And when thou didst depart, no car of flame To bear thee hence in lambent radiance came; Nor visible angels mourn'd with drooping plumes: Nor didst thou mount on high from fatal Calvary With all thine own redeem'd out-bursting from thei tomb3.

For thou didst bear away from earth

But one of human birth,

The dying felon by thy side, to be

In Paradise with thee.

Nor o'er thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake;
A little while the conscious earth did shake
At that foul deed by her fierce children done;
A few dim hours of day the world in darkness lay;
Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the cloudless su
While thou didst sleep beneath the tomb,
Consenting to thy doom:

Ere yet the white-robed angel shone
Upon the sealed stone.

And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand
With devastation in thy red right hand,

Plaguing the guilty city's murtherous crew; But thou didst haste to meet thy mother's coming feet, And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few. Then calmly, siowly, didst thou rise

Into thy native skies,

Thy human form dissolved on high
in its own radiancy.

THE HAPPY SPIRIT.

Weep not, my mother, weep not, I am blest, But must leave heaven if I return to thee; For I am where the weary are to rest,

The wicked cease from troubling.-Come to me!'

OLD EPITAFB.

WHY do ye weep ?-to know that dust
No longer dims my soul?

To know that I am render'd just-
A victor at heaven's goal?

Or weep ye that I weep no more-
That sorrow's living reign is o'er?

Father-art thou a man of tears,
Because thy child is free

From the earthly strifes and human fears,
Oppressive ev'n to thee?

Nay, triumph that thou bad'st me love

The rest, that I have found above.

My mother, weep not-tears will hide
My glory from thy view;

If thou hadst taught me guile, or pride,
Then tears of blood were due;

But thy fond lips spoke truths divine:
Rejoice, that now their meed is mine.

Sister, sweet sister, leave my tomb,
Thy loved one is not there,
Nor will its planted flow'rets bloor
Whilst wept on by despair;

I dwell in blissful scenes of light:
Rejoice, that thou didst aid my flight.

'Let faith's resplendent sun arise,
And scatter from each soul

The clouds that veil its native skies,
The mists that round it roll:

Rejoice, that I have found a home,
Whence never more my feet will roam.

Tears for the dead who die in sin,
And tears for living crime:

Tears when the conscience wakes within

First in expiring time;

Tears for the lost-but Heaven's own voice
Says for the Christian dead-Rejoice.'

HYMN.

[TATE.]

THRO' all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

O magnify the Lord with me;
With me exalt His fame:
When in distress to Him I call'd,

He to my rescue came.

O make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide

How bless'd they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;

Make you

his service your delight, He'll make your wants his care.

Deliverance to His saints he gives,

When His relief they crave:
He's nigh to heal the broken heart,
And contrite spirit save.

For God preserves the souls of those
Who on His truth depend;

To them and their posterity

His blessings shall descend.

CHARACTERS OF THE DISCIPLES.

FROM KLOPSTOCK'S MESSIAH.'

[ROSCOE.]

Now the last sleep,

Last of his earthly slumbers, gently sealed
The Saviour's eyes. In heavenly peace it came,
Descending from the sanctuary of God

In the still softness of the evening air.

The Saviour slept, and Selia meanwhile

To the assembly with these words approached.
Say who are they, whose eyes, bedimmed with grief,
Silent ascend the mountain; sorrow's hand
Their face has touched, yet harmed not, ever such
The grief of nobler souls; haply some friend
Wrapt in the silent arms of death they mourn,
Their like in virtue. Then the seraph thus:

Those are the holy twelve, O Selia,
Chosen by the Mediator! Happy we,

'I'heir guardians and their friends. 'Tis ours to near Their mighty Master, when with sacred love

His heavenly thoughts he speaks; in eloquence
Majestic, opens heavenly mysteries,

Calis from the skies immortal virtue down,

To walk the earth, and to eternal life

Moulds the responsive heart. Deep knowledge thence We draw, while his bright precepts prompt our souls To highest adoration! Selia,

In daily contemplation shouldst thou mark

His noble friendship, life illustrious

In God's own eyes, thy soul would overflow
With joy delighting even to angel ears
The converse of his followers, when of him
They oft rejoicing speak! as spirits in Heaven
Each other love, so Jesus they. I oft
Have 'midst our bright beatitudes declared,
And now proclaim, I would that I were born
Of Adam's race! yea, subject even to death,
Could death be sinless! then more worthily
My Saviour should I honour, dearer love
My mortal brother; joyful then for him

Would die, who died for me; while flowed in death
My guiltless blood, and sank my dying eyes,
Him would I praise; my latest sobs, my last
Faint sigh, harmonious as Eloa's strains,

Should reach the Almighty's ear! Then, Selia, thou
With viewless hands shouldst close my dying eyes,

And to God's throne my fleeting spirit bear!

Then Selia spake. My heart like thine is moved Man's mortal form to assume! Illustrious band, Friends of the Mediator; worthy life

Immortal, whom as brethren Jesus loves!
On golden seats, fast by the living throne,
Hereafter shall ye sit, and judge the earth,

With all her kings! Their names, O seraph, speak,