his reproachful speech—“ This one fellow came in to sojourn, and he will needs be a judge." Thus alone in his faith and worship of Jehovah-encompassed with wickedness-all the enjoyment his wealth could procure must have failed to satisfy the mind of Lot, harassed incessantly with scenes of crime he was compelled to hear of or witness. His thoughts must often have wandered back to the happier days of his youth-to the peaceful time when he dwelt with Abram in Canaan, and held with him the intercourse of congenial hearts, and joined with him in worship before the altar of the Lord. Those remembrances could not be effaced by the restless ambition or the anxieties of his new life.* In heart Lot still The train of thought here suggested brings to mind a beautiful poem by Mrs. Caroline Gilman, in which are expressed the involuntary feelings of the American back-woodsman, who, retreating into the forest, has thrown off the forms of society, and would "fly beyond the Sabbath." We quote the poem entire : "He flies! He seeks the moaning forest-trees, The sunny prairie, or the mountain sweep, The cataract, foaming 'neath the dizzy steep, "He lists The crackling of the springing deer, The serpent hissing at his lone couch near, "Wanderer Beyond the Sabbath, tell me why With eager steps you shun the haunts of men, honoured the religion he professed, though fearful encroachments had been made by principles and motives antagonistic to piety That, floating sweetly o'er your native glen, "You know You feel, beneath the woodland skies, When comes the seventh day of sacred rest, Deep wells of fond remembrance struggling rise Within the caverns of your rocky breast A gush of thought, like visions of the blest, "And you Will turn, and mark the record tree And you will feel there is a purer air, "How sweet The strain of skyey minstrelsy, That floats above you in the wild bird's song! "Such tones Are swelling yet in many a spot, Sacredly twining out with praise and joy; And there's a group,-Oh, they forget you not, Are in their tones. |