate fish had proceeded from the fountain head, and, being carried forward by the weight of the water, was actually forced so far up the throat of one of the lions as to choke it. This was a most important affair for the populace, who soon put to flight the momentary silence that reigned, by a loud exclamation of wonder: every one was in extacies at the astonishing sight, and on tiptoe to have a glimpse of "une chose si merveilleuse." For my part, I was too much occupied with the appearance of the spectators to sacrifice in toto my optical faculties on the poor poisson. Never was I so much convinced of the truth of the general remark of the French, that, the maids of the Thames are inferior, as to the taste of equipment, to the nymphs of the Seine, as when casting my eye over the thousand elegantes that were viewing this water exhibition. The elegance, the ease, the neatness and gentility of the French mode, when contrasted with that of the English, was in every thing glaringly superior-almost every woman in France looks well, although nature has not been over lavish upon her face. She is always dressed well, and that dress has too much engaged her serious consideration not to be perfectly becoming. It appears to be one of the first thoughts of a French female (mayhap of others also, but they want the taste,) to consider in what point she is superior or inferior to her neighbour; and, when that is discovered, the beauty is either brought into notice, or the defect is kept out of view by the particular formation of the dress. Does she boast a fine bust, for instance? upon its decoration therefore must all the talent of the milliner be lavished. Does she possess a handsome limb? then she must be equipped à la Circassienne. Has she a fine back? then à la bourgeoise will be best suited to bring that into view. Has she a lovely face? the hair will be dressed à la Grecque. Is she un peu laide ? a fine mob lace cap shades the countenance. Has she an indifferent neck? a profusion of ruffles and ringlets covers all blemishes. In fact, by looking twice at a French woman, you will discover in what point she esteems herself most handsome, and in what she considers not perfectly accordant with her ideas, at least of Medicinian perfection. Even amongst the lowest of the low, you never meet a slattern. There is, in fact, as much taste displayed in the adjustment of the Madras round the head of the grisette, as in the coiffure of the lady of fashion. The women of France are generally well made, and every one of them has something lively and winning in their countenances. They certainly possess that indescribable tournure that has been ascribed to them, and are completely destitute of that gaucherie, which has been said (whether or not, falsely) to be the birthright of every Englishwoman. If we turn to the male part of the French community, however, we find their dress, in every particular, inferior to the English. Every third person you meet is a sloven, and every second gentleman wears a coat as if just receiv ed from a broker in St. Giles's. The males seem, indeed, to be little careful about what they wear their whole pride lies in having their wives and daughters well dressed; and, provided Madame and Mademoiselle are fashionably attired, it is of little consequence whether Monsieur is arrayed in a worn-out coat and threadbare trousers. The hydrostatic exhibition over, and, being thoroughly satisfied with the fair, I left Versailles to return to Paris, and took a seat alongside of the driver, who, I found, had been an old campaigner with Bonaparte. The coachee had been in Italy, Spain and Russia along with him, was a perfect Frenchman in communicating the secrets of his history-told me he was serjeant in the cavalry, and had a pension of fifty francs. The fellow was quite ravi to find un Monsieur Anglais able, and disposed, to listen to the exploits of his youth. He had been present at almost every notable engagement, the fate and consequences of which he recounted, with all the spirit of a soldier, and all the self-sufficiency of a Frenchman. When talking of the battle of Austerlitz, he was so much interested, that, "Brandishing his whip, to show how fields were won," he actually made the sorry animal that was dragging the vehicle, get into a gallop, a thing which neither he no nor the horse were fond of displaying. When the campaign of Moscow came under review, he still went on recounting victories-when lo! the ancient capital was demolished, and then all his tales were those of lamentation-there were only twelve, out of the regiment he belonged to, returned to tell their companions' fate. The passage of the Berisina, he recounted, in terms fully as heart-rending and horible, as the pen of Labaume has pourtrayed it, and testified the misery and famine attending the after retreat, by equally direful instances. He cursed the ambition of Bonaparte for having led him to Russia, and yet withal was his personal admirer, as every soldier is, and will be, until another leader, equally forward, dashing and good to the soldiery, shall make his appearance. I never recollect meeting with a person that could serve two masters so well as this fellow-he said, there was no soldier like Napoleon, that he would like nothing better than to live and die under his command as for the King, there was none like Charles X. he was so good, so kind and so careful of his subjects, "oh oui, Monsieur, l'Empereur pour un general-Charles pour le Roi!" We had already passed the foundation of the palace Bonaparte had laid for the King of Rome, and had arrived near the Pont Louis XVI. so I paid the coachee his fare, and told him, if ever I wanted a carriage again, I would employ him. He beseeched me to remember the white cuccu, as there was none of that colour on the stand but his. A WRITER'S CLERK. His 'prentice dancing, in comes GLASGOW GOSSIP. WHY are the ladies of Glasgow so deficient in their gallantry to Mons. Edouart? We visit the Exhibition Rooms of the lively Frenchman, and we find many gentlemen there of every form and feature; but, strange to say, female faces very seldom submit their delicate outlines to the inspection of the artist. Is it because the fair owners are afraid of committing themselves to black and white? This, at least, would be a new objection, for we believe, gallantry notwithstanding, that to figure in black and white, whether in a will or in a marriage settlement, has been the heart's desire of every daughter of Eve, since the day when she coveted the apple. We should like to see some of those ladies, who looked so becoming the other night in black satin, commemorating their triumphs by getting their silhouettes taken in the same colour. It will be seen that the artist intends leaving this immediately, so that the sooner they set the example the better. LONDON THEATRICALS. FAME bas for once at least been not a false trumpetress, Miss Since thus your Grace commands, I do believe In strong and rapid course; nor is one current, Or rippling eddy, liker to the rest Than is one age upon its predecessor: Men still are men, the stream is still a stream, Through every change of changeful tide and time; And 'tis, I fear, only our partial eye That lends a brighter sunbeam to the wave On which we launched our own adventurous bark." On Miss Kemble's entrance she was received with loud, reiterated plaudits from all parts of the house, which were given with a heartiness and sincerity, that if equalled, I have never seen surpassed. The effect on the feelings of the young lady was evident; but she promptly recovered, and did ample justice to her two-fold pretensions of authoress and actress. 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GARDNER, Booksellers, Paisley: A. LAING, Greenock; and J. GLASS, Bookseller, Rothsay. PRINTED BY JOHN GRAHAM, MELVILLE PLACE. THE DAY. A MORNING JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, FINE ARTS, FASHION, &c. CARPE DIEM. GLASGOW, THURSDAY, MARCH 22, 1832. THE MERCHANTS' PARK. "And buried 'midst the wreck of things that were." THE eloquent silence of this mighty city on a Sabbath morning has always powerfully affected me. It presents a moral aspect of surpassing beauty. Not only is the voice of labour hushed, but the labourers are unseen, and, although the acknowledgement of the deity be not proclaimed by the sound of the trumpet and the shout of the people, the mute recognition of the Divine government and presence appeals more powerfully to the heart, in the stillness and solitude that pervade every dwelling place. "Be Whilst lately contemplating this scene, and indulging the feelings usual on such an occasion, my steps led me towards the Cathedral, from whence I descended to the ford that crosses a little brook, and then ascended the neighbouring pine-covered hill, at its southern extremity. I had not yet reached the summit, when my ear was attracted by music; and a voice, whose volume of tone and sweetness, I never heard equalled, sung one of those delightful old melodies which, amidst many barbarous attempts to introduce modern compositions, still constitute a characteristic charm in the simple services of the Scottish church. I listened anxiously for a time, and the singer at length approached. A heavenly radiance illumined his eyes. His light hair flowed in undulating curls, along his shoulders, every movement was graceful and unembarrassed, and I instinctively followed him towards the summit of the eminence. hold," said he," that extensive depository of the relics of humanity which now lies before you. Not only does every tomb stone you see cover numerous families under its expanse, but there are, also, millions of other unmarked and unhonoured graves. Yes! each of these could narrate a history! Those who sleep yonder, were once as alive to the things of time as thou now art, and, although a little spot of earth be all that they claim, princes, and lords, and people have bowed before some of their time-honoured heads! The history of each is pourtrayed in vivid colours before me; for those who stand near the source of knowledge, retain a perfect impression of past events, and some of these histories I shall, at another season, communicate to thee. In the meantime, view the origin and progress of thy native city, and recollect that on the mighty current of time, which has carried her forward, thy little shallop is also embarked, and is hastening towards the ocean of eternity!" Suddenly, a thick mist surrounded the eminence where we stood, and as it subsided, my companion pointed to the west. A dense and dark wood of lofty oaks extended as far as the eye could reach, and, for a time, I could not perceive that it was inhabited. At length, a figure, altogether inhuman, issued from a crevice in a rock, timidly looked around, plucked some wild fruit from a tree, suddenly started at the appearance of an animal which approached and flew again into the recess from whence he had previously issued. The mist intercepted my sight for a moment, and the dark wood was again visible when it rolled away. An unknown quadruped suddenly rushed from amongst the trees, and a being, of the most ferocious appearance, followed. His red hair and beard were as offensive as the skins he wore were unbecoming. His arms and body were stained with different colours, and he pursued the animal we had seen, brandishing a clumsy and ponderous club. The cloud again surrounded us for a moment-again, the Immortal directed my eyes to the west. The declining rays of the evening sun shone on a portion of the forest that had been partially cleared. A singular hut was placed in its centre, into which figures occasionally entered. I observed one, particularly, whom I believed to be a female, carrying on her back a large bundle of wood, while in her arm she held an infant. She was not permitted to go into the hut for a considerable time; at length, the cries of her child seemed to plead for her a man called upon her to enter, and he soon after walked forth from his lowly dwelling. His garment of skins was closely wrapped around his body: he was armed with a bow and arrows, and proceeded into the wood, from whence the screech of a wounded bird arose, and he soon appeared, bearing it to the hut, where a sound of congratulation welcomed his approach. I was about to ask the Immortal a question, but he placed his finger on his lips, and pointed to the west. A few clumps of trees were all that now remained of the once extensive forest. I also saw a small field, with some blades of grain. The primitive form of the hut was now abandoned, for that of a little square shed, protected by a roof of twigs, wattled together. One dwelling after another, rose before me, and slight appearances of cultivation became more general. A circular space, marked by huge stones, was appropriated for worship, and certain venerable and wise men administered the mysterious rites. This scene was now interrupted, and something of importance was, evidently, occupying the attention of all the human beings before me. They congregated in great numbers around a small hillock of earth, and they seemed to debate on some matter of public inte rest. They now advanced, armed with weapons of varied and rude construction, and then rushed from my sight, in an irregular and tumultuous manner. Anxious to know the result of this movement, I was about to enquire its object, when a lond shout arose, as the poor inhabitants now returned, some bleeding and wounded, and all in despair. They were followed by men of the noblest form I had ever beheld. These were soldiers attired in complete armour, their helmets decorated with horse hair, waved in the breeze, as they advanced, with their glittering lances, and polished shields. Their leader frequently addressed them, in a melodious and beautiful language, as if urging them, by their former achievements, to spare the blood of the barbarians, and, to endeavour, by kindness and courtesy, to win them to their service. In a very short period, the country and its inhabitants, assumed a different aspect. Instead of the fields of grain appearing stinted and irregular, and presenting little tufts of corn, in retired corners of the wood, the weeds were now removed, extensive fields waved in the pride of a golden harvest, cattle lowed from the neighbouring hills, the dress of skins was abandoned by the men, and, instead of the females being employed in degrading and unworthy occupations, their services were confined to domestic pursuits, and the occasional superintendence of the flocks. The houses of the people were now greatly enlarged. Music formed an occasional re creation, and the land presented a scene of comparative happiness and peace; for the stranger warriors formed alliances with the natives, instructed them in just and equitable laws, and introduced arts, and even luxuries, to the admiration and knowledge of the inhabitants. Whilst I was musing on this delightful change, a voice suddenly arrested my attention. I heard, with surprise, invocations to the Deity! The wondering people were called upon to repent, and turn from those superstitious observances by which they had been so long enthralled. The preacher was an aged man. His beard, flowing and white, almost reached to his girdle. His eloquence was affectionate and impressive, and he was listened to with attention. I could perceive, after he had left the scene, the inhabitants frequently offering their prayers, with hands uplifted to heaven, and, on the Sabbath, numbers meeting together for social worship. The holy man was succeeded by others, but these were mysterious in their addresses, and promulgators of superstitious and fantastic ceremonies. Suddenly, the sound of the hammer and the voice of the workman were heard. A man of mild, but suspicious aspect, oversaw the work, and directed the proceedings. In a short time, a church, formed of wood, arose, and around it the cottages of the inhabitants immediately clustered. But, ere long, a numerous multitude of workmen assembled. Preparations, the most extensive, were, immediately, in progress, artificers of all descriptions were employed, and the houses became so numerous, as to assume the appearance of a large and populous village. A building, of gigantic proportions now arose before my wondering eyes its arched windows, and lofty spire, at once indicated a noble cathedral. Here, gorgeous processions were continually entering, hymns of varied and powerful melody arrested the ear, the deep and solemn tones of the organ rose on the sigh of the evening breeze, and priests, of a high and noble bearing, officiated at the altar; but, their devotion, so conspicuous in the public service, was not continued by them in their retirement. Beneath their sacred vestments, I could sometimes perceive the glance of armour; and the blandishments of the softer sex were not always forbidden in the palace of the prelate. The clashing of swords was now frequently heard in the streets. The people, dispirited and broken down by the tyranny of their nobles and their clergy, were again relapsing into barbarism, the cheerful aspect of the country disappeared, darkness was covering the land, and gross darkness the people, when the rush of men was again heard, and a loud and irresistible shout proclaimed the approach of a multitude. In an overwhelming tide it rushed towards the cathedral, and devastated all within its lofty walls. Fire was about to be applied, and the destruction of the splendid pile seemed to be inevitable, when a small band of adventurous artificers rushed forward and staid the sacrilege. A worship, simple in its form, and unattractive to the eye, now occupied the place of the prouder ceremonial, and the simple song of praise that then arose was more delightful to my ear, than all the music to which I had formerly listened. The country again rapidly improved. I could now perceive, as the inhabitants passed along, they carried books of various sizes, and, assembling in the most frequented of the streets and in the market-place, religious and political discussions ensued, and were conducted with warmth and eloquence. Scenes of diversified character now passed rapidly before us. The torch of persecution was first waved over, and then quenched in the blood of holy martyrs. Soon the city extended along the banks of the beautiful river, and little vessels were reflected on its transparent bosom. A savage horde now is sued from the mountains, and again the whole city was agitated and confused. There, armed men stood-here delicate women trembled, and anticipations of massacre and ruin pervaded the minds of all. But the mountaineers, under a rough exterior, had many vir tues, and, led by one of a princely mein and bearing, they marched from the city rather with the sympathy than the anger of the inhabitants. A race now was conspicuous, whose pretensions to superiority even called forth a smile on the placid countenance of my attending genius. Habited in the fashionable attire of their day, surmounted by a short red cloak, they only walked on a particular part of the streets, and demanded homage of all whom they met. Their influence was considerable for a time, and they ruled with a rod of iron, but their little hour flitted away like a dream, and soon their memory and their name were heard of no more. They were succeeded by a race whose pretensions to superiority were equally unauthorised, but who united with these pretensions many virtues. That race receded, before the slowly acquired, but all-powerful, influence of a third. This class was indebted for its elevation, to a gigantic power, which was substituted for labour, which ascended mountains and defied waves, and I could see preparations for a memorial to the man, whose genius regulated and constrained this Titanic influence. The city had now extended itself far beyond my vision, which the smoke from the mighty buildings of the latter class also tended to obscure; but I could perceive, by certain powers conferred on my sight, that their day of greatness was also limited, and that, in the endless cycle of human events, their rise and progress would also be followed by decline and by decay. The cloud that had so frequently enveloped me now ascended. I looked for the youth who had been my attendant, but he was gone. The visions all passed away. The solemn bell of the cathedral was summoning the worshippers to prayer, as I found myself seated on the pedestal of the monument of that great reformer, whose name sheds a glory on Scotland—a name which shall ever be venerated by all who love the prosperity of her Zion. THE CREATION OF THE CAMEL. (From the German.) "FATHER of beasts and of men"-so spake the horse, as bending, in lowly adoration, he drew nigh to the throne of Jupiter-"men say that I am one of the most beautiful creatures with which thou hast adorned the earth, and, sooth, to say, my self love does not permit me to dispute the assertion; and, yet, methinks, there are in me several things that might be amended." "And, what, thinkst thou, is there, that in thee could be amended? Speak! I am ever ready to hear advice," said Jupiter, with a benevolent smile. "Perhaps," continued the horse, "longer and more slender legs would increase my speed-a long swan neck would, certainly, not disfigure my appearance a broader breast would add to my strength-and, as thou hast destined me to bear on my back man, thy favourite, a natural saddle might supply the place of. that which the rider, in his kindness, fixes upon me." "Good!" said the Deity; patience a moment; and, with a stern and commanding countenance, uttered the word of creation. In an instant, life sprung into the dust, organized matter rushed together, and, suddenly, there stood before the throne-the hideous Camel ! The horse beheld, started back in affright, and shook and trembled in unconquerable aversion. "Here," said Jove, "here are legs longer and more slender-here the broader breast-here the swan-like neck-here, the natural saddle. Wilt thou, horse, that I thus re-create thee ?" The horse still shuddered, and strove, but in vain, to recover from his horror. "Hence!" continued Jupiter, "Hence! begone! and, for this time, be instructed, without being punished: yet, stay! to remind thee, although a penitent, now and then, of thy presumptuous daring, do thou, new creature, continue to enjoy the existence that I have bestowed." The god cast a glance of favour and protection upon the camel, and, even yet, the horse can never behold it without a shudder. WEAKNESS OF HUMAN REASON. (From the German.) Look into the opinions of men, contemplate their great diversity, their complete opposition to each other; and where shall the serious, the reflecting mind find a peaceful station to rest upon? Where shall it find "the shadow of a mighty rock, in a weary land," of fluctuating devices and tempests of opinion? Not in human literature, not in the inventions of men; but in silence before the God of our lives, in pure devotion of the heart, and in prostration of the soul. The knee bends before the Majesty of Omnipotence, and all the powers of the mind say, Amen!-In matters so important as pure religion, the salvation of the immortal soul, it is highly worthy of Divine Wisdom that He should take supreme direction to Himself alone, and not leave any part of the work to the device of man; for it is evident to every candid enquirer, that whenever he interferes he spoils it. Religion is of so pure and spotless a nature, that a touch will not contaminate it. It is uniform, consistent, and of the same complexion and character in all nations. Languages and customs may greatly differ; but the language of pure devotion of the heart to its Maker is one and the same over the face of the whole earth. It is acknowledged and felt "through the unity of the spirit, in the bond of peace." There is a harmony and consistency in the works of God, external and internal; the external operations of nature are strictly typical of internal things; the visible of the invisible world. WEST-COUNTRY WIT AT THE CLOSE OF THE AMERICAN WAR. THE following jeu d'esprit, which appeared in the Glasgow Mercury in 1783, may tend to throw a little light on the feelings of the period : For sale, by auction, at the Great Rooms, St. James's Street, the entire stock in trade of a Warlike Nation, just left off business; one hundred and twenty thousand men, very little the worse for use, and warranted as brave as at the very first moment. To be had dog cheap. Several thousand officers' swords, very fit for Hyde Park, the play, operas, &c. most of them having never been used elesewhere. They are elegantly ornamented, and not a speck of rust to be discovered, which is the more remarkable, as many of them were never out of the sheath. Several thousand military cocked hats, of a mild and inoffensive nature, and such as retain not any vestige of the smell of gunpowder. Perfumers will find their interest in putting their noses to them. An hundred barrels of gunpowder, very fit for rejoicing days, as it was never known to do much execution. A large quantity of cannon, of all sorts and sizes; the bores are very large. N. B. Those who purchase the cannon may have the loyalists gratis. Several tons of hair powder, intended for foreign service, and and now lying at Portsmouth. Some thousand cannon balls, with which India Governors may play at marbles. Several schemes of contracts, very proper to bilk any Govern ment. Six red ribbons, intended for brave officers, but never used. N. B. They may be dyed for the Irish order of Knighthood. A large cargo of ministerial abuse, which, for the convenience of purchasers, will be devided into lots. Lot 1st-consists of abuse against Mr. Fox, marked on the top Reynard, the ex-minister, the man of sin-with twenty-seven proofs, that he can neither speak, act, or think reasonably on any subject, but the pipe or the cards. Lot 2d-Abuse against Mr. Burke, marked on the top Mr. O'Conomy-consisting of a collection of the names of children's books, &c. and seventeen arguments, tending to prove that Mr. Burke is no great thing. A collection of abusive letters on the 27th of July-marked a Seaman. N. B. With a little alteration they will fit any subject. A very large cargo of Opposition Abuse, which, like the other, may be divided into lots. Lot 1st-Against Lord Shelburne, marked on the top, Malagrida, but as this cargo will not bear to be examined, the purchaser must have it as it is. Lot 2d Against the last ministry, marked on the top, weak, wicked, and unwise; among other articles are-bloody war, damnable fleets, scandalous neglect, rotten ships, secret junto, &c. &c. This lot is intended for keeping, and has lasted full ten years without the least alteration or diminution. Twenty proofs that the country is ruined near fifty years old, and yet as good as new. A great penny-worth. With several other articles; complete catalogues of which are to be had at the place of sale, and at the shop of Sarcasm, Squib and Company, No. 2, Queen's-head Alley, Paternoster-Row. N. B. The above gentlemen have just imported a large cargo of prisoners, from foreign parts. Gentlemen of landed property will find their interest in purchasing them as scare-crows. MISCELLANEA. IN these troublesome times, I find it good to follow Habakkuk's example, which is all the politics I wish to know he prayed, he got into his watch-tower, and waited for an answer, and he received it, and praised God for it. We know where to lay the blame: unbelief is the provoking sin, it has brought ruin on many kingdoms. O my country, my country, I fear for England. It is of the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not; may that move him to pour upon us a spirit of prayer and supplication, that, as a nation, we may, with national repentance, keep the Fast, humbled under his mighty hand. This is such a fast as he hath chosen, and, for his own glory, may he work a general reformation, so that iniquity may not be our ruin. -Romaine's Letters, 1792. HOME.-There is something inexpressibly touching in the story of Ishmael, the youth who was sent into the wilderness of life with his bow and his arrow, "his hand against every man, and every man's hand against him." Even in our crowded, busy, and social world, on how many is this doom pronounced? What love makes allowances like household love? God forgive those Domestic who turn the household altar into a place of strife! dissention is the sacrilege of the heart. FINE SPEAKING.-He be a mighty fine talker, surely! but he be shy of the pen-'tis not every man what talkest biggest what's the best schollard at bottom. Why, there's the newspaper I saw in the market, (for I always sees the newspaper once a-week,) says as how some of them great speakers in the Parliament House, are no better than ninnies when they gets upon paper; and that's the Corporal's case, I sispect; I suppose as how they can't spell all them ere long words they make use on. For my part, I thinks there be mortal desate (deceit) like in that ere public speaking; for I knows how far a loud voice and a bold face goes, even in buying a cow, your honour; and I'm afraid the country's greatly bubbled in that ere partiklar; for if a man can't write down clearly what he means for to say, I does not thinks as how he knows what he means when he goes for to speak!-Bulwer. ORIGINAL POETRY. RELIGION. Religion, is a nation's weal, A nation's antidote to woe; An e'er-green tree, with leaves to heal Religion, gives earth's angel forms, The truth and love of angel minds, To brave, life's frowning sky of storms, With might the brow of manhood binds. Religion, is the white-winged dove, That o'er a people's virtue broods; And with a mother's anxious love, From spoiling hands her offspring shrouds. Religion, pours the feeding oil, That bids thy torch, fair science, blaze; And superstition dark recoil, As from a seraph's dazzling gaze. Religion, is a wall of fire, Impervious to invading foes; A rock-girt coast, whose waves in ire Each proud armada overthrows. With slaves, religion cannot dwell, Her very breath dissolves their chains; Of liberty she speaks the spell, Or dies if despotism reigns. Religion's wreath of simple flowers, Becomes her more than diadem; Enshrined a queen in regal towers, She changeth as a faded gem. She is not like the swollen tide, That rolls along with gorgeous sweep; Mid' cloister'd domes on every side, That frown in shadows dark and deep. But mark yon fount of mountain dell, How 'neath the boughs they steal away. 'Tis thus religion, pure and meek, With bloom doth deck the vale of time; Thus shall her tints of harvest streak With gold, the fields of every clime. OMEGA. |