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The herald's line of long renown —
The mitre and the kingly crown —

Perishing glories all!
The pure devotion of thy generous heart
Shall live in Heaven, of which it was a. part!

THE FKOST SPIRIT.

He comes — he comes — the Frost Spirit comes! You may

trace his footsteps now On the naked woods and the blasted fields and the brown hill's

withered brow.

He has smitten the leaves of the grey old trees where their

pleasant green came forth, And the winds, which follow wherever he goes, have shaken

them down to earth.

He comes — he comes — the Frost Spirit comes ! — from the

frozen Labrador — From the icy bridge of the Northern seas, which the white bear

wanders o'er —

Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice, and the luckless forms below

In the sunless cold of the lingering night into marble statues grow!

He comes — he comes — the Frost Spirit comes !— on the rushing Northern blast,

And the dark Norwegian pines have bowed as his fearful breath went past.

With an unscorched wing he has hurried on, where the fires of Hecla glow

On the darkly beautiful sky above and the ancient ice below.

He comes — he comes — the Frost Spirit comes! — and the quiet lake shall feel

The torpid touch of his glazing breath, and ring to the skater's heel;

And the streams which danced on the broken rocks, or sang to

the leaning grass, Shall bow again to their winter chain, and in mournful silence

pass.

He comes — he comes — the Frost Spirit comes! — let us meet him as we may,

And turn with the light of the parlor-fire his evil power away; And gather closer the circle round, when that firelight dances high,

And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend as his sounding wing goes bv!

THE VATJDOIS TEACHER.

["the manner in which the Waldekses and heretics disseminated their principles among the Catholic gentry, was by carrying with them a box of trinkets, or articles of dress. Having entered the honses of the gentry, and disposed of some of their goods, they cautiously intimated that they had commodities far more valuable than these — inestimable jewels, which they would show if they could be protected from the clergy. They would then give their purchasers a bible or testament; and thereby many were deluded into heresy."— R. Saccho.]

"Oh, lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare — The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's queen might wear;

And my pearls are pure as thy own fair neck, with whose

radiant light they vie; I have brought them with me a weary way, — will my gentle

lady buy?"

And the lady smiled on the worn old man through the dark and clustering curls,

Which veiled her brow as she bent* to view his silks and glittering pearls;

And she placed their price in the old man's hand, and lightly turned away,

But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call —" My gentle lady, stay!"

"Oh, lady fair, I have yet a gem which a purer lustre flings, Than the diamond flash of the jewelled crown on the lofty brow of kings —

A wonderful pearl of exceeding price, whose virtue shall not decay, Whose light shall be as a spell to thee and a blessing on thy way!"

The lady glanced at the mirroring steel where her form of grace was seen,

Where her eye shone clear, and her dark locks waved their

clasping pearls between ;— Bring forth thy pearl of exceeding worth, thou traveller grey

and old —

And name the price of thy precious gem, and my page shall count thy gold.

The cloud went off from the pilgrim's brow, as a small and meagre book,

Unchased with gold or gem of cost, from his folding robe he took!

"Here, lady fair, is the pearl of price, may it prove as such to thee!

Nay — deep thy gold—I ask it not, for the word of God is free 1"

The hoary traveller went his way, but the gift he left behind Hath had its pure and perfect work on that high-born maiden's mind,

And she hath turned from the pride of sin to the lowliness of truth,

And given her human heart to God in its beautiful hour of youth!

And she hath left the grey old halls, where an evil faith had power,

The courtly knights of her father's train, and the maidens of her bower;

And she hath gone to the Vaudois vales by lordly feet untrod, Where the poor and needy of earth are rich in the perfect love of God!

THE CALL OF THE CHRISTIAN.

Not always as the whirlwind's rush

On Horeb's mount of fear,
Not always as the burning bush

To Midian's shepherd seer,
Nor as the awful voice which came

To Israel's prophet bards,
Nor as the tongues of cloven flame,

Nor gift of fearful words —

Not always thus, with outward sign

Of fire or voice from Heaven,
The message of a truth divine,

The call of God is given!
Awaking in the human heart

Love for the true and right —
Zeal for the Christian's "better part,"

Strength for the Christian's fight.

Nor unto manhood's heart alone

The holy influence steals:
Warm with a rapture not its own,

The heart of woman feels!
As she who by Samaria's wall

The Saviour's errand sought —
As those who with the fervent Paul

And meek Aquila wrought:

Or those meek ones whose martyrdom
Rome's gathered grandeur saw:

Or those who in their Alpine home
Braved the Crusader's war,

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