hosts, and all was confusion and chaos in his sight. Amid the twenty-seven thousand Turks that crowded the plain, and enveloped their enemy like a cloud, and amid the incessant discharge of artillery and musketry, Napoleon could tell where his own brave troops were struggling, only by the steady simultaneous volleys which showed how discipline was contending with the wild valor of overpowering numbers. The constant flashes from behind that rampart of dead bodies were like spots of flame on the tumultuous and chaotic field.

10. Napoleon descended from Mount Tabor with his little band, while a single twelve-pounder, fired from the hights, told the wearied Kleber that he was rushing to the rescue. Then for the first time he took the offensive, and, pouring his enthusiastic followers on the foe, carried death and terror over the field. Thrown into confusion, and trampled under foot, that mighty army rolled turbulently back toward the Jordan, where MURAT was anxiously waiting to mingle in the fight. Dashing with his cavalry among the disordered ranks, he sabered them down without mercy, and raged like a lion amid the prey.

11. This chivalric and romantic warrior declared that the remembrance of the scenes that once transpired on Mount Tabor, and on these thrice-consecrated spots, came to him in the hottest of the fight, and nerved him with tenfold courage. As the sun went down over the plains of Palestine, and twilight shed its dim ray over the rent, and trodden, and dead-covered field, a sulphurous cloud hung around the summit of Mount Tabor. The smoke of battle had settled there where once the cloud of glory rested, while groans, and shrieks, and cries rent the air. Nazareth, Jordan, and Mount Tabor! what spots for battle-fields!

LESSON CXVIII.

1ES DRA E'LON is a plain of Palestine, often mentioned in sacred history. It has been from the earliest history often the scene of bloody conflicts. It is situated south of the plain of Galilee.

Ro mount.

MOUNT TABOR.- CONTINUED.

J. T. HEADLEY.

OLL back eighteen centuries, and again view that The day is bright and beautiful, as on the day of battle, and the same rich Oriental landscape is smiling in the same sun. There is Nazareth, with its busy population,-the same Nazareth from which Kleber marched his army; and there is Jordan, rolling its bright waters along, the same Jordan along whose banks charged the glittering squadrons of Murat's cavalry; and there is Mount Tabor, the same on which Bonaparte stood with his cannon; and the same beautiful plain where rolled the smoke of battle, and struggled thirty thousand men in mortal combat.

2. But how different is the scene that is passing there! The Son of God stands on that hight, and casts his eye over the quiet valley, through which Jordan winds its silvery current. Three friends are beside Him. They have walked together up the toilsome way; and now they stand, mere specks on the distant summit. Far away to the north-west shines the blue Mediterranean; all around is the great plain of Esdraelon1 and Galilee; eastward the Lake of Tiberias dots the landscape; while Mount Carmel lifts its naked summit in the distance.

3. But the glorious landscape at their feet is forgotten in a sublimer scene that is passing before them. The son of Mary- the carpenter of Nazareth-the wanderer,

with whom they have traveled many a weary league, in all the intimacy of companions and friends, begins to change before their eyes. Over his garments is spreading a strange light, steadily brightening into intenser beauty, till that form glows with such splendor, that it seems to waver to and fro, and dissolve in the still radiance.

4. The three astonished friends gaze on it in speechless admiration, then turn to that familiar face. But, lo! a greater change has passed over it. That sad and solemn countenance which has been so often seen stooping over the couch of the dying, entering the door of the hut of poverty, passing through the streets of Jerusalem, and pausing by the weary way-side,―ay, bedewed with the tears of pity, now burns like the sun in his mid-day splendor. Meekness has given way to majesty; sadness, to dazzling glory; the look of pity, to the grandeur of a God.

5. The still radiance of Heaven sits on that serene brow, and all around that divine form flows an atmosphere of strange and wondrous beauty. Heaven has poured its brightness over that consecrated spot; and on the beams of light which glitter there, Moses and Elias have descended, and, wrapped in the same shining vestments, stand beside him. Wonder follows wonder, for those three glittering forms are talking with each other; and amid the thrilling accents are heard the words, "Mount Olivet," "Calvary! -"the agony and the death of the

crucifixion!"

6. No wonder a sudden fear came over Peter, that paralyzed his tongue, and crushed him to the earth, when, in the midst of his speech, he saw a cloud descend like a falling star from heaven, and, bright and dazzling, balance itself over those forms of light, while from its bright foldings came a voice, saying, -"This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye Him!”

7. How long the vision lasted, we can not tell; but all that night did Jesus, with his friends, stay on that lonely mountain. Of the conversation that passed between them there, we know nothing; but little sleep, we imagine, visited their eyes that night; and as they sat on the high summit, and watched the stars as they rose one after another above the horizon, and gazed on the moon as she poured her light over the dim and darkened landscape, words were spoken that seemed born of Heaven, and truths never to be forgotten were uttered in the ears of the subdued and reverent disciples.

8. Oh, how different are Heaven and earth! Can there be a stronger contrast than the BATTLE and TRANSFIGURATION of Mount Tabor? One shudders to think of Bonaparte and the Son of God on the same mountain, one with his wasting cannon by his side, and the other with Moses and Elias just from Heaven. But no after desecration can destroy the first consecration of Mount Tabor; for, surrounded with the glory of Heaven, and honored with the wondrous scene of the TRANSFIGURATION, it stands a SACRED MOUNTAIN on the earth.

LESSON CXIX.

NATHAN HALE.

FRANCIS M. FINCH.

Part of a poem delivered in 1853 at a centennial anniversary of the Linonian Society, Yale College. Nathan Hale was one of the early members.

TO drum-beat, and heart-beat,

1. Tod

A soldier marches by:

There is color in his cheek,

There is courage in his eye;

Yet to drum-beat, and heart-beat,
In a moment he must die.

2. By starlight and moonlight
He seeks the Briton's camp;
He hears the rustling flag,

And the armed sentry's tramp;
And the starlight and moonlight
The silent wanderer's lamp.

3. With slow tread, and still tread, He scans the tented line;

And he counts the battery-guns

By the gaunt and shadowy pine; And his slow tread, and still tread, Gives out no warning sign.

4. A sharp clang, a steel clang, And terror in the sound; For the sentry, eagle-eyed,

In the camp a spy hath found; With a sharp clang, a steel clang, The patriot is bound.

5. With calm brow, steady brow,
He listens to his doom:

In his look there is no fear,
Nor a shadow-trace of gloom;
But with calm brow, steady brow,
He robes him for the tomb.

6. In the long night, the still night, He kneels upon the sod; And his brutal guards withhold E'en the solemn word of God; In the long night, the still night, He "passeth under the rod."* * Ezekiel, 20th chapter, 37th verse.