So once every day, till the sixth day had run, So, as Joshua commanded, the trumpets were blown, So the leaguer began-and the ominous din Shook the heart of the heathen that trembled within. 'Ye warriors of Israel! ye priests of the Lord! Ye last with the ark, and ye first with the sword! On this seventh day go ye seven times round This city of Canaan that cumbers the ground; And when 'tis accomplished, the trump shall be blown, The people shall shout, and the walls be o'erthrown.' Around and around went the ark of the Lord,Around and around went the armed with the sword,Around and around the wide circle they passed, Till the city did reel like a drunkard at last. And then came the shout, and the trumpets' long sound, And the high walls of Jericho fell to the ground. 'Now rush to the slaughter-ye Israelites rush ! By whom shall this city at last be restored!' The slaughter began and the city was drunk With the red streams that flowed from the crowds as they sunk, From the youth that was strong, and the maid that was gay, And the stricken in years, and the child of a day; Till the fire of the victors the carnage consumed, HOPE IN THE RESURRECTION. Through sorrow's night and danger's path, We soldiers of an injured king There, when the turmoil is no more, Shall sleep the years away. Knox. Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat. Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise These ashes too, this little dust, Till the last angel rise and break Then love's soft dew o'er every eye And the long silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise. H. K. White. THE HOUR OF PRAYER. Child, amidst the flowers at play, Traveller, in the stranger's land, Warrior, that from battle won, Breathest now at set of sun; Woman, o'er the lowly slain, Heaven's first star alike ye see— Lift the heart and bend the knee. Mrs Hemans. BOWER OF ROSES. There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, |