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The barley harvest was nodding white,
When the Israelites took possession of the land of Canaan, they were commanded to extirpate the occupants of the country. This was but imperfectly fulfilled : in Israel and its borders there always remained some of the descendants of the primitive inhabitants. About a thousand years before Christ, Saul, king of Israel, slew some of the Gibeonites, a remnant of the Amorites. A few years after, the Gibeonites, like other savages, demanded of David, as a satisfaction for the injury they had sustained from his predecessor, life for life. They required that seven men of the posterity of Saul should be delivered to them to be hanged, and David consented to this cruel proposition. The king took two sons of Saul and Rizpah, and five sons of Michal, Saul's daughter, and delivered them to the Gibeonites.-The fearful vengeance executed upon these men, and the constant heart-rending
fondness of Rizpah, are already known from the words dies of the scripture and the pathetic verses of the poet.
The author of the two hymns inserted below, was a professor of Moral Philosophy in Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts. Professor Frisbie died in 1821. He was almost entirely deprived of sight, but it happened to him, as to the divine Milton, and to many other highly gifted men, that Providence made bim amends for the imperfection of external vision by a more profound insight of holy and heavenly things. Human happiness and virtue, were the subjects of Professor Frisbie's habitual and anxious inquiries; “ but all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven”– Piety was the constant frame of his mind, and his conversation and example afforded uniform illustrations of the Christian temper and faith. His death was a loss to the young particularly, and his worth as a man, a scholar, and a Christian, was
duly appreciated and felt by those of his college who * looked up to him for the exposition of duty and of truth.
Perhaps the good seed which he scattered in many minds, is now expanded to fruit, an: it may be that the devotional pieces here annexed will yet serve to awaken gratitude to God, and to strengthen resolutions of virtue.
So may the dews of grace distil,
With strength divine my bosom arm,
EVENING HYMN. My soul, a hymn of evening praise To God, thy kind preserver, raise, Whose hand this day hath guarded, fed, And thousand blessings round thee shed. Forgive my sins this day, O Lord, In thought or feeling, deed or word; And if in aught thy law I've kept, My feeble efforts, Lord, accept. While nature round is hush'd to rest, Let no vain thought disturb my breast; Shed o’er my soul religion's power, Serenely solemin as the hour. Oh, bid thy angels o'er me keep Their watch, to shield me while I sleep! Till the fresh morn shall round me break, Then with new vigour may I wake!
Yet think, my soul, another day
Like a queen,
Jerusalem, a city of modern Palestine, and the capital of Judea, was more anciently Jebus, and was taken by David, incorporated into his dominions, and consecrated to the worship of the God of Israel. David fortified and embellished Jerusalem, and his son Solomon erected the temple, whither the Jews repaired annually to celebrate the feast of the Passover. Jerusalem was ever an object of attachment and veneration to the Jews, and in the time of Christ was the resort and residence of many foreigners. Jerusalem was at that time subject to the Romans, but a spirit of revolt against their foreign masters exposed the Jews to their vengeance.-Christ foretold the destruction of this city, and his prophecy was accomplished by Titus, A. D. 70.
Modern Jerusalem is included in the Turkish dominions-none of the splendour which Mr. Hillhouse describes now remains, but there are many monuments of Christianity, and it is interesting to the traveller as the scene of the greatest splendour and dignity of that extraordinary nation, the Jews; and more particularly as the place where Jesus Christ performed many of his miracles, where he promulgated the doctrines of our religion, and where he was crucified and buried.
Mr. Milman is a British poet. He takes his subjects principally from scripture history. The following article is rendered intelligible by the XIV th chapter of Exodus.
SONG OF THE JEWS.
King of Kings! and Lord of Lords !
Thus we move, our sad steps timing
To our our cymbals' feeblest chiming,
The branches of thy fruitful vine,
O'er all the hills of Palestine,