THE TWO SPIRITS. (Concluded from page 13.) SHADES Crouch and fly before the orient sun; And rocky portals bar the beating tide Of heaven-descended light. So flew the mien A spirit bent, in lessening distance seen, Gay roses twined around her snowy brow, And blooming cheeks reflected back their hue. Scenes where glad joy shares throne with dismal pain When evening comes with all her shadowy train, And winds and waters mingle in a murmuring strain. SONG. I've left my home in the far off sky, For the smiling world, with its wooing voice, Was calling me below, While day went by, and night approached I saw thee lie 'neath the oaken tree, I heard the song which a spirit breathed I know the place where the spirit dwells; She dwells alone, and she has no one Who may lighten a heavy hour. Her cheek is pale, and her eye is wet From the bitter fount of tears, And sighs escape from her heaving breast, But often she flies to the earth alone; She hushes the rising sigh, She tries to change for a cheerful look She tunes her voice to a pensive lay, Which is wafted on the gale, And the hearts of some are lured away Beware! beware how thou trust her word And follow her commands. She bids thee hie to some quiet place, But list to me, and I'll try to tell I flew this morn from the spirit world, I saw a child in its mother's arms, On the white and wave-washed strand. A monster huge, from the foaming deep When lo! the child, from her clasping arms, One cry is all, and the harmless babe Is a feast to the monster wild. I stood by the mother and asked her why She beat her breast with her trembling hand, And the tears flowed down her cheek; She said, 'twas not that she hated it, Away I flew, o'er the azure sea, To the land where a tyrant reigns. I saw the grief which oppressed his heart, I turned my steps to a city fair, By the side of rich and proud. And she stained the cheek of the modest girl, I entered the door of a falling hut, And beheld the form of a dying man, The rest were gone to a land of peace, And they were left in the gloorny hut, I entered the mansion of wealth and pride, I saw a man, arrayed in gold, Who heeded not mercy's calls. I saw a youth 'neath an oaken tree, I heard him say that the noisy world But, in loneliness and solitude, He would pass a tranquil life, For, far from the scenes of the busy world, With toil and turmoil rife. Oh! rouse thee! rouse from the dreamy sleep, And hear the world's loud call! It comes, it comes from the heathen land, Fast bound in error's thrall. It comes from the land of the tyrant's sway, And from the weary slave; From the guilty, who yield to their deadly lusts, Oh! listen not to the siren tongue, And thy heart fast closed to fear. Go forth, as an angel of light from heaven, And thy name shall then have right to claim The fires which glowed upon the far-off West Hovered the shades like sprites all grim and stark Wet with the tear-like dews of heaven. And hark! O'er slumbering lake, and mead, and grove, there dance E. ECCLESIASTICAL ARCHITECTURE. IT is an original principle of our nature, which leads us to consecrate shrines and temples to the Deities whom we worship, and to lavish upon them all the beauty which our skill can command. In the most savage state of society, we behold men throwing together rude heaps of stone upon which to offer sacrifice to their uncouth idols; and passing on among civilized nations, we see hill and valley crowned for the same object, with stately structures, rich in dome, and portico, and colonnade, and adorned with the most beautiful conceptions of the painter and the sculptor. As this spirit was implanted within us at our very creation, so it is among the most pure and lofty feelings of which we are conscious. What object more noble, more appropriate to man as an immortal being, can be imagined, than the rearing of temples which shall be fit habitations for the GoD of the Universe; in massive solidity typical of His unending life; in solemn grandeur of His ineffable majesty? When we look upon it in this light, sacred Architecture rises to an eminence and a dignity far above that to which any other art has attained. It fills us with the most exalted ideas of the nature of worship, withdraws our imagination from low and polluting objects, and carries it upward and onward to the great DIVINITY. Let us endeavor, therefore, to catch a few occasional glimpses of its progress during the various periods of its history. If we look first at that primæval nation, the Hebrews, we shall find that the temple of religion among them far surpassed in magnificence the most celebrated structures of ancient or modern times. As we read the description of it in Holy Writ, we can almost see it rise up before us in its pristine grandeur, flashing in the sunbeams with gold, and marble, and jewels innumerable, and dazzling the eye of the beholder with an almost etherial beauty. To the Jew it was something more than a mere house of worship, or an architectural ornament. It was the monument of his national pride keeping fresh in his memory the ancient glories of his people; in prosperity and adversity reminding him of the great Being who had conducted his fathers upon their weary pilgrimage in the cloud by day, and the pillar of fire by night. In war, a glance at its fair proportions aroused him to new courage against the invaders of his country, even when overwhelmed in battle and surrounded by heaps of the dying. Passing on among the nations of antiquity, we behold in like manner the most splendid productions of Grecian art everywhere consecrated to the popular deities. As we wander among the ruins of these lordly piles, we are carried back in imagination into far distant times, and placed in the midst of States which have long since crumbled away, and over which Time has thrown, so to speak, a mantle of ivy, rendering them doubly sacred and interesting. We are transported to a country beautiful in landscape, and grove, and placid river, under a sky of the deepest hue, and in a most genial and sunny climate. Around us rise up the thousand divinities who peopled this favored region, "The oak-crowned sisters, and their chaste-eyed queen, Satyrs and silvan boys are seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green.”. Faun and dryad, god and goddess, nymph and siren, the Eternal Thunderer, and Phoebus of the silver bow, pass like some bright vision before our delightful fancy. The nation who originated this mythology are recalled to our minds; that elegant people, the prevailing trait in whose character was a love of the beautiful, and all whose conceptions were breathed upon by the life-giving spirit of poetry. Their sages, their poets, their orators, sit at our side, and utter in our ears those burning words, which were divinely spoken in far antiquity. We love, in imagination, to clear away the rubbish which ages have thrown around their stately temples, their fountains and statues, their courts of law, their magnificent public and private edifices, and to picture them to our minds in all the freshness and beauty of youth. We are filled with a pleasing wonder at the busy crowd which wanders through the long porticoes and colonnades, now listening intently to the teacher of some new philosophy, and now drinking in the words of wisdom which fall more sweetly than honey from the lips of some hoaryheaded sage. We are impressed with the deepest awe and solemnity as we stand by the Bema or pulpit of the orator, for we remember that there Demosthenes fired the hearts of his countrymen with lofty patriotism; and St. Paul spoke to the Athenians concerning the unknown GOD whom they ignorantly worshiped. It is a fact worthy of notice, that every work of Architecture is in some measure an index of the character of the people who built it. Thus the temples of which I have been speaking, light, graceful, highly ornamented, are the conceptions of an elegant and refined nation, whose mythology was the most beautiful of all forms of paganism. On |