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 2 KINGS XIX. 8. The Assvrian came down like a wolf on the i"id' u;s cobor,s were gleam'ng in purple and gold, d,hs sheen of their spears like stars the sea Ivh.D ,be hlue wave rolls mighty the deep Galee 1;La the leaves ofthe forest when summer is green, Tina, host with their banners at sunset was seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown That host on the morrow lay withered and srown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd: And the eyes of the sleepes waxd deadly aud chiIl Their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still And there lay the seed with his nosril all wide. But thro' it there relied not the breath of his pride And the foam ofhs gasping lay white on the turf And cold as the spray of the rock-beaten surf. And there lay the rler distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail And the tents were al silent, tae banners alone, The lances uD!ifiet he trumpet unbIown. And the widows oc Ashurare loud in their wall. And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal And the might of the Gentle, unsnote by the sword Hath melted like suow iu the glance of the Lord.

 THE MAIDS REMONSTRANCE. FROM AN UNPUBLISHED OPERA, BY T. CAMPBELL.

 Never wedding, ever wooing,

 Stilla lovely heart pursuing,

 Read you not the wrongs you're doing

 In my cheeks pale hue

 All my life with sorrow strewing

 Wed, or cease to woo. Rivals banished, bosoms plighted.

 Still our joys are disunited;

 Now the lamp of love is lighted,

 Now half quenched appears

 Damp and waverng, and benghted

 Midst my sighs and tears.

 Charms you call your dearest blessing,

 Lips that thrill at your caressng,

 Eyes mutual soul eonfessing,

 Soon you'll make them grow

 Dim and worthless your possessing,

 Not with age, but wo.

 TThe swain who would refuse to listen to such swee entreaty, must be hard-hearted Turk, and deserve to be brained with iady's fan. W, Wcu d | willing to forego all the editorial fame which will ever accrue to us for the sake of being the sbe a remonstrance like the above-.1