When the silver-footed dame Quaff'd from Jove's imperial bowl, O'er her fainting senses, came Pow'rs renew'd of frame and soul: Thus, when I have sipp'd life's stream, Not Olympus' regal dream, Could produce so rich a draught. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. ་་ "If what is affirmed of Christ, in Sacred Writ, be duly considered, we shall find the holy Penman represents him as God, by a personal subsistence in the divine nature, and as man by a begotten and assumed humanity. This glorious complex Person is called Immanuel, or God with us; this name seems designed to express his whole person: and when it is considered, that none is AL but Jehovah,' and that Christ is Al with us, it must follow that Christ is Jehovah. The Hebrew Al, is translated God, and is the last syllable in Immanuel: in Hebrew Omnu. Al,—Al, God; om, with; nu, us. Matt. i. 23."-STEVENS's Display of the Triune God, &c. How beautiful from mountain steep, The prophet's trumpet sounded, In cadence long and loud and deep, Prepare your chaplets to adorn Who, unto you, "a child is born," The Mighty God, in human form, To snatch a thing of dust—a worm— The government on him shall rest, As "Prince of Peace," whose holy breast This rod has grown from Jesse's stem; From David's branch this scion; And, lowly born at Bethlehem, Will die despis'd at Zion. But blow the trumpet! loudly blow! Bid Gentiles to his rising flow, And kings obey or tremble. ELI! ELAH !* Air" Where shall the Lover rest?" Where is the foeman's friend? High on yon mountain Thither your footsteps bend; His breast is open'd wide, Free to receive you; And in his hands and side Balm to relieve you. Eli, Elah! Eli, Elah! Balm to relieve you. Such a pure stream of love, Such a rich treasure, Seems to the blest above, Source of sweet pleasure. * Eli, the offering or lifting up. Elah, the curse. Man only, blindly runs Warn'd, yet he scarcely shuns Death's stinging terror. Eli, Elah! Eli, Elah! Death's stinging terror. A QUERY TO COMMON SENSE. QUERY. In the world there's tribulation, Pleasant hours speed soon away; Bursts of joy have short duration: Whence arises this affliction? Why, was man, a mourner, made? REPLICATION. God laid on him one restriction, Which he boldly disobeyed. H INFERENCE. Hence arise the many evils, Which nor rich nor poor can flee; All in vain! the sophist cavils, Not exempt from misery. CONSOLATION. Yet the gracious, wise Physician Nor rejects one man's petition, PARELLELOGRAM. Show me, sirs, the king or nation, (Since the sun, a being had, In the system of creation,) Who a living law has made; |