

From He Louisville Journal. ptlI PIT ELOQUENCE.
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pIiIGll El4OSROis4NClI. ..s aeclining--the breeze in its glee aE tbe fair blossoms to sing on the sea, si % in its gorgeousness, radiant and still, " sun ike a gem from the brow of the hill; n,rIous psa rI star in the glory of June tfei.u,th 4 ,,th smile and sat down with the moon, oar I.,ced ~q her blue throne with the pride of a qass q;1es of her loveliness gladdening the scene.

 ao was enchanting in distance away sceHs sls Soam crested waves of the Chesapeake bay; o,,l;,.b+ tho ,,;JIaro r,-ao soon e .g anILrcb in the distance that stood on the ! grs1m sIon;ne meadows lay brightly unrolled, soll-sUP7 yP9an7les of yerdure and blossoms of gold, llem aortb in her beauty, forgetting to grieve, lls ,.er s'' in her bloom on the bosom of eve. {, hosrted child, had wandered away

 tba snot where my footsteps had gambol'd d all 4 e.uo ua5 ss q birds was the song of my soul, a 4 l,os hosrd the wild waters exultlngly roll; .aa l1s, I;abtening my heart as sported along, % % hn2sts of low laughter, and snatches ot song, I. .eI Jll in the pathway half worn OCT the sod S 'S oN fset that went up to the worship of God. 4r.ced the green windings, murmur of prayer fa.Ir m. b,nn of the worshippers rose on the air, ,.a,,,r u,s bv inc links of its sweetness along, uiaMn T nnobseryed. in the midst of the throng. .lh;ia my young spirit still wandered about i M,,ib sha br5s and the winds, that were singing ,sis N,s'V~ waves and zephyrs were quickly forgot | 'ange gel-Ike being that frightened the spot. ,tare majestic, apart from the throng, istOod in his beauty, the theme of my song .rbeek pale with tervor-ths blue orbs above #n wi win the splerdors of youth, and of love: Etbe heart-glowing rapture that peamed from N those eyes .ed saddened by sorrows, and chastened by slghs, 4 be young heart in its bloom had grown cold, I ifs loves unrequited, its sorrows untold. Y lanqace as his may I never recall, ;s t5eme was salvation-salvation to all, ho sonls of thousand in ecstasy hung 2 manna-Jike sweetness that dropped from his tongue. .,. sad bv each gesture, it sunk to the soul, seemed that an angel had brightened the sod, roucht to each bosom message from God pke of Saviour-what pictures he drew rene of His sufterings rose clear on my view! ross-the rude cross where He suffered and died; ,sbofbright crimson that flowed from His side rp of His sorrows-the wormwood and gall arkness that mantled the earth as pail; Rrland of thorns-and the demon-like crews melt as they seoffed Him, C Hail King Or the Jews"

 F Ike. and it seemed that his statue-lilxe form led and glowed as his spirit grew warm; he so impassioned-so melting his air,

 ched with compassion he ended in prayer; ands clasped above him-his blue orbs up- # thrown

 leading for sins that were never his own, that mouth where such sweetness ineffable clung,

 poke, tho expression had died on his tongue. od what emotions the speaker awoke! tai he seemed-yet deity spoke; b-yet SC far from humanity riven;

 th-yet so closely connected with Heaven! 5 bft in my fancy I've pictured him there, stood in that triumph of passion and prayer, his eyes closed in rapture-their transient F eclipse

 bright by the smiles that illumined his lips. charm in delivery-a magical art Thrills, like kiss, from the lip to the heart; he glance-the expression-the well-chosen l word,

 lose magic the depths of the spirit are stirred; |nle-the mute gesture-the startling pause, kye's sweet expression-that melts, while it awes-

 p's soft persuasion-in musical tone ch was the charm of that eloquent one Ene is long past-yet how clearly defined bay, church and village float up on my mind; mid azure the moon in her pride

 The sweet little trembler that sat by her side the blue waves, as she wanders along, D in their gladness and sing her song, tread in the pathway holf-worn OCT the sod, feet that went up to the worship of God. me is long past, yet, what visions I seel st, the dim past, is the present to me;

 tanding once more mid that heart stricken throng:

 n floats up-'tis the theme of my song rious and bright as spirit of air, kht like halo encircling his hair

 Itch the same accents of sweetness and love, spers of Jesus-and points us above weet to my heart is the picture I've traced in of bright fancies seemed almost efaced, emory, the fond one that sits in the soul pp the frail links and dconnected the whole; dew to the blossom--the bud to the bee scent to the rose-are those memories to me. the chords of my heart they have trembling ly clung,

 E echo it gives, is the song have sung.

 MEJTA