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Heard not the sacred Syrian air

A murmur of lament,
Of pale and passionate despair-

All human sufferings blent?
Were there no restless hearts, that bowed

Beneath the cross they bore, And sicken'd in the present cloud

For quiet days of yore?

There was no sorrow in the sound

Of their rejoicing hymnThe breath of Faith, whose echo found

Response from Cherubim !
The solemn strains, whose anthem rose

On Syria's lonely hills,
Till earth's divinest spots are those

That its calm music fills!

with a psallery, a tabret, and a pipe, and a harp, before them, and they shall prophesy. And the Spirit of the Lord will coine upon thee, and thou shalt prophesy with them.” Many other instances might be cited of this union of music and prophecy. But perhaps the most striking example of the custom practised by the prophets of tranquilizing their minds, and exciting in themselves divine inspiration, by means of music, is in the 2nd Book of Kings. The three sovereigns of Israel, Judah, and Edom, marching with their armies through a wilderness, were all upon the point of being destroyed by thirst, as there was no water to be found in their passage either for man or beast.

“ And the King of Israel said, Alas! that the Lord hath called these three kings together, to deliver thein into the hand of Moab. But Jehoshaphat said, Is there not here a prophet of the Lord, that we may enquire of the Lord by him? And one of the King of Israel's servants answered and said, Here is Elisha, the son of Shaphat.”

In this extremity they had recourse to the prophet of Israel, the son of Shaphat, and went down to him. And Elisha said, “ Bring me a minstrel. And it came to pass when the minstrel played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him, and he said, Thus saith the Lord, Make this valley full of ditches :" &c. “The Chaldean paraphrase,” says Burney, “un-i derstands by prophesying, adoring God and singing praises unto him.”

(To be continued.)

" For the love untiring

Life amid the dead-
For the strong aspiring

That thy love hath shed -
For the peace unspoken,

Limitless and free-
For the heart unbroken
By its work for Thee,

We bless thee, O our God!

« For the path of trial

Where thou erst hast led,
Through sorrows and denial

Those thy spirit fed
For the glory given

To the head unbowed,
For the light of Heaven
Shining through the cloud,

We bless thec, O our God !"

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A small evening party had assembled in the said a very young girl hesitatingly; "perhaps pretty little drawing-room of Mrs. Hatfield, a Mr. Cranfield was jealous, and thought that widow of a certain age. The locality was in Miss Dorien showed some preference for a Bloomsbury; consequently the guests were not favoured rival.” denizens of what Jean Paul Richter denominates “Why,” said her father, a plain downright“the cold Mont Blanc of aristocratic life,” but looking man, “I must say that I never saw anythey were just as heartless and selfish as if they thing in Miss Dorien's manner that could excite had been born and bred in May Fair. They a lover's jealousy; I think she was a inodel to were talking with great animation and eagerness all young ladies in the prudence and propriety on a subject of unusual interest.

of her deportment." Alice Dorien and Charles Cranfield were the “ Did you never, Mr. Jameson,” said a lady friends of half the persons in the room, and the next him, “hear a song which sets forth how a intimate acquaintance of the rest. Alice Dorien young lady may contrive to and Charles Cranfield had been engaged for three months; the wedding-day had been fixed;

Peep through the sticks of her Indian fan, lawyers and milliners had done their best in

And Airt on a quiet plan’? their behalf, and now--the engagement was Well,” said Mrs. Hatfield, “quiet coquetry suddenly, strangely, inexplicably broken off, is my abhorrence; I like a flirtation, I acknowand Alice Dorien and Charles Cranfield “de- ledge, but I like it to be carried on in an honest, sired to be better strangers !” No wonder, then, I open, undisguised way.” that words flowed free and fast; no wonder that Mrs. Hatfield had propounded such a selfthe whist-tables were unoccupied, and that the evident fact, that her guests could not do otherchessmen stood in undisturbed possession of wise than express an unqualified assent to it. their snug quiet squares. One very deaf old “ But,” said Miss Jameson," who appeared bachelor, indeed, silently laid hold of a pack of to take a deep interest in the subject, “nobody cards, and ostentatiously and repeatedly shuffled can tell us on which side the engagement was them; but when he found that no notice was broken off. Why do you not speak, Mary taken of his manæuvre, he resigned himself to Moreton ? you are an intimate friend of Alice the absence of sympathy, drew his chair to the Dorien's, and I dare say can tell us more about card-table, and speedily became absorbed in the the affair than any one else.” "pleasing perplexities' of Patience.

Mary Moreton had not hitherto mingled in Had any ostensible reason been assigned for the conversation for two reasons-she really the quarrel of the lovers-had they differed in liked Alice, and therefore had no pleasure in opinion about pin-money, pug-dogs, or the talking over the details of her desertion; and she Polka, the subject would have gradually worn had for some time been carrying on a covert itself dry, and the four aces would have come in attack on the heart of the deaf old bachelor, who for their customary share of attention ; but the was a mau of considerable property; she had mystery was as puzzling to solve as the deepest therefore drawn her chair in loving propinquity of conundrums or most contradictory of cha- to his own, and was watching in apparently rades. Alice Dorien and Charles Cranfield were deep interest the progress of his first game of both remarkable for placidity and evenness of Patience. “I am enabled,” she said, “ to assure temper; they never quarrelled with other people ; ' you that the fault was entirely on the side of why, then, should they quarrel with each other: Mr. Cranfield. Alice Dorien has always con

" It could not be that there was any difficulty | ducted herself in the most exemplary manner, about the marriage-settlement,” said the lady of and she cannot recall to her mind even the shathe house, seizing upon the most popular cause dow of a dispute with her lover. Yesterday of broken engagements; it was drawn by Mr. | morning Mr. Dorien received a short note from M'Tavish, of Chancery-lane, and signed and Mr. Cranfield, saying that he was convinced the witnessed last Thursday. I had this fact from dispositions and tastes of Miss Dorien and himundoubted authority. Mr. M'Tavish's nephew self were so dissimilar that nothing but unhapby marriage is intimate with a gentleman who is piness could be expected in an union, and that paying his addresses to my first cousin."

he therefore considered that for the sake of both " What could an engagement possibly go off parties it was better to part for ever." about, if it did not go off about money matters?" And Mary Moreton, having delivered her said a wrinkled, eager-looking old man, who short speech, turned round to the card-table just had been privately sketched by an intimate in time to condole with the deaf old bachelor on friend in the character of Arthur Gride in the loss of his game of Patience. Nicholas Nickleby!

I never could have supposed such a thing " Perhaps it went off about some love dispute," of Cranfield,” said Mr. Jameson. " I should

have imagined him much too well principled to the hand of wastefulness would soon scatter and have done anything without a good reason." annihilate.

“ Perhaps there inay have been a good reason Usually speaking, men in the middle class of for his conduct," said Mrs. Hatfield. “I have life do not entertain any particular apprehension heard of matches going off because insanity has of extravagant wives, because, in that line of been discovered in a family. I always thought society, extravagance is by no means a cominon there was something very particular in Alice vice, and many a man has passed through life Dorien's eyes.”

blessed with a mother who piques herself on “ Particular brightness and beauty, I allow," the smallness of her weekly bills; a wife who, said Mr. Jameson.

| although, like Mrs. Gilpin, “ on pleasure bent,” “ After all,” said the old man who resembled like her, possesses "a frugal mind;" and daughArthur Gride, “it appears to me that none of ters who turn their dresses, revive their ribbons, you have hit on the real reason which has caused and walk on foot to little friendly parties ; till, the marriage to go off.”

satisfied with the prudent management of his “ What is it?" exclaimed a general chorus, own “womankind," he quite forgets that there all evidently hoping that a ray of light was about are any families extant, where it appears to be to penetrate the dim obscurity of Mr. Cranfield's the sole part of the wife to squander, and that of inconstancy.

the husband to withhold. Such, however, had . “ The young women of the present day," said not been the blissful ignorance of Cranfield ; his the old miser, “ are noted for their extravagance; mother had been a pretty, elegant, sweet temmany a worthy man has been ruined by the pered girl, who had suffered under the misforexpenditure of his wife. Doubtless, Mr. Cran- tune of being adopted by a rich, fashionable field saw evidences of a wasteful disposition in aunt with a large life-income. At the death of Miss Dorien, and wisely thought that he would her aunt she became the wife of a man of modeescape the danger of peeping through prison rate property, quite ignorant of the duties that bars for the greater part of his natural life.” she was undertaking, quite unconscious of the

A silence ensued; little of kindness or good kind of life on which she was entering; she was feeling existed in the party ; but even they could thoroughly oblivious of the simplest doctrines not find out the remotest cause for accusing of ways and means ; in short, she laboured Alice Dorien of extravagance.

under a kind of monomania which made ber “I must say,” remarked Mrs. Hatfield re- believe that an income of eight hundred a year luctantly, “ that Alice Dorien managed her was fully competent to provide carriages, parties, father's house prudently and economically; 1 watering-place visits, an elegant house, full of think she understands the value of money." well-trained servants, jewellery, millinery, and

“And she dresses with a good deal of taste various other necessaries of life. She acted on and very little expense,” added little Miss this principle till she drove her husband to the Jameson.

perilous step of selling out part of his capital, a Mary Moreton, who had just enticed the deaf financial operation which she was not in the old bachelor into a game of Piquet, gare brief slightest degree able to comprehend. She died but decided evidence, between the deals, that when her son was twenty years of age, her hus. Alice Dorien was an excellent accountant and band soon followed her to the grave, and Cranadmirable manager; and the miser's conjecture field's birthright of eight hundred a year was having thus completely fallen to the ground, reduced to less than a fourth of that sum. He nobody seemed disposed to hazard a new one, had been too fondly attached to his gentle and and the company soon separated. Soine of them affectionate mother to deem her a peculiar exdreamed that night about faithless lovers and ample of folly and prodigality; he made up his forsaken maids; the deaf old bachelor dreamed mind that extravagance was ihe besetting sin of of piques, repiques, and ear-trumpets; and Mary women, and when his legal gains, conjoined Moreton dreamed of playing a long protracted with the interest of his little independence, game of Patience, which she won at last, the enabled him to begin “a search for a wife,” he stake for which she played being a plain gold felt that he should be almost as difficult to be ring!

suited as Calebs in a similar quest. When he Clever conjectures, like many other things in was introduced to Alice Dorien, he was not only this world, do not always meet at the time with delighted with her accomplishments and amiathe appreciation they deserve; everybody had bility, but thoroughly satisfied with the prudence repelled the idea that Cranfield could possibly of her character. I have shown that even ber have broken off his engagement on account of particular friends could not utter a depreciating Alice Dorien's extravagance, but yet such was word when her abilities for thrift and manageindeed the case; such was the solution of the ment were canvassed in their presence; and inystery; such was the “ blue chamber” to Cranfield, who thoroughly agreed with Dr. which ihe uninitiated had hitherto been denied | Fordyce that “economy in a wife is the surest a free admission. Cranfield, from a very early way to riret the affections of a husband," properiod of life, had felt a perfect horror of extra- posed, was accepted, and revelled in happy vagant women; he was in the law, and his sinall anticipations of carefully disbursed sovereigos, patrimonial fortune and moderate professional and regularly receipted weekly bills. llice's gains amounted to an income whichi, prudently little fortune was secured to herself; her modest managed, would secure every comfort, but which and tasteful trousseau was provided, the pretty

The Embroidered Handkerchiefs.

presents of her friends and relations were re- the Moravians themselves were unequal to such ceived and admired, and so happy was she that an undertaking—it must have been the work of she forgot to lainent over one solitary cause of the fairies! So would a lady spectator have dissatisfaction,

said ; but men are singularly indifferent to the Alice had a distant kinswoman-a rich old niceties of satin-stitch and eyelet-holes ; and lady, who had given her many wax dolls and Cranfield, so far from giving way to any raptures picture-books in her childhood, and work-boxes on the beauties of these works of art, exclaimed and annuals in her girlhood, but who had never with a look of mingled dismay and derision, taken notice of her for the last two years, be- " And do you actually mean to say that you cause Alice had thought proper to refuse a grey- gave a fifty-pound note in exchange for these haired, ill-tempered invalid, thrice her own age, two pieces of tortured cambric, which would who, in consequence of possessing a town and have been dear at as many shillings?” country house, and two carriages, had obtained Alice faltered forth an affirmative, and Cranthe favour and recommendation of the aforesaid field was about keenly to denounce her folly and old lady. Alice had written to her, telling her extravagance, when morning visitors were anof her intended marriage, and hoping for a kind nounced, and the disenchanted lover hastily reanswer, or perhaps (for human nature will be turned to his apartments, feeling truly grateful human nature still) hoping for a present, but that he was the solitary possessor of them. It neither letter nor present arrived. A week, would have been impossible for Alice to have however, before the day appointed for the wed- laid out fifty pounds more to the dissatisfaction ding, Mrs. Rebecca Dorien, either inspired by of her admirer : he spoke truly and candidly, benevolence or ostentation (for charity's sake we not under the influence of momentary irritation, will hope the former), sent a few lines of con- when he said that he considered fine needlework gratulation to the bride-elect, accompanied by as nothing better than a means of torturing an enclosure of a fisty pound note, requesting cambric. Then too, he reflected that the flimsy that she would expend it in the purchase of any fabrics, scarcely more substantial than the banks wedding present most agreeable to her own taste. note which had been exchanged for them, would Cranfield anxiously waited to notice how Alice not long remain even as they were; they would would employ this unexpected donation. Alice be surrendered to the tender mercies of the had hitherto been an economist; but then her laundress, dropped on staircases at crowded father's income was small, and the money allotted parties, and perhaps, horror of horrors ! refor her trousseau very moderate; it remained to placed from his own limited income. Yes, it be seen how she would act when a sum that was clear that extravagance was the natural must to her appear a large one was unexpectedly characteristic of Alice; it had lain dormant for placed at her command. I would not have my want of circumstances calculated to develop it, readers suppose that Cranfield, with all his vene but it had now burst forth with additional force ration for pounds, shillings, and pence, expected from having been so long kept under restraint; his afhanced one to purchase her wedding gift doubtless the mornings of Alice's married life into the savings' bank; but he certainly expected would be spent at Howell and James's, and her that it would be laid out in something of tangible evenings in the gay scenes where she might exvalue, something that might descend to a future hibit her ruinous purchases. Cranfield, to do generation as a mark of Mrs. Rebecca Dorien's him justice, was benevolent and kind-hearted, solitary act of generosity to her young kins- and his economical habits had never prevented woman. Two days elapsed; Alice had men- him from relieving the wants of the poor to the tioned nothing relative to the fifty pounds, and full extent of his means. Had Alice, seduced Cranfield at length resolved to inquire whether by an Utopian advertisement, bestowed her fifty she had expended it.

pounds on a newly founded charitable asylum ; “I laid it out this morning," replied Alice, or had she even, in the effervescence of youthful with more uncertainty and timidity of manner credulity, given it to a begging-letter impostor, than was natural to her; for, although perfectly Cranfield would have admired her generosity, modest, she was generally collected and self- although he might have wished to have seen it possessed.

exercised on a smaller scale; but could anything “ And you laid it out in something very be more utterly, more contemptibly selfish than elegant and ingenious, I have no doubt," said the purchase she had made ? Othello himself Cranfield gallantly.

was not more haunted by the fatal vision of a “ In something very elegant and ingenious ?” handkerchief than was Cranfield ; his dreams echoed Alice, looking exceedingly embarrassed. that night constantly depicted to him Alice em

“ May I not hope to have the pleasure of ployed in the act of dissolving pearls in vinegar, seeing your purchase?” asked her lover. and lighting tapers with bank notes, and in the

Alice left the room, and after wearying Cran- morning he resolved on sending to Mr. Dorien field's patience by her protracted stay, she re- the letter of which the substance was related by turned, bearing with her a sheet of tissue paper, | Mary Moreton at Mrs. Hatfield's party. from whence she drew two of the most exqui- Mr. Dorien, fond of his daughter, and proud sitely embroidered cambric handkerchiefs that of her, lavished divers uncomplimentary epithets had ever figured in a ruination shop! The on Cranfield, and said that “his insolent letter accurately raised satin-stitch leaves, the delicate was not worth the honour of a reply,” and that eyelet-holes, the highly-wrought tendrils—surely “it would be best to treat him with silent con

tempt.” Alice Dorien shed bitter tears in pri- , Why had not Alice written to him, confessed vate, but she had much quiet self-control; she her fault, and “taken the shame with joy”? exerted herself to seem cheerful and composed About this time, Cranfield received a letter before her father and friends, and in a few from a friend of his own age, a young clergyweeks the sudden and dangerous illness of her inan who had lately become a married man, and kind father gave her a legitimate cause for sor- was all anxiety to introduce to Cranfield the row, and she felt that it would be lawful to model of feminine perfection in the person of appear publicly with red eyes without giving her his wife. “She had not wealth, or position in own little world room to assert that her heart society,” he wrote ; "she occupied the station was breaking under the infliction of her willow of an humble companion when I first met with garland.

her; but my income is sufficient for every modeTwo years had elapsed since these events; rate comfort of life, and my dear Isabel is a Alice Dorien had lost her father after an illness paragon of good management and frugality; of some months' duration, through which she come and stay a few days with me, and judge had attended on him with the most patient and for yourself of the attractions of my pretty unremitting devotion. After his death, which vicarage and delightful wife.” Cranfield accepted did not affect her pecuniary resources, she the invitation; he was desirous of again seeing complied with the request of some relatives, Darnley, and felt an instinctive persuasion that that she would take up her abode in the re- he should like his chosen Isabel. His expectatired and beautiful country village where they tions were fully realized; Isabel was not only resided.

lady-like, sensible and prudent, but although Cranfield still remained unmarried, yet he far inferior to Alice in personal charms, there was very tired of his single blessedness, and was something in her manner and deportment had made several ineffectual attempts to fall in which seemed to recall the latter to his mind. love, but none of the objects of his pursuit pre- Cranfield, since the adventure of the embroisented such a combination of attractions as dered handkerchiefs, had felt an increased disAlice Dorien had done. Economnical housewives like for the “busy idleness” of fancy work. did not touch the piano, accurate accountants Isabel, during the first three days of his visit, did not care for picture galleries, and the stu-was engaged in working for a poor family, and dents of cookery books were quite at fault in her employment met with his cordial approbatalking of the modern poets and novelists. Ac- tion; but the hoinely garments were at length complished, elegant girls were as plentiful as finished and sent away, and Isabel produced an roses in summer ; but although all of them elegant little work-box, and drew forth from it a were evidently capable of spending an income, delicately filmy and elaborately ornamented piece none of them seemed properly versed in the way of cambric. Cranfield looked at it; the satin-stitch of economizing it. When Cranfield heard of the leaves and miniature eyelet-holes awakened paindeath of Mr. Dorien, he fully imagined that ful associations in his mind. Isabel was working Alice, after giving a few months to seclusion, a handkerchief very similar to those purchased would start upon the world in the character of a by the imprudent Alice! dashing fashionable, spending the capital of “ Perhaps, Mr. Cranfield,” said Isabel, “you her little fortune in a twelvemonth, and either will think that I am wasting my time in this ensnaring some wealthy dolt at the end of it, or minute and tedious work (Cranfield allowed her retiring into obscurity, perhaps as the pensioner supposition to pass uncontradicted), but to emof the rich spinster whose fifty pound present broider a handkerchief must always be a tempting had developed the latent extravagance of her occupation to me, since I connect the idea of it nature.

with the most interesting period of my life.” About a year and a half after Mr. Dorien's “ How so?” inquired Cranfield listlessly, death, Cranfield met with an old friend of his supposing that Isabel was about to tell him of childhood, whom he had not seen for many the brilliant success of some of her exquisite years, and who it appeared was residing with needlework at a charity hazaar. his family in the same village as Alice Dorien. “I feel much inclined to tell you the story," Cranfield inquired after her, but merely as he said Isabel, “for it is a pleasing though a sad would have done of a common acquaintance, one." and his friend (an old married man, and there- Somewhat relieved by hearing that it was to fore an impartial judge) spoke of her in the be a sad one, Cranfield expressed his thankfulhighest terms; her goodness, steadiness, con- | ness, and Isabel proceeded. sistency of character, self-denial, and kindness “ Family troubles can have little interest for a to the poor, rendered her, he said, a pattern to stranger, and I will therefore briefly say that the all young women. Cranfield heard this character death of my father left my mother and inyself in silent surprise ; such indeed was the Alice entirely dependent on a small income ceasing Dorien of former days, but the embroidered with her life, quite insufficient for even the mohandkerchiefs--those tremendous, although tiny derate wants of two persons. My mother's ensigus of prodigality, seemed perpetually to health became impaired; she wrote to a ricli unfold themselves and wave before his startled uncle, requesting his assistance; he enclosed sight; true, they appeared to be a solitary in- her a bank-note of small value, and hinted that stance of extravagance, but then should not this it would be desirable if I were to seek for some transgression have been followed by repentance? I means of maintaining myself. This I could not

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