Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Of Araby the blest; with such delay Well pleas'd they slack their course, and many a league, Paradise Lost. ALEXANDER'S FEAST. (John Dryden.) The [Born, 1631; died, 1700. Chief works: Absalom and Achitophel,' Hind and Panther,' Translations of Juvenal, Perseus and Virgil, Alexander's Feast,' and various dramatic works.] 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around, Their brows with roses and with myrtle bound: The lovely Thaïs by his side Sat like a blooming Eastern bride, In flower of youth and beauty's pride. None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserve the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high. Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seat above, Such is the power of mighty Love! A dragon's fiery form belied the god: When he to fair Olympia press'd: And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. A present deity, they shout around; A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound : The monarch hears, Assumes the god, And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause; Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark! hark! the horrid sound As awak'd from the dead, Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face. Now, give the hautboys breath; he comes! he comes! young, Drinking joys did first ordain: Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Sooth'd with the sound the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again: And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. He sung Darius, great and good, Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, And welt'ring in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need The various turns of fate below; See the snakes that they rear! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Each a torch in his hand! These are Grecian ghosts that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Behold how they toss their torches on high! And glittering temples of their hostile gods! To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Thus long ago, Ere heaving billows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown: THE CHURCH OF THE HOLY SEPULCHRE AT JERUSALEM. (From Sinai and Palestine,' by Dean Stanley.) Chris'-ten-dom, the nations professing | pre'-cinct, a neighbourhood tran'-quil, quiet re-min-is'-cence, remembrance rit'-u-al, order of religious worship des'-e-crate, to profane, to treat irreve- sub'-si-dence, a settling down bas-il'-i-ca, a public hall, church, palace, &c. THERE is one more aspect in which the Church of the Holy Sepulchre must be regarded. It is not merely the centre of the worship of Christendom, it is also in an especial manner the cathedral church of Palestine and the East; and in it the local religion, which attaches to all the Holy Places, reaches its highest pitch, and, as is natural, receives its colour from the Eastern and barbarous nations, who necessarily contribute the chief elements to what may be called its natural congregation. It may be well, therefore, to conclude by a description of the Greek Easter, which will also sum up the general impressions of the whole building, in whose history it forms so remarkable a feature. The time is the morning of Easter Eve, which, by a strange anticipation, here, as in Spain, eclipses Easter Sunday. The place is the great Rotunda of the nave, the model of all the circular churches of Europe, especially that of Aix-la-Chapelle. Above is the great dome, with its rents and patches waiting to be repaired, and the sky seen through the opening in the centre, which here, as in the Pantheon, admits the light and air of day. Immediately beneath are the galleries, in one of which on the northern side that of the Latin convent-are assembled the Frank spectators. Below is the Chapel of the Sepulchre-a shapeless edifice of brown marble; on its shabby roof, a meagre cupola, tawdry vases with tawdry flowers, and a forest of slender tapers; whilst a blue curtain is drawn across its top to intercept the rain admitted through the dome. It is divided into two chapels that on the west containing the sepulchre, that on the east containing 'The Stone of the Angel.' Of these, the eastern chapel is occupied by the Greeks and Armenians. On its north side is a round hole, from which the holy fire is to issue for the Greeks. A corresponding aperture is on the south side for the Armenians, who communicate it to the Syrians, |