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the charms of his polished elocution,-it is well enough for me, sitting in this house, to enjoy the scene; but it gives me most gloomy tidings to convey to my constituents in the lobby. For these reasons, sir, I wish, previously to our entering into this war, to be told what event it is that will put an end to it.
THE CONFESSION FROM THE EPISCOPAL SERVICE.
Almighty and most merciful Father, we have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our
own hearts. We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things I which we ought not to have done and there is no health in us. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, miserable offenders.
Spare thou those, O God,
who confess their faults. Restore thou those who are penitent; according to thy promises declared unto mankind, in Christ Jesus our Lord. And grant, Q most merciful Father, for his sake, that we may hereafter live a godly, righteous, and sober life, to the glory of thy holy name. Amen.
The Baron Von der Wart, accused, though it is believed unjustly, as an accomplice in the assassination of the Emperor Albert, was bound alive on the wheel, and attended by his wife Gertrude, throughout his last agonizing moments, with the most heroic fidelity. Her own sufferings, and those of her unfortunate husband, are most affectingly described in a letter, which she afterwards addressed to a female friend, and which was published some years ago at Haarlem, in a book entitled Gertrude Von der Wart, or Fidelity unto Death.'
Her hands were clasped, her dark eyes raised,
The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful wheel she gazed,
All that she loved was there.
The night was round her clear and cold,
Its pale stars watching to behold
'And bid me not depart,' she cried,
Hath the world aught for me to fear,
When death is on thy brow?
The world! what means it ?-mine is here--
'I have been with thee in thine hour
Doubt not its memory 's living power
And thou, mine honored love and true,
Bear on, bear nobly on!
We have the blessed Heaven in view,
And were not these high words to flow
With such a curdling cheek—
Thou, only thou, shouldst speak!
The winds rose high-but with them rose Her voice, that he might hear;Perchance that dark hour brought repose
To happy bosoms near
While she sat striving with despair
And pouring her deep soul in prayer
She wiped the death damps from his brow,
Whose touch upon the lute chords low,
She spread her mantle o'er his breast,
Oh! lovely are ye, Love and Faith,
She had her meed-one smile in Death
And his worn spirit passed.
While even as o'er a martyr's grave,
She knelt on that sad spot,
MEETING OF SATAN AND DEATH AT THE GATE OF
Meanwhile the adversary of God and man,
He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left;
As when far off at sea a fleet descried
At last appear
Hell bounds, high reaching to the horrid roof,
And thrice three fold the gates: three folds were brass,
Three iron, three of adamantine rock
The one seemed woman to the waist, and fair,
With mortal sting; about her middle round
A cry of hell-hounds, never ceasing, barked With wide Cerberean mouths full loud, and rung A hideous peal!
Far less abhorred than these Vexed Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore: Nor uglier follow the night hag, when, called In secret, riding through the air she comes, Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland witches, while the laboring moon Eclipses at their charms.
The other shape,
If shape it might be called that shape had none
And shook a dreadful dart; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand; and from his seat The monster moving, onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.