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So, struck at once aghast and still,
Stands at the tidings Earth;
Mutely reflecting on that hour,

The last one of the Man of Fate ;
Nor knows she when another tread

Of mortal foot, that proud one's mate,
To trample on her bloody dust
Will spring to birth.

"My Genius saw his sparkling throne,
Saw, and had nought to say;
And when in Fortune's rapid change
He fell, arose, and lay;

With thousand voices shouting round
It mingled not one cry.

But now, from servile flattery pure,
From coward insult free,

It rises, mov'd that splendor such
Should fade so suddenly, -

And scatters o'er the urn a chant,
That may not die.

"From the Alps to the Pyramids,

From the Rhine to the Manzanare,*
Of that sure one the thunder-bolt
Sped with the lightning's glare ; —
He shot from Scylla to the Don,
From one to the other sea.

Was it true fame? - For other times
That high decree. We low

The forehead bend before that Power
Supreme, which chose to show
What vaster print of its great will
In him could be.

"The stormy and the trembling joy
Of a grand enterprise, -

The burning care of a tameless heart
With kingdoms in its eyes,-

Were his ; and then the palm he won
'T were mad to have hop'd from fate.
All he pass'd through; the height of fame

Heightened by perils o'er ;

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"As on the head of a wreck'd man
The billow whirls and weighs ;
That billow, o'er whose top the wretch
Stretches his eager gaze,

Straining his sight, but all in vain,

To spy the distant land;

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So o'er that mind the foaming weight

Of recollections roll'd.

Oft strove he to the times afar,
His very self to unfold;
And on the everlasting page
Fell the tired hand.

"How often, as the idle day
Was dying into rest,

His flashing looks upon the ground,
His arms across his breast,

He stood; and of the days that were

-

Came up the memories thick !

He thought upon the shifting tents,
The rampart's battered force,

The lightning of the infantry,
The surges of the horse,
And of the hurried battle-word,
Obeyed as quick.

"Alas! in such a strife, perhaps,
The panting spirit fled,

And disappeared; but then a hand

Strong from the Heaven was spread,

"And to more respirable air,

Pitying, that soul conveyed;

And bore it o'er hope's flowery paths
To everlasting fields;

Where waits that prize, whose ready gift
More than our wishes yields,
And where the fame that pass'd is all
Silence and shade.

Lovely, immortal, bountiful,

Faith, used to triumph ever!
Write this new victory, and rejoice;
For haughtier height has never
To the reproach of Golgotha

Bow'd down its humbled crest.
Thou from his weary ashes keep
Each word that 's harshly spoken!
The God, who prostrates and lifts up,
Who breaks and heals the broken,
On that lone pillow, at his side,*
Vouchsafed to rest."

ART. VIII. - Biblical Researches in Palestine, Mount Sinai, and Arabia Petræa. A Journal of Travels in the Year 1838, by E. Robinson and E. Smith. Undertaken in reference to Biblical Geography. Drawn up from the Original Diaries, with Historical Illustrations. By EDWARD ROBINSON, D. D., Professor of Biblical Literature in the Union Theological Seminary, New York; Author of "A Greek and English Lexicon of the New Testament," &c. With New Maps and Plans in Five Sheets. Boston: Crocker & Brewster. Vols. I., II., III. pp. 571, 679, 721. 8vo.

THERE has been no lack of travellers to the Holy Land. Tourists from nearly all the civilized countries of the West have flocked thither, in every succeeding century since the birth of Christ. First, we have an uncounted number of credulous story-tellers, prepared to put faith in every thing, and to retail signs and wonders to multitudes as wise as them

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This alludes to the crucifix, that lay on the pillow of the dying Emperor.

selves. Every rock, with them, is the scene of a miracle; all the old oaks sheltered some venerable patriarch; caves and wadys, without number, are hallowed as the last restingplace of prophets and apostles, except the honored relics have been exported for the benefit of less favored regions. We have heard of itinerant merchants, in a certain district of New England, who were accused of leaving their conscience on a particular plain, till they could conveniently accommodate the troublesome guest on the homeward journey. So, it should seem, has it fared with many who have made the tour of Western Asia. They have not permitted their good sense to cross the Red Sea, or they have left it when they were disembarking at Smyrna or Akka. No better account can be given of the incredible mass of silly or of lying legends, which have been palmed off upon the Christian world.

Another class of travellers in Palestine, are the imaginative. They visit the plain of Sharon and Mount Tabor, in order to write poetry. Their fancy had long revelled in the dreamy and delicious East. They had anticipated the ecstasies which they should feel, if they could but tread the paths of holy seers and evangelists. They go, not to collect instruction, but to be excited. Their journals are not trustworthy records of what they saw and heard, but highly wrought descriptions of the ever-changing hues of their own. feelings and imaginations. It is fortunate, if they do not so mingle truth and fiction, that we are lost with them in a labyrinth of ingenious fancies. The reader of taste and intelligence is often utterly wearied, if he is not fatally misled. How little valuable knowledge does one get from the pages of Chateaubriand! The object at which he aims is not, if we may judge from our own experience, at all secured. We have no power to accompany him in his poetic flights, or to sympathize in his wordy declamation. We should much prefer the honest fables of some good, easy monk of the middle ages. It is due to one tourist of this class, M. Lamartine, to say, that he gives the reader fair warning. When we can find no correspondence between the descriptions of this French poet and the real objects of nature, we are to remember, that we were candidly advertised, that such might prove to be the case.

In the journals of a third class of travellers in Syria, we

discover much which is attractive. Their object is to provide entertainment. They give us lively sketches of manners and customs. They deal with the living inhabitants, rather than with the memorials of the past. As their principal design is to furnish agreeable narratives or startling incidents, they are more apt to communicate first impressions than well-reasoned and consistent results. Such travellers

however fulfil an important purpose. Many of the habits and customs of the oriental world suffer no change in the lapse of centuries. What a sharp-sighted observer sees and reports now, gives us a faithful impression of the contemporaries of Moses and Solomon. The Midianite of the Pentateuch reappears in the predatory Bedawy of 1840; the Sheikh, who has seen Admiral Napier face to face, is a fair representative of the patriarch who stood in the door of his tent," before the Exodus from Egypt. Hence a journal like that of our countryman Mr. Stephens helps to illustrate the incidents recorded by Joshua, or the apothegms uttered by the sage son of King David.

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The remaining class of travellers in the Holy Land and Arabia, that we shall notice, are unhappily few in number. When we have mentioned half-a-dozen names, like those of Maundrell, Niebuhr, Burckhardt, Rüppell and Seetzen, our list is exhausted. Such men have gone forth with some adequate sense of the responsibleness of their errand, determined to use their own eyes, and to be rigidly honest in the investigation and statement of facts. Into the besetting sin of journalists, fanciful embellishment, exaggerated coloring, — they did not fall. They had no intention of imposing on the credulity or ignorance of their readers. They scorned to practise the arts of the mere book-maker, or of him who is resolved, at all events, to tell an interesting story. With such men, carelessness is not a venial offence. Why be at the trouble, they would ask themselves, to visit distant countries, and submit to an intelligent public a report of our observations, unless we make that report as accurate and as complete as it is in our power to do? Our libraries have

enough already of fables and fancy sketches.

It may here be worth while to inquire, why the number of veracious and well-trained travellers in Syria and Arabia has been so limited. Why has not Germany sent out a second Niebuhr? Why could not England, which swarms with

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