Where is the assessor? where is the weigher ?*| where is he that counted the towers? t Thou seest no more the fierce people, the people of a dark speech that thou canst not perceive, of a stammering tongue that thou canst not understand.‡ Look upon Zion, the city of our solemnities; thine eye shall see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, a tabernacle that shall not be taken down; not one of the stakes thereof shall ever be removed, neither shall any of the cords thereof be broken. Then the note of Immanuel joins the note of The remnant shall return, and is blended with it: But there the glorious Lord will dwell with us; a place of broad rivers and streams, where: in shall go no galley with oars, neither shall gallant ship pass thereby.§ For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our lawgiver, the Lord is our king; he will save us! Yet once more the note to remind of Spoil specdeth and of "the terror," finishing and merged, however, in the notes of victory: Thy tacklings are loosed; they hold not firm their mast, they keep not spread the sail; but then is the prey of a great spoil T divided! the lame take the prey! And the inhabitant shall not say: I am sick! the people that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity. Of this fine chapter the rendering in our Bibles is often inaccurate, and I have had to alter it. But I have altered it as little as I possibly could, and I should rejoice if the reader happily failed to notice that I had altered it at all. No; decidedly the revisers must not hope to make us enjoy Isaiah by giving us as a rendering of him: For every boot of him that trampleth noisily. MATTHEW ARNOLD. Of the tribute paid to Assyria. ↑ In order to besiege them. The Assyrians spoke a Semitic dialect not intelligible to the Hebrews. SNo earthly waters, but the river of the peace of God. To Judah. TOf the retreating Assyrians. From The Nineteenth Century. THE LAND OF PROMISE: A FABLE. BY LORD LYTTON. I. A PILGRIM FOLK, o'er leagues of pathless sand The craggy shore of a capacious stream: And lo! the Promised Land before them lay All in a golden sunset, whose last gleam Reveal'd between the rovers and their rest No barrier save that river's bridgeless breast. II. Each sufferer, sick and footsore from the waste, Hail'd with reviving hope the blissful sight. About the river-beach they pitch'd in haste Their evening tents, and roam'd in dreams all night The Land of Promise. At the dawn, however, The signal trumpet sounded, summoning Was broad, and deep, and rapid. The first III. Scarce was this salutary rule laid down, bold!" VL All Were husht with horror. In the silence said That old grey-headed watcher of the tide, Friends, let us mourn for the untimely dead, Whom impulse fair, with precept false allied And inexperience, to their doom hath led. They err'd in seeking, but they sought, the truth; And we shall miss the force their fervor caught From full hear's glowing with the fire of youth. That generous warmth, alas, no longer ours, Yon ravenous and remorseless element We have to deal with. No concessions vile, "Surely enough of perils and privations, Of trust betray'd, and labor lost, enough, And hopes deferr'd, whose fraudulent invitations Have we seen perishing the brave, the bold, We He turn'd upon his heel, The remaining few accents low and grave 'What, without us, would be the common weal? Mere common woe," they murmur'd. "Let us save, In spite of its own self, society." And slow they rear'd, with unimpetuous zeal, X. "Astray is all your skill, Nor ever will the work you do succeed!" A meagre mocking voice exclaim'd one day. It was a little, thin, dry, crooked man, Who had from the assembly stolen away When first the feud 'twixt young and old began, And now, as furtively, return'd. "I know That river. It is mischievous and mad: But there's some good in it, if you knew how To make the best of what is not all bad. Your dyke anon the rising flood will break, And deluge all." They answer'd, "Other dykes If needed, other sluices, we will make : ""Twill roll where you will like its rolling less. Lengthen the road they never leave less rough!"What is thy system?" "I will build a Dupe us no more. Foot-wearied fools we are, We left our own; yet nought but miseries bark". "And shipwreck all! These plunging whirlpools split Our stoutest planks to splinters. Noë's ark And not a friend to whom we can confide As easily as if it were mankind: (In turn betraying its betrayers) led Each to the other grudged his lawless share XV. Vain each endeavor! They who, to reach the Promised Land, relied On fervid impulse, passionately perish'd At the first plunge. The wretches who denied Its pitying promise, cheerless, and uncherish'd Even by the lost tradition of it, died. 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