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* "Now bring ye forth the chariot of the God!

Bring him abroad,
That through the swarming city he may ride." ... &c.

See SOUTHEY's Curse of Kehama.

(anto XIV. “Jaga-naut."

For her the dismal pathway must be trod ;

The hall of Padalon, the dark, the dread,
Is yawning for its dead,

And the relentless god

Frowns with his moody eyebrows. Naught avail

With those unpitying seers her terrors meek, Her soft-toned prayers, her cheek

So eloquently pale!

Hark to the cymbal, and the bellowing drum!

“Farewell, farewell !” she whispers. It is past; And round her, thick and fast,

The stifling flashes come.

Away, away !- they fly, those sights of death.

Now fiercer echoes scare my shuddering ear ! Hear’st thou ? I hear—I hear,

Upon the wild wind's breath,

The thunder of the chariot wheels, the shout

Of mighty multitudes that cheer or chide,
The charger's voice of pride !-

Hurriedly thronging out

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From street and grove the human flood is poured; Mothers, and sons, and maidens whose white hands Wave wide the blazing brands :

And He, the mighty Lord,

The thousand-headed Serpent, sits the while,

Sceptred and crowned, upon his rolling throre,
Writhing his lips of stone

Into a fearful smile.

Beneath the creaking axle the red flood

Gushes unceasing; scattered on the stones · Lie crushed and mangled bones;

Through slaughter and through blood

The chariot of the god—the dark god—reels ;

And laughter-shrill, unnatural laughter-rings
As each mad victim springs

To meet the murderous wheels.

And still the cry goes up: “Begin the song

Begin !-Behold him on his golden seat,
The terrible! ’tis meet,

Thus as he rides along,

" To worship him, the Lord, whose slaves we are !

Yea, yea, we worship, hymning now the hymn,
And dancing round the grim

And flower-encircled car !”

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*“All heads must come

To the cold tomb,
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust."

SHIRLEY.

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