Of man immortal.-In that magic zone? Where? What is wisdom? 'Tis to fear the Lord, THE HOME OF LOVE. As the poor bird, from out the ark set free, So, Lord, again my spirit seeks its home, And to Thy will in every wish resign'd, Though all its "pleasant things" be turn'd to dust. Thy love is home! There is no home beside, For man's far-reaching and immortal thought, Which wastes its might in joyless wand'rings wide, Till to that rest in meek subjection brought. There only may we grasp sufficing good, And feast our spirits with divinest lore, Strong to enkindle Hope's most raptured mood, With visions high, unfolding evermore! Foretastes of bliss eternal, gleams of light, Revealing fairest imag'ry of heaven, Felt wonders of the Spirit's inward might, To happy dwellers there, are freely given. They breathe an element whose vital power Spreads through each faculty unsullied life, A soul within the soul,-mysterious dower, Bequeath'd by Him who conquer'd in the strife! O, thought sublime! the creature, and the God, Free through the uncreated depths to move! Which power omnipotent alone doth frame;- The chosen few in brightness dwelling there, A home of love awaits them in the skies, Cheltenham. ARGÆUS. WRITTEN BY A YOUNG LADY IN HER BIBLE, THE DAY SHE COMPLETED HER FOURTEENTH YEAR. THOU Book of Life! thy healing balm still flows Amid our trouble and adversity, When mortal help hath fail'd, we turn to thee, A lamp to cheer our age and guide our youth. The sailor wandering o'er the sea afar, O, what bright hopes would fill his trembling soul So 'twas with me: tost on life's stormy wave, London: R. Needham, Printer, Paternoster-Row. THE SAND-WIND OF THE DESERT. (With an Engraving.) OUR Number for June last contained an account of that fearful natural phenomenon, the Sand-wind of the Desert, extracted from "A Visit to Egypt and Sinai, by Alexander Dumas." This month we present the reader with an engraving which most impressively depicts the occurrence which the verbal representation describes. We give, likewise, an additional account of this dreadful species of tempest, as occurring in the Syrian deserts,-extracted from a "Narrative," given by Lamartine, in his "Travels in the East." We took the road, says the Narrative, towards the country of Heggias, sleeping each night among the tribes which covered the desert. On the fifth day, after passing the night under the tents of El Henadi, we arose with the sun, and went out to saddle our dromedaries, when we found, to our great surprise, that their heads were buried in the sand, and it was not possible for us to draw them out. We called the Bedouins of the tribe to our aid, who informed us that the instinct of the camels led them to conceal their heads thus, in order to escape the simoom; that their doing so was an infallible presage of that terrible tempest of the desert, which would not be long in breaking loose; and that we could not proceed on the journey without meeting a certain death. The camels, who perceive the approach of this fearful storm two or three hours before it bursts, turn themselves to the VOL. III. Second Series. Z |