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DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM.
FALLEN is thy throne, O Israel!
Thy dwellings all lie desolate;
Thy children weep in chains.
Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem!
Till evil came and blighted
Thy long-lov'd olive tree 3,
Then sank the star of Solyma,
Where once the mighty trod,
And sunk those guilty towers
"Go," said the Lord, "ye conquerors!
1 Jeremiah, xii. 7.
* Jeremiah, xi. 16.
* Jeremiah, xiv. 21.
4 Jeremiah, xvii. 6.
Tell Zion's mournful daughter,
O'er kindred bones she'll tread;
Shall hide but half her dead.”
But soon shall other pictur'd scenes,
When Zion's sun shall sevenfold shine
And on her beauteous mountain stand
"Salvation by the Lord's right hand!"
LET us turn the prow,
And in the track of him who went to die 1,
Two thousand years roll backward, and we stand,
Once did I linger there alone, till day
The Elder Pliny. See the letters in which his nephew relates to Tacitus the circumstances of his death. (A. D. 79.)— In the morning of that day Vesuvius was covered with the most luxuriant vegetation; every elm had its vine, every vine (for it was in the month of August) its clusters; nor in the cities below was there a thought of danger, though their interment was so soon to take place. In Pompeii, if we may believe Dion Cassius, the people were sitting in the theatre when the work of destruction began.
Just where the three ways meet, I stood and look'd,
Mark, where within, as though the embers liv'd,
1 The house of Pansa the edile is one of the largest yet discovered in Pompeii, and is handsomely decorated with marbles and mosaics. It is in the Via Consularis, the principal street. It is remarkable that Cicero, when on his way to Cilicia, was the bearer of a letter to Atticus from Pansa the Pompeian. "That this was the house in question, and that in the street, as we passed along, we might have met Cicero, coming or going, every pilgrim to Pompeii must wish to believe." Delighting in the beauties of the Neapolitan coast, Cicero could be no stranger in this city.
* The carriage wheels have worn deep traces in the pave
3 The houses are all numbered and named.
In this building there are four corn mills, and a stable for the donkeys, who were blindfolded, when employed in grinding the corn, as they still are in the south of Italy. Heaps of corn were found here. Amphora, or earthen jars for flour, the oven for baking, varying so little from those made at present, that it might easily be restored to its original use. Cato praises the skilful millers of Pompeii.
Each ready for its office but he comes not.
Of shows ere long to be,) a sculptor wrought,
As through the courts and chambers we advance,
And columns clustering in Patrician splendour.
I cannot err, a filling as of baths!
Ah, no, 'tis but a mockery of the sense, Idle and vain! We are but where we were; Still wandering in a City of the Dead!
On the marble dresser are stains evidently made by the contents of the cups having been spilled. Each shop has a stove, which was requisite, as the ancients were accustomed to boil their wines.
2 On the door-sill of one of the apartments in the house of the Vestals is the word " Salve" wrought in mosaic.
THE FALCON'S REWARD.
AN EASTERN STORY.
BENEATH the fiery cope of middle day
The youthful Prince, his train left all behind,
His favourite falcon, from long aëry flight
Till gladly he had welcom'd in his drought
The dullest pool that gather'd in the rain; But such, in fount of clearer wave, he sought Long through that land of barrenness in vain.
What pleasure when, slow stealing o'er a rock,
A golden goblet from his saddle-bow
He loos'd, and from his steed alighted down
When set beside the promise of that draught,
The brimming vessel to his lips at last
He rais'd, when, lo! the falcon on his hand, With beak's and pinion's sudden impulse, cast That cup's rare treasure all upon the sand.