brightness of gospel truths, and that the Cross of our Lord shall rise once more triumphantly in that long benighted city where his followers were first distinguished by the name of Christians. The present appearance of Antioch, as given in the plate, is from a drawing made on the spot during the past year. The View is taken from the heights enclosed within the walls, -the modern town is on the left, and the long range of the broken walls of the ancient city stretching to the right: beyond are glimpses of the river Orontes; the plain is nearly uncultivated, except in the immediate vicinity of the river: the range of mount Amanus, (the Amana of Scripture,) is beyond; and the pass into Cilicia is at the extreme point on the right. There are still leopards and ounces in the fastnesses of the range. In the foreground are native Christians sitting on a tomb; and a fountain, from which women, enveloped in a large white robe, very generally used in the country, are fetching water. COLLECT. GRANT, O Saviour, to our prayers, That thy church with ardour due In all godly quietness, Thro' the Name we ever bless. J. C. SONG OF THE HUSSITES. BY THE HON. AND REV. BAPTIST W. NOEL, M. A. He is dead! but his spirit lives on, In the quenchless devotion we feel; And think not, ye despots, we'll turn at your frown, Ye thought to extinguish his name, When ye doomed him to death and despair, When ye laughed as he writh'd in the conquering flame, But he's gone, as a glorious conqueror, home, Oh! shame on you, worst of your race! Though you glitter in purple and gold; Though you hide, by a smiling and sanctified face, The hearts that are wicked and cold. Though you serve at the altar of God— Though loudly your thunders are hurl'd, Yet millions are learning their rights to discuss, How pale and how feeble he lay In thy desolate vaults, Gottleben! Shut out from the heart-cheering light of the day, And driven from the converse of men. In darkness, in hunger, and pain, Which the haughtiest spirit can break, He was linked to the wall by the riveted chain, Yet he soared like an eagle away from his care, Who are these in their splendour and state Have come to the gloomy abode, With accents of honey, and feelings of hate, At their word from its circuit be driven; For his conscience approv'd the career he had run,His heart was already in heaven. And DE CHLUM and DE DUBA supported his faith. And bade him be constant in trial and death. The Saviour stood by him in pain, Nor left him in sorrow forlorn; And mitred blasphemers and monarchs in vain He was meek as the innocent child, He was firm as the storm-stricken rock, And so humbly he prayed, and so gently he smiled, How the murderous hierarchs swarm'd! Their hatred how fierce and how keen! For their ill-gotten honours and empire alarmed, Then the prelate of G'nese would rehearse There Lodi was uttering his impotent curse, And they loaded the saint with derision and shaine, He is gone to the land of the blessed, But the men who enkindled his pile-- God will turn a deaf ear to their prayer; And the curses they breathe round his funeral pyre We have steel in our hearts and our hands,-* Let them hunt us like hares on the heath Let them fasten our limbs to the stake Our Saviour for us did endure to the death, Let them do what they will to our children and us, They shall know that we dare to be martyrs with Huss! * The followers of Huss maintained the right of defensive war for religion. It is not meant to defend that doctrine here. E THE SUMMER BROOK. BY MISS SARAH STICKNEY. IN vain I watch, thou summer brook, In vain I watch; the sun is high, Thy silent couch where weeds are spread, To come once more, and come with speed. In vain, the dark and distant cave Are there not streams of human love, That, shrinking from their course like thee, The wanderer pines in vain to see, Shall ever more bring forth again? |