sion of Pantheism is, to absorb in its vast sere and yellow leaf of Autumn. It assures bosom all ideas and forms. It excludes no us that there is a life, a never ending life religion but assimilates them all." What beyond the present, that there is a soul mind of common sense but must treat this within us which can live distinct from the ineffable jargon with scorn and contempt! body, and which will live when the body Such, then, are the doctrines and the ten-shall have mouldered into dust. It tells us dencies of Materialism on the character of that there will be a day of resurrection and individuals and nations. They confound the of judgment, a day when justice will reign truths of science and of morals, they dete- triumphant and all righteousness be fufilled. riorate individual and national character; Here we have no crude speculations, no illthey lower the aims and repress the aspira-digested theories of self-styled philosophers; tions of man; lessen the value of the pres- but the sure word of God himself, confirment by throwing clouds and darkness on the ing our belief, elevating our hopes, and future; rob man of his most effectual conso-teaching us the true end and destiny of our lations in seasons of misfortune and sorrow, being. by interrupting the light which Christianity sheds on the gloom of the grave; brings down man to the end and value of the brutes by degrading his nature to their level, and terminating his existence with theirs.

"There live, alas! of heaven directed mien,
Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene,
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of a day,
Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay,
Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower,
Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower;
A friendless slave, a child without a sire.
Whose mortal life, and momentary fire,
Lights to the grave his chance-created form,
As occan-wrecks illuminate the storm;
And when the gun's tremendous flash is o'er,
To-night and silence sink for evermore!

Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim,
Lights of the world, and demi-gods of Fame?
Is this your triumph-this your proud applause,
Children of Truth, and champions of her cause?
For this has Science searched, on weary wing,
By shore and sea-each inute and living thing!
Ah, me! the laurel'd wreath that Murder rears,
Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears,
Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread,
As waves the night-shade round the skeptic's head.
What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain?
I smile on death, if Heaven-ward HOPE remain!

But if the warring winds of Nature's strife

Be all the faithless charter of my life,

If chance awaked, inexorable Power,
This frail and feverish being of an hour;

Docmed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep,

Swift as the tempest travels on the deep,
To know Delight but by her parting smile,
And toil, and wish, and weep a little while;
then meit, ye elements, that formed in vain,
His troubled pulse and visionary brain!
Fale ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom,
And sink, ye stars that light me to the tomb!"

But are such the fortunes of our race?

No. no! Revelation positively assures us That not all of man shall perish like the flowers of Spring, nor wither forever, as the

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It is no less truth than poetry; that

The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its Sire,
Can NEVER DIE.

Washington, Pa.

S. A. L.

THE LATIN HYMNS,

'DIES IRE" AND "STABAT MATER."

[To many readers these noble old Hymns may be so familiar that translations of them at this late day may seem rather a work of supererogation; particularly as one of them ("Dies Ira") has frequently been put into English. Yet as they are not generally accessible, it is hoped they may not be unacceptable here. The translator only claims for the present versions, close literalness of rendering, except where it will be observed that liberty has been taken so to modify the Popish features of the "Stabat Mater," as to make it unobjectionable to Protestant readers.] Lexington, Va.

The baron de Lerac had alighted at the very first inn which presented itself. Thus when the travellers entered Clermont they stopped where he had stopped. Froissart showed great satisfaction at this occurrence, and when the travellers set out on the following morning not for Paris but for Tours where the King was, the chronicler declared his intention of waiting until the baron could ransome his suit from the adventurers, with a laudable wish not to leave him without a companion on his journey.

Sir Roger wished to reply to this argument advanced by the King, but just as he began, Espaing who considered the audience merely a necessary ceremony and of no real importance drew him away by the arm and making Charles a low salute, retired with his companion.

When they were gone Charles turned to the Duke of Berri, who together with Louis D'Orleans and Philip of Burgundy, had witnessed all, and said to him:

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What think you of this claim, cousin?"
I think your own is just," said the duke.
"Oh, and on what grounds?"
"Remember that I have heard the reasons
on both sides."

"Oh, you have other reasons!"
"What my Lord ?"

"A dislike of this poor viscount," said Charles laughing.

"I dislike Messire de Chateaubon? why so!"

"Ah faith! cousin, because he opposed

The Knights then continued their journey and arrived without further accident at Tours. As they entered on one side, another procession appeared at the opposite your marriage to Madame Jeanne de Bougate glittering with velvet and gold which approached to the sound of clarions. Sir Espaing recognized John de Montfort, Duke of Brittany.

It will soon be seen for what reason he had come to Tours. The knights engaged their lodgings and Sir Espaing de Lyon went to the Bishop's palace to demand a private audience of the King.

Charles fixed it for the next day.

When the hour appointed for the purpose came, the two knights went to lay the Viscount's remonstrances before the king.

logne."

"He oppose it," said the duke ironically. "And he was quite right, your lordship."

said Orleans.

"In opposing my marriage?"

"Yes. He is Madame's kinsman, and he very naturally wished to keep his pretty cousin so young and inexperienced from the dangerous air of the court."

The duke blushed with anger.

"A woman of true virtue," said he in a formal tone, "only appears more pure and innocent amidst the temptations of the capital."

It is not necessary to detail the various arguments which were alleged on the part of "Oh," groaned a voice, and Bonbon the the Viscount, going to prove that he, King Jester inserted his long person through the Charles, had no just right to the country of half open door. Foix. When they had finished, Charles re- His long turned up shoes were garnished plied that no doubt the Viscount's remon- with bells, an entire song was worked in golstrances were very just, if his own rights den thread on the sleeves and back of his were founded simply on the non-payment of doublet, and on his head in place of the foolTM* a mortgage, but," continued the King, cap was perched a large henin with enor "Count Gaston died without heirs by mar- mous ears and two horns, which issuing out riage, hence the province of Foix belongs from the temples curved gracefully back like to the kingdom of France. This is the view those of the antelope. taken by the Council; if you can persuade them of the justice of your cause, do so Messieurs. Meanwhile I shall not take possession of the province."

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"What are you making a noise there for. fool ?" said Charles," and whose henin have you stolen ?".

The fool came nearer to the King.

"What do I see," said Charles, "Madame the Duchess de Berri's of opal velvet, which she wore yesterday?"

"The same, gossip," said the Jester.

What, this was given you by Madame Jeanne ?"

"Who is she?"

"Mademoiselle Jeanne, maid of Madame de Berri. Why 'tis very plain."

Oh, and these are from the maid who receives her mistress's worn out clothes." "It is not worn out. It is worth three

"Indeed, and this girdle too of crimson crowns. I shall sell it, but meanwhile it silk."

shall be my crown."

And Bonbon glided into Charles' seat from which he had risen.

Come," said the King, "get up."

No, I wish to be king for a short time. The throne makes the king and I am not the first fool who has occupied one."

How," said Charles, "and meanwhile what am I to do?"

"Be my jester, Charlot, turn about."

"Well be it so," said Charles laughing. At this freak Philip of Burgundy turned his earnest countenance towards the group. He seemed to despise joining in a conversation so frivolous.

"Bonbon," said the Jester, taking off his enormous headdress, "take our emblem of

Deliver it then to one of our royal un

Yes," but listen to what I said. "I lead royalty. Now we are as little as our suba hard life indeed," I answered, "a very jects. The crown weighs down our brows, hard life. If the King or the courtiers are take it in keeping." dull, if all are devoured with ennui, it is "I a poor Jester!" where is the rascal Bonbon, where is the spotted cat who is fed with crumbs from the royal table? A hard life, a hard life. Then Jeanne made me the presents which your leans?" highness sees."

When a woman turns fool, a fool may certainly become a woman," said the Jester, pointing to his head piece.

cles."

"To whom? To his highness of Or

"Oh, oh! take care.

Our brother of Orleans would pawn it to the first Jew he met to sustain his extravagances."

The duke laughed heartily.
"To Berri then," said Charles.

"Oh, oh, take care! He would give it to that worthless Jacques Thibaut, whose ascendancy is so great that his highness can

The duke bit his lip until it bled at this refuse him nothing." insolence, The duke frowned.

"My faith," said Charles, too good humored to really hurt his uncle's feelings, "if you offend our cousin of Berri, we will have you well whipped."

Offend his highness, offend his high

ness!"'

Yes, for you make him jealous."

"How, I make him jealous?"

"Did you not speak but now of Madame's kindness to you?"

Oh gossip to Bourbon, to Bourbon, his highness of Burgundy would put it on his own head."

Philip started as if an adder had bit him, and his shaggy brows contracted violently. Charles looked round, he had become calm. The King again turned to Bonbon.

"Speak not, good fool," said the Jester with great dignity, "but attend. Bonbon I "Of Madame's? No, of Mademoiselle's." believe thou art honest; Bonbon I believe