...deep-toned harp of the King of Judah. " Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them, who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans, Who...

...troubling, and the weary are at rest. " Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scauered on the Alpine mountains cold — Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our •athers worshipped stocks and stones : * " The Irish Church never acknowledged the supremacy...

...Milton wrote on this massacre : — "Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose hone> Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not. In thy book record their groans, Who...

...beautiful lines of Milton : — " Avenge, O Lord ! thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd ou the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans, Who...

...they sheltered in their stony bosoms from the weapons and tortures of their fellow-men ! Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ! •as the burning exclamation of Milton's agonized and indignant spirit, as he beheld those sacred...

...dark ages they were the persecuted Albigenses and Waldenses, of whom the poet has sung, "Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;" the Lollards, in our own country,, the martyrs and reformers of our church, and all who in their spirit...

...following touching sonnet which he wrote on the occasion, will show how he felt for them. "Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; E'en them who kept thy truth so pure of old, "When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, Forget...

...whom our great poet so sublimely writes, — " Avenge, О Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bonei Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy trutli so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones." But I turn to a more humiliating...

...brethren!!" Well might our immortal bard Milton, in contemplation of such a scene, exclaim: Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered...cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who...

...the late Massacre in PiedmotU. " Avenge, 0 Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all onr fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who...