ntence MR. MARGOLIOUTH has quoted
from that Jewish expositor. The critic who will not acknowledge [Hebrew:
SHN'] to be a noun in this clause, is therefore tied up to translating it
as either the participle or the preterite of [Hebrew: SHN'], _to change_,
or _to repeal_, and would thus make the clause really unintelligible.

HENRY WALTER.

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N. B. inquires, whether the translation of Psalm cxxvii. 2. adopted by Mr.
Trench has the sanction of any version but that of Luther. I beg leave to
inform him that the passage was translated in the same manner by Coverdale:
"For look, to whom it pleaseth Him He giveth it in sleep." De Wette also,
in modern times, has "Giebt er seinen Geliebten im Schlafe."

Vatablus, in his Annotations, approves of such a rendering: "Dabit in somno
dilectis suis." It has also been suggested in the notes of several modern
critics.

Not one of the ancient versions sanctions this translation.

The sense of the passage will be much the same whichever of these
translations be adopted. But the common rendering appears to me to
harmonise best with the preceding portion of it.

S. D.

* * * * *

MAJOR ANDRE.

(Vol. viii., pp. 174. 604.)

The following extracts and cuttings from newspapers, relative to the
unfortunate Major Andre, may interest your correspondent SERVIENS. I
believe I have some others, which I will send when I can lay my hand upon
them. I inclose a pencil copy of the scarce print of a sketch from a
pen-and-ink drawing, made by Andre himself on Oct. 1, 1780, of his crossing
the river when he was taken:

"_Visit to the Grave of Andre._--We stopped at Piermont, on the widest
part of Tappan Bay, where the Hudson extends itself to the width of
three miles. On the opposite side, in full view from the hotel, is
Tarrytown, where poor Andre was captured. Tradition says that a very
large white-wood tree, under which he was taken, was struck by
lightning on the very day that news of Andre's death was received at
Tarrytown. As I sat gazing on the opposite woods, dark in the shadows
of moonlight, I thought upon how very slight a circumstance often
depends the fate of individuals and the destiny of nations. In the
autumn of 1780, a farmer chanced to be making cider at a mill on the
east bank of the Hudson, near that part of Haverstraw Bay called
'Mother's Lap.' Two young men, carrying muskets, as usual in tho