But Thou hast said, "The blood of goat,
The flesh of rams, I will not prize;
A contrite heart, a humble thought,

Are mine accepted sacrifice."

And expound the words of fear,
Which mar our royal mirth.”

Chaldea's seers are good,

But here they have no skill;
And the unknown letters stood
Untold and awful still.
And Babel's men of age

Are wise and deep in lore;
But now they were not sage,
They saw but knew no more.

A captive in the land,

A stranger and a youth,
He heard the King's command,
He saw that writing's truth.
The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view;
He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.

"Belshazzar's grave is made,
His kingdom pass'd away,
He, in the balance weigh'd,
Is light and worthless clay.
The shroud his robe of state,

His canopy the stone;
The Mede is at his gate!

The Persian on his throne!"

LORD BYRON.

THE BRIDAL OF ANDALLA.

RISE up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down;

Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the

town!

From gay guitar and violin the silver notes are flowing, And the lovely lute doth speak between the trumpet'3 lordly blowing,

And banners bright from lattice light are waving every

where,

And the tall, tall plume of our cousin's bridegroom floats proudly in the air:

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town!

"Arise, arise, Xarifa! I see Andalla's face, He bends him to the people with a calm and princely

grace;

Through all the land of Xeres and banks of Guadalquiver

Rode forth bridegroom so brave as he, so brave and lovely, never.

Yon tall plume waving o'er his brow, of purple mixed with white,

guess 't was wreathed by Zara, whom he will wed to-night!

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town!

What aileth thee, Xarifa? what makes thine eyes

look down?

Why stay ye from the window far, nor gaze with all the town?

I've heard you say on many a day, and sure you said the truth,

Andalla rides without a peer, among all Granada's

youth.

Without a peer he rideth, and yon milk-white horse doth go,

Beneath his stately master, with a stately step and

slow:

Then rise - O! rise, Xarifa, lay the golden cushion

down;

Unseen here through the lattice, you may gaze with all the town!"

The Zegri lady rose not, nor laid her cushion down, Nor came she to the window to gaze with all the

town;

But though her eyes dwelt on her knee, in vain her fingers strove,

And though her needle pressed the silk, no flower Xarifa wove;

One bonny rose-bud she had traced, before the noise drew nigh;

That bonny bud a tear effaced, slow drooping from her

eye.

"No-no!" she sighs, "bid me not rise, nor lay my cushion down,

To gaze upon Andalla with all the gazing town!"

Hear, hear the trumpet, how it swells, and how the

people cry!

He stops at Zara's palace-gate—why sit ye still —— 0, why?"

"At Zara's gate stops Zara's mate; in him shall I dis

cover

The dark-eyed youth pledged me his truth with tears, and was my lover?

I will not rise, with weary eyes, nor lay my cushion down,

To gaze on false Andalla with all the gazing town!" J. G. LOCKHART.

CORONACH.

Spanish Ballads.

He is gone on the mountain,

He is lost to the forest,

Like a summer-dried fountain,

When our need was the sorest.

The fount, reappearing,

From the raindrops shall borrow,

But to us comes no cheering,

To Duncan no morrow!

The hand of the reaper

Takes the ears that are hoary;

But the voice of the weeper

Wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing

Waft the leaves that are searest ;

But our flower was in flushing

When blighting was nearest.

Fleet foot on the correi

Sage counsel in cumber,