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the folding of our innocent sheep, an emblem of the church, but for making the walls of one of the first Christian Oratories in the world ; and particularly in this Island, that venerable and sacred fabrick at Glastonbury, found by St. Joseph of Arimathea, which is storied to have been first composed but of a few small Hasel-rods interwoven about certain stakes driven into the ground: and walls of this kind, instead of laths and puncheons, super-induced with a coarse mortar, made of loam and straw, do to this day inclose divers humble cottages, sheds, and out-houses in the country."--Evelyn.

« Le noisetier n'est célèbre que par la superstition de la baguette divinatoire faite de branches légères, &c. Jacques Hymar, paysan de St. Veran, se rendit tres-célèbre dans cet art, sous la régence du Duc d'Orleans. Il prétendoit découvrir, avec sa baguette, non seulement les eaux, les mines, les trésors cachés sous terre, mais encore les cadavres, leurs meurtriers, et même les traces de ces meurtriers. Mons. le Regent le fit venir à Paris, et toute cette cour, composée en grande partie d'esprits forts, qui ne croyoient pas en Dieu, fut émerveillée des miracles opérés par Jacques Aymar."-GENLIS.


On observing the Evening Star grow larger and brighter as it

approached the horizon.

At even-tide,
When the sun was gone,

I saw a star
The only one-

It was so small,
So faintly bright,

It seem'd no more
Than the glow-worm's light:

So very sad,
So very wan,

I thought it wept
Its going down;

And did not like
To quench its fires,

When other stars
Where lighting theirs.

I watch'd that Star
I saw it sink

Nearer and nearer
To the brink :

There was a cloud It pass'd it through,

And larger and larger I saw it grow.

Gone was the hue Of sickly white

Its cheek was now Of the vermil bright

I saw a light
Its form unfold,

As if its locks
Were of streaming gold.

Thou lovely Star! I know 'twas so

Thou look'dst so sad For haste to go:

Thou didst not like To shine alone

In the cold, cold night, When thy Sun was gone.

That vermil tint, That glow so bright,

That halo beam Of celestial light

O they were like What spirits feel,

When they bid the world A last farewell.

Thou didst not set, Thou didst not fade,

Thou didst not quench Thy beams in shade

Thou wert but sad For haste to filee

From a world too dark, Too cold for thee.

THE SKY LARK. Ix allusion to the asserted fact, that the Lark, rising high in air, per

ceives the day-break and begins his song, before it is perceptible on the ear!h.

Why dost thou sing so sweet a lay,

Songster invisible!
When not a beam of light is seen

la valley or on hill?

The drowsy Thrush is in his nest,

The Linnet slumbers yet,
I do not hear the watch-dog bark,

Or the herded cattle bleat.

What dost thou see, thou watchful Bird !

As from thy airy height,
So far above the slumbering world

Thou look'st upon the night?

While earth's low dwellings lie enwrapt

In night's obscurity,
Beyond the reach of mortal ken,

Is there a light to thee?

Then loud and louder raise thy notes,

And let the wakeful hear
That, midnight darkness as it seems,

The day is even near.

And so let him who knows to rise

To truth's celestial seat,
While earth and its false seemings, lie

In darkness at his feet

Whose holy spirit walks with God

In piety serene-
Devotion's meditative child,

Intent on things unseen

So let him sing his matin song,

Before the world awakes;
And warble of the day-time near,

Or e'er the morning breaks.

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