THE ENGLISH BURIAL-GROUND.

ALTHOUGH MY HOUSE BE NOT SO WITH GOD, YET HATH HE MADE WITH ME AN EVERLASTING COVENANT, ORDERED IN ALL THINGS AND SURE, FOR THIS IS ALL MY SALVATION, AND ALL MY DESIRE, ALTHOUGH HE MAKE IT NOT TO GROW.1-2 SAM. XXIII. 5.

WILL Rome then yield a place of rest

To those who will not own
Submission to her triple crest,

Or kiss her priestly throne?

She will she points a plot of ground,
Without the city's hallowed bound,
Where spreads a gentle couch around,
With herbs and flow'rets strewn.

'Inscription on one of the tomb-stones.

Enough! we hail the outer ward,
And wall with ivy deckt,
The pyramid of a heathen lord1

May well our bones protect-
Better a scorned and lowly tomb,
Than lie embraced by faithless Rome,
When He, who seals the city's doom,
Shall rise for His elect!

'Tis meet, since we refuse to share
Her board of blessings spread,
Nor heed her ban, nor ask her prayer,
That she refuse our dead!

It matters not-they sleep as sweet,
Low nestled at the city's feet,
Spared by the angry storms, that beat
Fierce on her tow'ring head.

We sought with her in life no part;
Grudged not her wealth or fame;
Despised her superstition's mart;

Refused to gild her shame.

We asked no faint or jaundiced ray,

To point the Source of living day,

Our guide, THE Life, the Truth, the Way,

We owned no other name.

The pyramid of Caius Cestius.

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A long array we may not boast
Of deeds of merit bright;

Of conquests won o'er Hell's proud host,
By Man's unaided might;

One work is our's, more choice than gold,
FAITH-faith in Christ, by which enrolled,
We crowd within the Shepherd's fold,
And pasture in his sight.

No marble from Sicilia brought,
Nor monumental bust,

Nor form by skilful chisel wrought,
May press the mouldering dust;
As forth we came, we sink to earth,
Naked, and destitute of worth ;

Yet, glorying in our second birth,
We have whereon to trust.

For tho' our house be not with Him,

As His commands require,

Our service stained, our graces dim,
And faint each pure desire;

Upon the heart His broad seal prest,
In His white robe of virtue drest,
On His sure covenant we rest;

And to His heav'n aspire.'

1 John vi. 29.

We know who rightful claims our faith,
Immutably the same;

Nor heed Earth, Hell, or tyrant Death,

Tho' they denounce our name!

Without the gate the Saviour bled,
Without the gate they made his bed;
How blest with Him to lay our head,
And share our Master's shame!1

We thank thee, Rome, for this green field, Howe'er by thee unblest:

We thank thee more, thou would'st not yield A place upon thy breast!

On thy bent brow there is a sign,

Tho' fiercely flushed with harlot-wine,

That notes thee doomed to wrath divine;
-O who would be thy guest!

Far rather would we rest our dead,

Where Spring nor Summer bloom, Than ask of thee, when life is fled,

The same proud, common tomb.

When on thy crown the death-bolts lower,

The thought will cheer us in that hour;

They shared not in thy pride of power,

They share not in thy doom! '

1 Heb. xiii. 12, 13.

THE APPIAN WAY.

AND SO WE WENT TOWARD ROME, AND FROM THENCE, WHEN THE BRETHREN HEARD OF US, THEY CAME TO MEET US AS FAR AS APPII FORUM, AND THE THREE TAVERNS, WHOM, WHEN PAUL SAW, HE THANKED GOD AND TOOK COURAGE.-ACTS XXVIII. 14. 15.

How strong the love, that binds

Two souls in Friendship's bonds, when days are young,
And Hope her web of fairy beauty winds,
And Joy flits by with carols on her tongue;
And not a cloud of Care obscures the skies!

-Yet Passion soon, too soon, an entrance finds,
And Friendship dies.

How strong a lover's love,

When Youth and Beauty lean upon his arm,
Whispering soft things from softer thoughts that rove
O'er scenes, all blooming 'neath Spring's golden charm!
-Yet Time's rude wing and wintry blasts rush by,
And falcon Death swoops on the fairest dove,

Nor heeds its cry.