without that burned,
The thoughts that burned and glowed within.

SONG FOR A SABBATH MORNING.

BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.

Arise ye nations, with rejoicing rise,
And tell your gladness to the listening skies;
Come out forgetful of the week's turmoil,
From halls of mirth and iron gates of toil;
Come forth, come forth, and let your joy increase
Till one loud paean hails the day of peace.
Sing trembling age, ye youths and maidens sing;
Ring ye sweet chimes, from every belfry ring;
Pour the grand anthem till it soars and swells
And heaven seems full of great celestial bells!
Behold the Morn from orient chambers glide,
With shining footsteps, like a radiant bride;
The gladdened brooks proclaim her on the hills
And every grove with choral welcome thrills.
Rise ye sweet maidens, strew her path with flowers,
With sacred lilies from your virgin bowers;
Go youths and meet her with your olive boughs,
Go age and greet her with your holiest vows;--
See where she comes, her hands upon her breast
The sainted Sabbath comes, smiling the world to rest.

CITY LIFE.

BY CHARLES W. BAIRD.

Forgive me, Lord, that I so long have dwelt
In noisome cities, whence Thy sacred works
Are ever banished from my sight; where lurks
Each baleful passion man has ever felt.
Here human skill is shown in shutting out
All sight and thought of things that God hath made;
Lest He should share the constant homage paid
To Mammon, in the hearts of men devout.
O, it was fit that he[2] upon whose head
Weighed his own brother's blood, and God's dread curse,
Should build a city, when he trembling fled
Far from his Maker's face. And which was worse,
The murder--or departing far from Thee?
Great God! impute not either sin to me!

[Footnote 2: Cain.--Genesis iv. 17.]

THE CRUISE OF THE GENTILE.

BY FRANK BYRNE.

(_Concluded from page_ 147.)

CHAPTER V.

_In which there is a Storm, a Wreck, and a Mutiny._

When I came on deck the next morning, I found that the mate's
prediction had proved true. A norther, as it is called in the Gulf,
was blowing great guns, and the ship, heading westward, was rolling in
the trough of the tremendous sea almost yard-arm under, with only
close-reefed top-sails and storm foretopmast-staysail set. We wallowed
along in this manner all day,