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Though now awhile thou suffer us to groan

Whose streamers now round these devoted towers Beneath a tyrant's yoke ; when, gracious Lord, Wave to the western wind, whom God hath raised ( when shall we return? O when again

His instrument of vengeance. Twice hath pass'd Shall Siloa's banks, and Sion's holy top,

A century, since him the prophet styled
Be vocal with thy name? Said not thy seer, Cyrus, the Lord's anointed. He shall say,
When seventy tedious moons had twelve times Cities of Judah, rise! He shall command,

And Solyma's unpeopled streets again
We should again be free? Behold, the day Shall throng with busy multitudes. To him
Approaches. God of Israel, hath ought changed In vision, or in dream, shall God reveal
Thine everlasting counsel ? wilt thou leave His secret purpose ; or what other way
Thy people yet in sad captivity,

His power shall mould the victor's ductile will
And join thy prophet with the despised tribe To execute his promise. One day more
Of Babel's false diviners ? Not to thee,

Shall proud Chaldæa triumph. In that day
But to great Bel, Chaldæa's frantic priests Let not a knee in Benjamin be bow'd
Waft clouds of incense. Soon as moming dawns, Save to Jehovah. What though cruel pride
With shouts the noisy revellers will proclaim Inflame Belshazzar's soul! what though his wrath
The triumph of their God ; nor will they cease Torments unknown prepare ; a sign from Heaven
To rouse their monarch's rage, should Judah dare Shall blast each vain device, a sign obscure,
Resist his impious edict. Then, 0 then,

But terrible. Ask not what ; for in that hour
God of our fathers, rise; and in that day, Shall beam celestial knowledge on thy soul,
Even before night, whose vaulted arch now shines And thou shalt read the mystic characters
With clustering stars, shall visit earth again, Of dark futurity. Fear not his frown ;
Confound their horrid rites, and show some sign But in the sight of his assembled peers
That yet again thy prisoners shall be free.” Hurl bold defiance at his tlırone ; and speak

He spake, and sudden heard a rushing noise, As fits a prophet of the living God."
As when a north-west gale comes hovering round He spake, nor ended here ; but to the seer
Some cape, the point of spacious continent, Matters of import high disclosed, which lay
Or in the Indian or Pacific main ;

Deep in the womb of time. “ And these," he cried,
The sailor hears it whistling in his shrouds, « Record to distant ages, but conceal
And bids it hail. Bright as the summer's noon My present errand.” Daniel prepared
Shone all the earth. Before the prophet stood Obedient answer ; but before he spake,
Gabriel, seraphic form : graceful his port, Gabriel had furld his wings, and now had reach'd
Mild was his eye ; yet such as might command The middle space 'twixt earth, and highest heaven.
Reverence, and sacred awe, by purest love
Soften'd, but not impair’d. In waving curls
O'er his arch'd neck his golden tresses hung ;
Andon his shoulders two broad wings were placed,

FROM THE SAME. Wings, which when closed, drew up in many a fuld, Procession of the Chaldæans to the Temple of Belus But, when extended to their utmost length,

Refusal of the Jews to worship the Idul-Rage of BelWere twice ten cubits. Two of smaller size

shazzar--The hand-writing on the wall of his palace

Daniel's prophecy.
Cameshadowing round his feet, with which he trod
The elastic air, and walk'd o'er buoyant space, Now Morn, with rosy-colour'd finger, raised
As on firm ground. A tunic braced his limbs,

The sable pall, which provident Night had thrown Blanch'd in the fields of light ; and round his waist O'er mortals, and their works, when every street, Was clasp'd an azure zone, with lucid stars

Straight or transverse,that towards Euphratesturns All studded, like that circle broad which cuts

Its sloping path, resounds with festive shouts, The equator, burning line. The astonish'd seer And teems with busy multitudes, which press With low obeisance bow'd his hoary head, With zeal impetuous to the towering fane While thus in voice benign the cherub spake. Of Bel, Chaldæan Jove ; surpassing far

“ Servant of God, that prayer was not unbeard That Doric temple, which the Elean chiefs In heaven. I caught it, as before the throne Raised to their thunderer from the spoils of war, I stood, within the emerald bow, and, mix'd

Or that Ionic, where the Ephesian bow'd With fragrant incense, offer'd it to him,

To Dian, queen of heaven. Eight towers arise, The white-robed Ancient of eternal days,

Each above each, immeasurable height, Even on his golden altar. Forthwith sent

A monument at once of eastern pride To thee, with speed impetuous, swifter far

And slavish superstition. Round, a scale Than travels light's meridian beam, through realms

Of circling steps entwines the conic pile ; Ofspace, studded with worlds, which neither thought And at the bottom on vast hinges grate Of mortal can conceive, nor numbers count, Four brazen gates, towards the four winds of heaven I come, God's messenger. Not twice the morn Placed in the solid square. Hither at once Shall dawn, ere all the woes which Salem felt

Come flocking all the sons of Babylon, Shall fall on Babylon. This, this is he,

Chaldean or Assyrian ; but retire

With humblest awe, while through their marshalla Flaming with reddest fire ; still, as she moves, ranks

The tints all soften, and a yellower light Stalks proud Belshazzar. From his shoulders flows Gleams through the ridges of a purple cloud : A robe, twice steep'd in rich Sidonian hues, At length, when midnight holds her silent reign, Whose skirts, embroider'd with meand’ring gold, Changed to a silver white, she holds her lamp Sweep o'er the marble pavement. Round his neck O'er the belated traveller ; so thy face, A broad chain glitters, set with richest gems, Belshazzar, from the crimson glow of rage, Ruby, and amethyst. The priests come next, Shifting through all the various hues between, With knives, and lancets arm’d; two thousand sheep Settles into a wan and bloodless pale. And twice two thousand lambs stand bleating round, Thine eyeballs glare with fire. “Now by great Bel," Their hungry god's repast : six loaded wains Incensed, exclaims the monarch,“ soon as morn With wine, and frankincense, and finest four, Again shall dawn, my vengeance shall be pou'd Move slowly. Then advance a gallant band, On every head of their detested race." Provincial rulers, counsellors and chiefs,

He spake, and left the fane with hasty step, Judges and princes : from their essenced hair Indignant. Him a thousand lords attend, Steam rich perfumes, exhaled from flower or herb, The minions of his court. And now they reach Assyrian spices : last, the common train

The stately palace. In a spacious hall, Of humbler citizens. A linen vest

From whose high roof seven sparkling lustres hans, Enfolds their limbs ; o'er which a robe of wool

Round the perpetual board high sofas ranged Is clasp'd, while yet a third hangs white as snow, Receive the gallant chiefs. The floor is spread Even to their sandal'd feet: a signet each, With carpets, work'd in Babylonia's looms, Each bears a polish'd staff, on whose smooth top Exquisite art ; rich vessels carved in gold, In bold relief some well-carved emblem stands, In silver, and in ivory, beam with gems. Bird, fruit, orflower. Determined, though dismay', 'Midst these is placed whate’er of massy plate, Judæa's mourning prisoners close the rear. Or holy ornament, Nebassar brought

And now the unfolded gates on every side From Sion's ransack'd temple ; lamps, and curs Admit the splendid train, and to their eyes And bowls, now sparkling with the richest grueth A scene of rich magnificence display,

Of Eastern vineyards. On the table smokes Censers, and cups, and vases, nicely wrought All that can rouse the languid appetite, In gold, with pearls and glittering gems inlaid, Barbaric luxury. Soft minstrels round The furniture of Baal. An altar stands

Chant songs of triumph to symphonious harps. Of vast dimensions near the central stone,

Propt on a golden couch Belshazzar lies, On which the god's high-priest strews frankincense, while on each side fair slaves of Syrian race In weight a thousand talents. There he drags By turns solicit with some amorous tale The struggling elders of the flock; while near, The monarch’s melting heart. “Fill me," he cries, Stretch'd on a smaller plate of unmix'd gold, “ That largest bowl, with which the Jewish slares Bleed the reluctant lambs. The ascending smoke, Once deck'd the altar of their vanquish'd God. Impregnate with perfumes, fills all the air. Never again shall this capacious gold

These rites perform’d, his votaries all advance Receive their victims' blood. Henceforth the kings Where stands their idol ; to compare with whom Of Babylon, oft as this feast returns, That earth-born crew, which scaled the walls of Shall crown it with rich wine, nectarious drau-hi heaven,

Fill high the foaming goblet ; rise, my friends; Or that vast champion of Philistia's host,

And as I quaff the cup, with loud acclain Whom in the vale of Elah David slew

Thrice hail to Bel.” They rose ; when all at on Unarm’d, were 'minish'd to a span. In height Such sound was heard, as when the roaring wint Twice twenty feet he rises from the ground ; Burst from their cave, and with impetuous rage And every massy limb, and every joint,

Sweep o'er the Caspian or the Chronian deep. Is carved in due proportion. Not one mine, O'er the devoted walls the gate of heaven Though branching out in many a vein of gold, Thunder'd, an hideous peal ; and, lo! a cloud Sufficed for this huge column. Him the priests Came darkening all the banquet, whence appear': Had swept, and burnish’d, and perfumed with oils, A hand (if hand it were, or airy form, Essential odours. Now the sign is given,

Compound of light and shade) on the adverse wall And forthwith strains of mixed melody

Tracing strange characters. Belshazzar sax, Proclaim their molten thunderer ; cornet, flute, And trembled : from his lips the goblet fell : Harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, unite

He look'd again ; perhaps it was a dream ; In loud triumphal hymn, and all at once

Thrice, four times did he look ; and every time The King, the nations, and the languages

Still plainer did the mystic lines appear, Fall prostrate on the ground. But not a head, Indelible. Forth with he summons all But not one head in all thy faithful bands, The wise Chaldæans, who by night consult O Judah, bows. As when the full-orb'd moon, The starry signs, and in each planet read What time the reaper chants his harvest song, The dark decrees of fate. Silent they stand : Rises behind some horizontal hill,

Vain are their boasted charms. With eager 1

Merodach's royal widow hastes to cheer

Ne'er has it borne, since first it left the trunk,
Her trembling son. “O king, for ever live ; Or bud or blossom : all its shielding rind
Why droops thy soul?" she cries; “what though this The sharp steel stripp'd, and to dry winds exposed
Of sage magicians own their vanquish'd art, [herd The vegetative sap ; even so thy race
Know'st thou not Daniel? In his heart resides Shall perish : from thy barren stock shall rise
The spirit of holy Gods ; 'twas he who told Nor prince nor ruler ; and that glittering crown,
Thy father strange events, and terrible ;

Won by thy valiant fathers, whose long line
Nor did Nebassar honour one like him

In thee, degenerate monarch, soon must end,
Through all his spacious kingdom. He shall soon Shall dart its lustre round a stranger's brow.”
Dispel thy doubts, and all thy fears ally."

“ Prophet of evils ! darest thou pour on me
She spake, and with obeisance low retired. Thy threats ill-ominous, and judgments dark ?”

“ Then be it so ; haste, Arioch, lead him here," | Incensed the monarch cries: “Hence to thy tribes; Belshazzar cries ; “if he interpret right,

Teach them obedience to their sovereign's will,
Even though my soul in just abhorrence holds Or I will break that wand, and rend in twain
His hatred race, I will revoke their doom, The mantle of thy God.–Or if these marks
And shower rich honours on their prophet's head.” Thou wilt erase from that accursed wall,

Nor long he waited, when with graceful step, Take half my realm.” He spake, and fix'd his eyes !
And awe-commanding eye, solemn and slow, Wild staring on the mystic characters :
As conscious of superior dignity,

His rage all sunk at once ; his fear return'd
Daniel advanced. Time o'er his hoary hair Tenfold ; when thus the man of God began,
Had shed his white snows. Behind him stream'd “Go to the shady vales of Palæstine,
A mantle, ensign of prophetic powers,

Vain prince, or Syrian Lebanon, and tear
Like that with which inspired Elisha smote The palms and cedars from their native mould
The parting waters, what time on the bank Uprooted ; then return, and break this rod.
Of Jordan from the clouds a fiery car

Believe me, far more arduous were the task :
Descended, and by flaming coursers drawn For it was harden'd in the streams of heaven ;
Bore the sage Tishbite to celestial climes,

And though not dedicate to sorcerers' arts
Maugre the gates of death. A wand he bore- By magic incantation, and strange spells ;
That wand by whose mysterious properties Yet such a potent virtue doth reside
The shepherd of Horeb call’d the refluent waves In every part, that not the united force
O’er Pharaoh and his host, with which he struck Of all thy kingdom can one line, one grain,
The barren flint, when from the riven cliff Of measure, or of solid weight impair.
Gush'd streams, and water'd all the thirsty tribes Wilt thou that I revoke thy destined fate?
Of murmuring Israel. Through many an age Devoted prince, I cannot. Hell beneath
Within the temple's unapproached veil,

Is moved to meet thee. See the mighty dead,
Fast by the rod, which bloom'd o'er Aaron's name, The kings, that sat on golden thrones, approach,
Still did the holy relic rest secure.

The chief ones of the earth. "O Lucifer,
At length, when Babylonia's arms prevaild, Son of the morning, thou that vaunting said'st,
Seraiah saved it from the flaming shrine,

“I will ascend the heavens ; I will exalt
With all the sacred wardrobe of the priest, My throne above the stars of God; the clouds
And bore it safe to Riblah. Dying there, Shall roll beneath my feet," art thou too weak
The priest bequeath'd the sacred legacy

As we? art thou become like unto us?
To Daniel. He, when summon’d to explain, Where now is all thy pomp? where the sweet sound
As now, God's dark decrees, in his right hand Of viol, and of harp' with curious eye
Brandish'd the mystic emblem.

“ Art thou he,

Tracing thy mangled corse, the rescued sons
Art thou that Daniel, whom Nebassar brought Of Solyma shall say, 'Is this the man
From Salem, whom the vanquish'd tribes adore, That shook the pillars of the trembling earth,
In wisdom excellent ? Look there, look there ; That made the world a desert?' all the kings,
Read but those lines,” the affrighted monarch cries, Each in his house entomb'd, in glory rest,
“ And clothed in scarlet wear this golden chain, While unlamented lie thy naked limbs,
The third great ruler of my spacious realm.” The sport of dogs, and vultures.

In that day
He spake, and thus the reverend seer replied. Shall these imperial towers, this haughty queen,
“ Thy promises, and threats, presumptuous king, That in the midst of waters sits secure,
My soul alike despises ; yet, so wills

Fall prostrate on the ground. Ill-ominous birds
That spirit, who darts his radiance on my mind, Shall o'er the unwholesome marshes scream for
(Hear thou, and tremble,) will I speak the words And hissing serpents by sulphureous pools [food;
Which he shall dictate. Number'd is thy realm, Conceal their filthy brood. The traveller
And finish'd : in the balance art thou weigh'd, ! In vain shall ask where stood Assyria's pride :
Where God hath found thee wanting: to the Medes No trace shall guide his dubious steps ; nor sage,
And Persians thy divided realm is given.'

Versed in historic lore, shall mark the site
Thus saith the Lord; and thus those words import, . Of desolated Babylon.” Thus spake
Graven by his high behest. See'st thou this wand ? The seer, and with majestic step retired.

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Sweet social intercourse, but think, 0 think, FROM BOOK IV.

How fearful 'tis to die." Thus while he spate, The City of Babylon having been taken by the Army of With sword uplifted, o'er their bending king

Cyrus, Belshazzar is found in his Pleasure Garden, and The victors stood. And now perhaps his prayers, slain.

And eyes, which upward rolling, long'd for life WITHIN the walls

Though miserable, had stopp'd the fatal blow, Of Babylon was raised a lofty mound,

Had not his murder'd son forbad the rage Where flowers and aromatic shrubs adorn'd Of Gobryas to subside. On his arch'd neck The pensile garden. For Nebassar's queen,

The ponderous falchion falls, and at one stroke Fatigued with Babylonia's level plains,

Smites from its spouting trunk the sever'd head Sigh'd for her Median home, where nature's hand Of Babylonia's monarch. Ever thus Had scoop'd the vale, and clothed the mountain's Perish fell cruelty, and lawless power !

side With many a verdant wood ; nor long she pined Till that uxorious monarch call’d on art

FROM BOOK VI. To rival nature's sweet variety. Forthwith two hundred thousand slaves upreard After the Capture of Babylon, the Jews having been pf This hill, egregious work; rich fruits o’erhang

mitted by Cyrus to rebuild their Temple, they reach

Jerusalem-Renew the Feasts-Lay the Foundation The sloping walks, and odorous shrubs entwine

the Temple-The old Men weep. Their undulating branches. Thither flocks A multitude unseen, and, 'mid the groves

Now dawns the morn, and on mount Olivet And secret arbours all night long conceald, The hoar-frost melts before the rising sun, Silent, and sad, escape the victor's sword.

Which summons to their daily toil the world Now the glad sound of loud triumphal notes, Of beasts, of men ; and all that wings the air, Mix'd with the yells of terror and dismay,

And all that swims the level of the lake, Are wafted through the concave arch of night Or creeps the ground, bid universal hail To that imperial mansion, where the king To day's bright regent. But the tribes were roused, Lies revelling with his minions. Nitocris Impatient even of rest, ere yet the stars First heard, and started. In that spacious room, Withdrew their feeble light. Through every street On whose rich sides was painted many a chase, They bend their way : some Ananiah leads, With all the warlike acts of Ninus old,

Some Phanuel, or what elders else were driven And great Semiramis, she sat, and wove

In early youth from Sion. Not a spot Her variegated web. Her slaves around

Remains unvisited ; each stone, each beam, With sprightly converse cheer'd the midnight hour; Seems sacred. As in legendary tale, When sudden, chill'd with horror, in their arms Led by magician's hand some hero treads She sinks, a breathless corse. And now the noise Enchanted ground, and hears, or thinks he lears, Invades Belshazzar's ear. A messenger,

Aerial voices, or with secret dread And still another messenger arrives,

Sees unembodied shades, by fancy form’d, To tell him, all is lost. On the adverse wall Flit through the gloom ; so rescued Judah wala'd, Instant his eye is fix'd : the characters,

Amid the majesty of Salem's dust, Which yet remain, grow blacker, and increase With reverential awe. Howbeit they soon In magnitude tenfold : “Where, where," exclaims Remove the mouldering ruins ; soon they clear The affrighted prince, “O) where is Daniel? where The obstructed paths, and every mansiou raise, Is that interpreter of Heaven's decrees,

By force, or time, impair'd. Then Jeshua rose Whose curse prophetic on mine ear still sounds With all his priests ; nor thou, Zorobabel, More horrible, than these alarming peals,

Soul of the tribes, wast absent. To the God Which, as I speak, nearer and nearer roll, Of Jacob, oft as morn and eve returns, The harbingers of slaughter. Haste, arise ! A new-built altar smokes. Nor do they not Tell him, I spare the tribes ; tell him, I bow Observe the feast, memorial of that age To his Jehovah.” Thus Belshazzar spake,

When Israel dwelt in tents; the Sabbath too, When sudden, with impetuous uproar,

New moons, and every ritual ordinance, Through the wide portals rush'd an armed band, First-fruits, and paschal lanıb, and rams, and gvats, Persians and Medes. Gobryas, and Gadatas,

Offerings of sin and peace. Nor yet was laid Breathing fierce vengeance, and inveterate hate, The temple’s new foundation. Corn and wine, Conduct the bloody troop. Where, monarch, where Sweet balm and oil, they mete with liberal hand Is now thy cruel wrath, thy pride, thy power ?

To Tyrian and Sidonian. To the sea Sunk on his knees behold Belshazzar bows Of Joppa down they heave their stately trees Before his rebel exiles ! “Spare, O spare

From Syrian Lebanon. And now they square My life," the coward tyrant, trembling, cries ; Huge blocks of marble, and with ancient rites Let Cyrus wear my crown.

To barren sands,

Anoint the corner-stone. Around the priests, To regions never trod by human foot,

The Levites, and the sons of Asaph stand Banish me, where I ne'er again may know With trumpets, and with cymbals. Jeshua first,

Adorn'd in robes pontifical, conducts

Proclaims him priest of God. Symphonious hymns The sacred ceremony. An ephod rich

Are mix'd with instrumental melody, Purple, and blue, comes mantling o'er his arms, And Judah's joyful shouts. But down thy cheeks, Clasp'd with smooth studs, round whose meand'ring 0 Ananiah, from thine aged eye, hem

O Phanuel, drops a tear ; for ye have seen A girdle twines its folds : to this by chains The house of Solomon in all its pride, Of gold is link'd a breastplate : costly gems, And ill can brook this change. Nor ye alone, Jasper and diamond, sapphire amethyst,

But every ancient wept. Loud shrieks of grief, Unite their hues; twelve stones, memorial apt Mix'd with the voice of joy, are heard beyond Of Judah's ancient tribes. A mitre decks

The hills of Salem. Even from Gibeon's walls His head, and on the top a golden crown

The astonish'd peasant turns a listening ear, Graven, like a signet, by no vulgar band,

And Jordan's shepherds catch the distant sound.


(Born, 1746. Died, 1794.]

Sir William Jones is not a great poet ; but prising growth. We may judge of what a pupil his name recalls such associations of worth, intel- she had, when we are told that, at five years of lect, and accomplishments, that if these sketches age, one morning, in turning over the leaves of were not necessarily and designedly only minia a Bible, he fixed his attention with the strongest tures of biography, I should feel it a sort of sa admiration on a sublime passage in the Revecrilege to consign to scanty and inadequate bounds lation, Human nature perhaps presents no the life of a scholar who, in feeding the lamp of authentic picture of its felicity more pure or knowledge, may be truly said to have prema satisfactory than that of such a pupil superinturely exhausted the lamp of life.

tended by a mother capable of directing him. He was born in London. His father, who it At the age of seven he went to Harrow school, is said could trace his descent from the aucient where his progress was at first interrupted by princes of North Wales, and who, like his son, an accident which he met with, in having his was no discredit to his lineage, was so eminent thigh-bone broken, and he was obliged to be a mathematician as to be distinguished by the taken home for about a twelvemonth. But after esteem of Newton and Halley. His first em. his return, his abilities were so distinguished, that ployment had been that of a schoolmaster, on before he left Harrow, he was shown to strangers board a man-of-war ; and in that situation he as an ornament to the seminary. Before he attracted the notice and friendship of Lord had reached this eminence at school, it is a fact, Anson. An anecdote is told of him, that at disgraceful to one of his teachers, that in conse. the siege of Vigo he was one of the party who quence of the ground which he had lost by the had the liberty of pillaging the captured town. accident already mentioned, he was frequently With no very rapacious views, he selected a subjected to punishment, for exertions which he bookseller's shop for his share ; but finding no could not make; or, to use his own expression, book worth taking away, he carried off a pair for not being able to soar before he had been of scissors, which he used to show his friends, taught to fly. The system of severity must as a trophy of his military success. On his have been merciless indeed, when it applied to return to England, he established himself as a Jones, of whom his master, Dr. Thackery, used teacher of mathematics, and published several to say, that he was a boy of so active a spirit, scientific works, which were remarkable for their that if left friendless and naked on Salisbury neatness of illustration and brevity of style. By | Plain, he would make his way to fame and forhis labours as a teacher he acquired a small tune. It is related of him, that while at Harfortune ; but lost it through the failure of a row, his fellow-scholars having determined to banker. His friend, Lord Macclesfield, how act the play of the Tempest, they were at a ever, in some degree indemnified him for the loss for a copy, and that young Jones wrote out loss, by procuring for him a sinecure place the whole from memory. Such miracles of under government. Sir William Jones lost this human recollection are certainly on record; but valuable parent when he was only three years it is not easy to conceive the boys at Harrow, old ; so that the care of his first education de

when permitted by their masters to act a play, volved upon his mother. She, also, was a per: to have been at a loss for a copy of Shakspeare; son of superior endowments, and cultivated his and some mistake or exaggeration may be susdawning powers with a sagacious assiduity which pected in the anecdote. He possibly abridged undoubtedly contributed to their quick and sur the play for the particular occasion. Before

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