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Light for the Burman vales;
For the islands of the sea !
With sighs of agony,
'Neath the lone banana-tree !
Light for the ancient race
Exil'd from Zion's rest!
Benighted and oppress’d;
Guide them to Calvary's breast.
Ye bless’d, its beams who shed,
Till, wherever the footstep of man doth
tread, Salvation's banner spread broadly forth,
Shall gild the dream of the cradle-bed,
And clear the tomb
From its lingering gloom,
TRUTH, knowledge, wisdom, love, oh! lay up these in
store, True wealth which we may share, and yet ourselves have more.
died in Asia Minor, A.D. 1812, aged 31. He superintended the translations of the New Testament into Persian and Hindus. tanee, and was instrumental in converting many Mohammedans as well as Hindoos,
TO A TAPER.
'Tis midnight.— On the globe dead slumber sits,
THE LAKE OF GENEVA.
CLEAR, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake,
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reprov'd,
It is the hush of night, and all between
Precipitously steep; and drawing near,
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar,
He is an evening reveller, who makes
SOME murmur, when their sky is clear,
And wholly bright to view,
In their great heaven of blue.
If but one streak of light,
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
And all good things denied.
How Love has in their aid
Such rich provision made.
Ye holy towers ', that shade the wave-worn steep,
Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,
Tho', hurrying silent by, relentless Time Assail you, and the winter whirlwinds sweep! For, far from blazing Grandeur's crowded halls,
Here Charity hath fix'd her chosen seat,
Of list ning tearful, when the wild winds beat With hollow bodings round your ancient walls ; And Pity, at the dark and stormy hour
Of midnight, when the moon is hid on high, Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tow'r,
And turns her ear to each expiring cry; Blest, if her aid some fainting wretch might save, And snatch him cold and speechless from the grave!
Bamborough Castle, near Alnwick, is one of the oldest in the kingdom, and stands upon a perpendicular rock, 150 feet above the level of the sea. It was purchased, with the manor, in 1715, by Lord Crewe, bishop of Durham, who left it for many charitable purposes, but more especially for that of ministering relief to the seamen and vessels that are cast on this dangerous coast. In order to carry out his benevolent intentions, a constant watch is kept at the top of the tower, whence signals are made to the fishermen of Holy Island as soon as any vessel is discovered to be in distress, as, owing to the size and fury of the breakers, it is generally im. possible to put off from the main land in a severe storm : but such difficulty rarely occurs in Holy Island. Signals are also made use of to warn vessels in thick and stormy weather from that most dangerous cluster of rocks called the Fern Islands. Two men on horseback patrol the coast a distance of eight miles from sunset to sunrise every stormy night; a life-boat is kept in constant readiness; also machinery for raising sunken vessels : every precaution is taken to prevent wrecks from being plundered, and for restoring the property saved to its rightful owners. An asylum is offered in the castle for a week, or even longer, to shipwrecked persons; an infirmary receives them in sickness; and the bodies of the wrecked are interred within the precincts of the establishment.
THEN are they blest indeed ; and swift the hours
Nor many moons o'er hill and valley rise