There, azure-robed beauty, with rapture-lit smile From mountain and forest an organ-like tone, Stream, fountain, and fall, whispered low to the sod, With blushes like Eden's own rose in its bloom, Then first on the ears of the angels of light, Each form of creation with joy was surveyed, All night, as if stars were deserting their posts, O Eden, fair Eden! where now is thy bloom? And where are the pure ones that wept o'er thy doom? Their plumes never lighten our shadowy skies, Their voices no more on earth's breezes arise. But joy for the faith that is strong in its powers, → A fairer and better land yet shall be ours; When Sin shall be vanquished, and Death yield his prey, Then, nobler than Adam,-more charming than Eve,- LESSON LX. GREENOUGH'S WASHINGTON. THE quarry whence thy form majestic sprung Heroes and gods that elder bards have sung, But from its sleeping veins ne'er rose before Than his, who glory's name with meekness wore, Sheathed is the sword that passion never stain'd, His gaze around is cast, As if the joys of freedom newly-gained Before his vision pass'd; As if a nation's shout of love and pride With music fill'd the air, And his calm soul was lifted on the tide Of deep and grateful prayer; As if the crystal mirror of his life To fancy sweetly came, With scenes of patient toil and noble strife, As if the lofty purpose of his soul The high resolve ambition to control O, it was well in marble firm and white To carve our hero's form, Whose angel guidance was our strength in fight, Our star amid the storm! And it is well to place his image there, Beneath the dome he blest; Let meaner spirits who its councils share, Let us go up with high and sacred love And as with solemn grace he points above, LESSON LXI. IMAGINARY DEDICATION OF A HEATHEN TEMPLE. As we drew near to the lofty fabric, I thought that no scene of such various beauty and magnificence, had ever met my eye. The temple itself is a work of unrivaled art. In size, it surpasses any other building of the same kind in Rome, and for the excellence of workmanship, and purity of design, although it may fall below the standard of Hadrian's age, yet for a certain air of grandeur, and luxuriance of invention, in its details, and lavish profusion of embellishment in gold and silver, no temple nor other edifice of any preceding age, ever perhaps resembled it. Its order is Corinthian, of the Roman form, and the entire building is surrounded by its slender columns, each composed of a single piece of marble. Upon the front is wrought Apollo surrounded by the Hours. The western extremity is approached by a flight of steps, of the same breadth as the temple itself. At the eastern, there extends beyond the walls, to a distance equal to the length of the building, a marble platform, upon which stands the altar of sacrifice, and which is ascended by various flights of steps, some little more than a gently rising plain, up which the beasts are led that are destined to the altar. When this vast extent of wall and column, of the most dazzling brightness, came into view, every where covered, together with the surrounding temples, palaces, and theatres, with a dense mass of human beings, of all climes and regions, dressed out in their richest attire, music, from innumerable instruments, filling the heavens with harmony,-shouts of the proud and excited populace, every few moments, and from different points, as Aurelian advanced, shaking the air with its thrilling din,—the neighing of horses, the frequent blasts of the trumpet,-the whole made more solemnly imposing by the vast masses of cloud, which swept over the sky, now suddenly unveiling, and again eclipsing the sun, the great god of this idolatry, and from which few could withdraw their gaze; when, at once, this all broke upon my eye and ear, I was like a child who before had never seen aught but his own village, and his own rural temple, in the effect wrought upon me, and the passiveness with which I abandoned myself to the sway of the senses. Not one there was more ravished by the outward circumstances and show. I thought of Rome's thousand years, of her power, her greatness, and universal empire, and, for a moment, my step was not less proud than that of Aurelian. But after that moment,-when the senses had had their fill, when the eye had seen the glory, and the ear had fed upon the harmony and the praise, then I thought and felt very differently; sorrow and compassion, for these gay multitudes, were in my heart; prophetic forebodings of disaster, danger, and ruin to those, to whose sacred cause I had linked myself, made my tongue to falter in its speech, and my limbs. to tremble. I thought that the superstition, which was upheld by the wealth and the power, whose manifestations were before me, had its root in the very centre of the earth,-far too deep down, for a few, like myself, ever to reach them. I was like one whose last hope of life and escape, is suddenly struck away. I was roused from these meditations, by our arrival at the eastern front of the temple. Between the two central columns, on a throne of gold and ivory, sat the emperor of the world, surrounded by the senate, the colleges of augurs and haruspices, and by the priests of the various temples of the capital, all in their peculiar costume. Then Fronto, the priest of the temple, when the crier had proclaimed that the hour of worship and sacrifice had come, and had commanded silence to be observed, standing at the altar, glittering in his white and golden robes, like a messenger of light,— bared his head, and lifting his face up toward the sun, offered, in clear and sounding tones, the prayer of dedication. As he came toward the close of his prayer, he, as is so usual, with loud and almost frantic cries, and importunate repetition, called upon the god to hear him, and then, with appropriate names and praises, invoked |