bier, on which lay the remains of the departed Matthoso, The gravo dump was on his mouliering shroud, and the vile worm crept unmolested across tho sunken face of the dead. The torch lights burned dim and blue, and the suffocating stench of the charnel house overcame the strength of the perfumes, which hail cast their rich odor around, Slowly tramped the Magician three times around the body, and slowly moved his atill burning wand eround the head of the corpse, till with a slow and steady motion he touched the comers of the bier, and turning dashed upon the brazier his potent charm. Then came his spell, helf-sung, holf-spoken, imploring heaven, commanding bell, to aid hizn; and drawing bim- self to his fuil height, and still waving his wand, be called thrice tho name of the dead, and waited the effect, of bis weird spells. First dim grew the grave lights, and flickered and flared, till with one mighty ellort to bum, the light leaped high and loft the socket. The elow mournful nots of tho music gradually became moro quick and lively. The pit’s gaping mouth again cloved ant relieved tho eye and ear from ite appalling attend~ ant, Sweet, luscious perfumes again filled the ai-—the ice-bound rills leapt glailly forth, and the wild bird ear- olled amid the grove more gaily than before, while the elements were cowposed to soft and peaceful rest.
Bright grew the sorccror’s eye as he saw tho ruddy color of health dow back to the cheek of the dead, tho crumbling dust that was once human flesh, return to its pristine state, the bluo veins agoin flow with the living fluid, and tho full black eye open and sparkle with life, Again fell upon the ear the eweet syron song of tho Eastern Sorcerer, and wild burst of Sura- eenic music tuok the place of the soft soothing oir which had preceded it; and as the song proceeded, the heavy burst told that the vital spark retenanted tho body. When tho sorcerer ceused, and threw upon the censor the choicest guin of Araby, which spread ite pageant clouds of fragrant incense over the altar of the magician, the late dead man rose, in all the strength, beauty and vigor of manhood’s prune, and giving thrilling shout for victory over the grave, he drew his bright blade, aod kneeling by his bier devoted his life to religion and to Gov. Scarce had the last word passed his lips, ere the avwful thunder again reverherated through the hall, and tho flashing lightning, lurid aud red, pierced the murky and sulpburous gloom around, Tho body was again a corpso upon the bier. ‘The flaming bands sank the bier back into tho flaming gulph, and the mighty fabric rocked to its foundation.
‘The total darkness around was alone relieved by a bright fame which glared so fierce as to be unsuppor- table to human eyes, Whero tho Magician had stood, a clarion’s loud note pierced the ear, removing the spell which had hound tho thousands present. As they turned mviselessly to leave the bull, the cold. pale moon shewed them that no walls restrained their passage, for the Magician and his palace bud passed away forever.
Here ended the manuscript !
LINES TO A HUSBAND ON THE FIRST MARRIAGE ANNIVERSART,
Turrce welcome, now, this May day fair, With all its Heaven-born charms;
1 minds mo of that happy day "Phat gave me to your arms,
Our earth, its yearly course around "Phe contrat orb of light,
Has moved in majesty, since frat felt the calm delight
To know that I was all your owa— Your chosen, wedded wife;
And thou, bound by most holy ties, Wast mine, mine own for sife.
Nauure has bloomed in gay attire ‘Through vernal Summer's bloom,
And hand-in-hand we've sipped their ewects,
- Till lost in Autumn's gloom,
Kind Autuma, too, with plenty round, And golden sheen go gay,
On Time's unceasing pinivn caine, And blest each paswing day.
‘Till Autumn lost in Winter's chill, Her ficlda disrobed and bare,
Our chicerfil froside then we sought, ‘And found sweet comfort there.
‘Now beauteous Spring agaia is here, With all itn Jealy bower:
Returning birds, with wurblings sweet, Green leaves, and bursting tlowere.
And thou, my friend, art with me still, More loved this sunny May,
‘Than whea we breathed our nuptial vows, ‘Twelve months ago this day,
Our hopes, our views, our wishes ono Bach in the other blest—
We pass cach day in tranquil joy, ‘Then sweetly sink to rest,
More worthy of thy loving heart ‘Phy wife would gladly be,
And while thy love and care aro mine, May Heaven care for thee,
May perfect love and harmony Still make our joys increase, And when our Father calls us hence.
May we depart in peace, Sesas, �
