of priests, coming aboard to do such part of their duty as lay in the command, "honor the king;" and mounting a hat box, which was convenient, I tranquilly awaited the result. Onward they came in their robes, a long line like Banquo's issue, till the eye, wearied with their number, and from the regard with which our magnate considered them, only their number prohibited me from thinking that, like Banquo, he might "claim them for his own"-subject, of course, to a small mortgage by the devil. They threw themselves upon him and eagerly kissed his cheeks, his hands, or his coat sleeves, as opportunity offered, and relationship favored the selection, till exhausted by so much attention, the Prince dexterously released one hand, and lifting his hat, gave the signal to "come to order”-just as I was making the discovery that my rostrum had given way, or in other words, that I had gone through the hat box, which, for the sake of inquiring friends, I will state was empty-that is, till it held my leg. While extricating myself from this "durance vile," I observed the gentleman with gold lace round his cap, whom my friend had mistaken for Purser's clerk, in his call for his toddy, smiling facetiously and slowly enunciating the word biglietto, which I understood to correspond to our expression of "ticket, sir?" Now my ticket happened to be in the possession of a certain Don Carlo, who, in spite of my stewards polite prefix to his name, figured in the capacity of courier to myself, and who, for the sake of fresh air and a small reduction in price, was at that moment on the forward deck. As I perceived no method of communicating with him, and il capitano appeared in a hurry, I did as well as I could, and gave what I thought, considering his connection with the great waters, should not offend him, which was-my last wash bill. It was neatly folded and resembled a "ticket" as much as any thing, so that he bowed, took it, and I heard nothing more of it till my servant, on the production of the genuine biglietto at my order, demanded, in return, the proof I wasn't clear on credit. I was next saluted by a man in English, who asked me whether I was an American, and on my answering him in the affirmative, addressed me as follows:-" You gum to my o'tel-I ave gabital o'tel--one Signore Americans die in my o'tel tree day ago. I know de Consule, he live pres to my o'tel. You gum--boat take you subitisimo-ab you de pasaPorto?" Fortunately, at this interesting crisis my valet interposed, and marshaling the way led me into a small edition of what had just afforded me so much merriment; where, after waiting about twenty minutes, while my passport was being made over, a new one made out, a permission to debark brought, and my luggage brought on board, we at length spread something white and pointed our head toward the opposite shore. What followed our arrival must be delayed to another chapter. THE TWO SPIRITS. (Concluded from page 13.) SHADES crouch and fly before the orient sun; And rocky portals bar the beating tide Of heaven-descended light. So flew the mien Gay roses twined around her snowy brow, And blooming cheeks reflected back their hue. Scenes-where glad joy shares throne with dismal pain When evening comes with all her shadowy train, And winds and waters mingle in a murmuring strain. SONG. I've left my home in the far off sky, For the smiling world, with its wooing voice, While day went by, and night approached I saw thee lie 'neath the oaken tree, I heard the song which a spirit breathed I know the place where the spirit dwells; She dwells alone, and she has no one Who may lighten a heavy hour. Her cheek is pale, and her eye is wet And sighs escape from her heaving breast, But often she flies to the earth alone; She tries to change for a cheerful look She tunes her voice to a pensive lay, Which is wafted on the gale, And the hearts of some are lured away Beware! beware how thou trust her word And follow her commands. She bids thee hie to some quiet place, Far, far removed from the busy world, But list to me, and I'll try to tell I flew this morn from the spirit world, I saw a child in its mother's arms, On the white and wave-washed strand. A monster huge, from the foaming deep When lo! the child, from her clasping arms, One cry is all, and the harmless babe Is a feast to the monster wild. I stood by the mother and asked her why She beat her breast with her trembling hand, And the tears flowed down her cheek; She said, 'twas not that she hated it, Away I flew, o'er the azure sea, To the land where a tyrant reigns. I saw the slave, at his cruel task, I saw the grief which oppressed his heart, I turned my steps to a city fair, By the side of rich and proud. And she stained the cheek of the modest girl, I entered the door of a falling hut, And beheld the form of a dying man, With a fair child at his feet. The rest were gone to a land of peace, And they were left in the gloomy hut, I entered the mansion of wealth and pride, I saw a man, arrayed in gold, I saw a youth 'neath an oaken tree, I heard him say that the noisy world But, in loneliness and solitude, He would pass a tranquil life, For, far from the scenes of the busy world, With toil and turmoil rife. Oh! rouse thee! rouse from the dreamy sleep, And hear the world's loud call! It comes, it comes from the heathen land, Fast bound in error's thrall. It comes from the land of the tyrant's sway, And from the weary slave; From the guilty, who yield to their deadly lusts, Oh! listen not to the siren tongue, But haste to war, with thine armor on, And thy heart fast closed to fear. Go forth, as an angel of light from heaven, And thy name shall then have right to claim The fires which glowed upon the far-off West Had flickered and gone out, save one bright spark, Hovered the shades like sprites all grim and stark Wet with the tear-like dews of heaven. And hark! O'er slumbering lake, and mead, and grove, there dance E. ECCLESIASTICAL ARCHITECTURE. Ir is an original principle of our nature, which leads us to consecrate shrines and temples to the Deities whom we worship, and to lavish upon them all the beauty which our skill can command. In the most savage state of society, we behold men throwing together rude heaps of stone upon which to offer sacrifice to their uncouth idols; and passing on among civilized nations, we see hill and valley crowned for the same object, with stately structures, rich in dome, and portico, and colonnade, and adorned with the most beautiful conceptions of the painter and the sculptor. As this spirit was implanted within us at our very creation, so it is among the most pure and lofty feelings of which we are conscious. What object more noble, more appropriate to man as an immortal being, can be imagined, than the rearing of temples which shall be fit habitations for the GoD of the Universe; in massive solidity typical of HIS unending life; in solemn grandeur of His ineffable majesty? When we look upon it in this light, sacred Architecture rises to an eminence and a dignity far above that to which any other art has attained. It fills us with the most exalted ideas of the nature of worship, withdraws our imagination from low and polluting objects, and carries it upward and onward to the great DIVINITY. Let us endeavor, therefore, to catch a few occasional glimpses of its progress during the various periods of its history. If we look first at that primeval nation, the Hebrews, we shall find that the temple of religion among them far surpassed in magnificence the most celebrated structures of ancient or modern times. As we read the description of it in Holy Writ, we can almost see it rise up before us in its pristine grandeur, flashing in the sunbeams with gold, and marble, and jewels innumerable, and dazzling the eye of the beholder with an almost etherial beauty. To the Jew it was something more |