"Seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life."-Gen. xliv. 30. "And Abimelech took an axe in his hand and cut down a bough from the trees, and took and laid it on his shoulder; and said unto the people, what ye have seen me do, make haste and do as I have done. "And all the people likewise cut down every man his bough, and followed Abimelech."-Judges ix. 48. "And he said, he that dippeth his hand with me in the dish, the same shall betray me."-Matth. xxvi. 23. "This Judas said, not that he cared for the poor, but because he was a thief and had the bag.”—John, xii. 6. "I smote him-I caught him by his beard, and smote him and slew him." 1 Sam. xvii. 35. "Opened Job his mouth and cursed his day-let it not be joined unto the days of the year-let it not come into the number of the months."-Job. "And the graves were opened, and many bodies of saints which slept, arose and came out of their graves after his resurrection, and went into the Holy City, and appeared unto many." Matth. xxvi. 51. "What is man, that thou art mindful of him? Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels. Thou crownedst him with glory and honour, and didst set him over the works of thy hands."-Psa. viii. 4. Heb. ii. 6. "Nicanor lay dead in his harness."-Macca. xviii. 22. "In the most high and palmy state of Rome, a little e'er the mightier Julius fell, the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets." Hamlet, Act I. sc. 1. "What a piece of work is a man?how noble in reason-how infinite in faculties-in form and moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like angel-in apprehension, how like a God. The beauty of the world-the paragon of animals."-Ham. A. II. s. 2. "We'll die with harness on our backs."-Macb. Act V. sc. 5. From among a number of impressive subjects transferred by Shakspeare from the Bible into his immortal plays, and therefore the more deservedly immortal-that of the arrest of the Saviour in the Garden of Gethsemane will conclude the present paper. Though this scene, as might be expected, deprived of the associations which crowd upon the mind when contemplating the agonies -"the hour and power of darkness," the glory and triumph of " the Man of Sorrows" appears, shorn of its splendours and degraded, when made to bear upon the essayed capture of "The Moor of Venice." The Saviour had declared that the hour was come when he was to be betrayed into the hands of men. That he went there "to be found of them." He goes to the garden, some of his disciples being provided with swords. An armed band, with weapons and torches, approach. Instead of flying, the Saviour goes forth to meet them. One of the disciples having smitten a follower of the band, the Saviour says "Put up again thy sword into its place, for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword. Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels. But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled that this must be." John, xviii. 3. Matth. xx. 51, &c. Are we not then warranted in asserting, that the later and most wonderful of the plays of Shakspeare afford at least "imputation and strong circumstance leading directly to the door of proof"—of his having been a profound admirer and student of Holy writ; and, as a consequence therefrom, that to the extended list of books in the English tongue, to which our attention has been directed by his distinguished biographers, as the sources from whence his almost superhuman mind sought to satisfy its longings after knowledgethe Bible is yet to be added, and vindicated as the foundation and "chief corner stone" of the wisdom of Shakspeare? * The design to be found-the details of the scene-torches and an armed band-the words of inhibition to combat-the reason, in the assumption of power to have more than met the emergency-if the actor had so designed, the intimation of a higher object to be accomplished, &c., altogether present so many points of contact and analogy, as to lead the mind to but one conclusion. EXTRACTS FROM A POEM "ON THE MEDITATION OF NATURE” BY PARK BENJAMIN. INTRODUCTION. Or Nature's pure philosophy I sing:- Or flash revenge from his dark shrouded eye,- The solemn grandeur of her ancient woods, All fill my soul with reverential awe; INVOCATION. Let us go forth and hold communion sweet The woven strain of most enchanting sounds Alone with Nature in some voiceless glen, Well may we deem, that round each bosom's throne SCEPTICISM. The man, who cannot see the light divine THE SUN. Behold the sun in his imperial height, Is in the silence of his rising hour. On all alike his equal radiance streams; The humblest flower receives his earliest beams, THE STARS. Oh, when to rest the wearied day retires, What is your hidden mystery? do ye stream Are ye not glimpses of those chords that string, On the free waters let your vision dwell; They scatter brokenly to charge again! Where the horizon meets the glimmering sea, What fragile mists are floating!-Look, once more A sail! a sail! and yet it cannot be— 'Tis but a sea-bird that doth lightly soar; And where yon billows, like strown diamonds, gleam, I soon shall hear his shrill, rejoicing scream! And can such radiant beauty ever wear The shadow of the tempest? Will its proud And vengeful rider, in deep midnight tear The folded blackness of the thunder-cloud,-- To leap like lions startled from their sleep? |