NAPOLEON'S TELEGRAPH ON MONT-MARTRE.

Talk of the necromancer's spell?
In forests depths-in magic cell,
Was never raised so fierce a storm,
As when thy solitary form

Into the troubled air its wild spells hurled-
Thou sullen shaker of a weary world!

I saw thee once again. 'Twas morn:
Sweet airs from summer fields were borne--
The sun was in the laughing sky:

I saw thy startling limbs outfly-
And felt that in that hour I saw the birth

Of some new curse that might have clouded earth.

The soundless curse went forth—it passed-
'Twas answered by the trumpet blast:
'T was answered by the cannon's roar,
Pale Danube! on thy distant shore:

That sign of war let loose the iron horde,
That crushed in gore the Hapsburg helm and sword.

Again I looked. 'T was day's decline-
Thy mount was purple with the vine;
The clouds in rosy beauty slept-
The birds their softest vespers kept;

The plain all flowers, was one rich painted floor-
And thou, wild fiend! e'en thou wast still once more!

I saw thee from thy slumber start-
That blow was, Russia! to thy heart:
That hour the shaft was shot, that rent
The curtains of the Tartar tent:

That voiceless sign to wolf and vulture cried,
Come to your fiercest feast of homicide!

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Then swept the sword and blazed the shell-
Then armies gave the dying yell:
Then burning cities lit the gloom—

The groans of Empire in its doom!

Till all was death-then came the final ban

Then Heaven broke down the strength--too strong for man!

Then earth was calm-I saw thee sleep.
Once more I saw thy thin arms sweep-
Napoleon's blazing star was wan!
The master of the talisman,

Was dungeoned far upon the ocean wave—
Thine was the silent tidings of his grave!

Melancthon.

WHOEVER is accustomed to observe the movements, and to admire the wisdom of a superintending Providence, will not be disposed to attribute this happy event to a happy casualty; but will consider it as the result of a superior and wise arrangement. He will connect it with all its circumstances, and trace it to its consequences. Accustomed to comprehensive views of things, he will not resemble the ignorant rustic that steps across the spring whence a Nile, a Euphrates, or a Ganges originates, without any emotion, and without the capacity to realize those images of grandeur and simplicity that present themselves in a similar situation to the enlightened philosopher; but he will pause, ponder, compare, and look around him. The Almighty Ruler of the world proceeds in the vast system of his operations in a manner in some respects similar to that which is adopted by every intelligent agent, acting on a small scale. Does the

skilful architect prepare his materials for the building he is about to construct, and adapt each stone or ornament to its place with discriminating care? And is there any improbability in the belief that when the universal agent is about to produce an extraordinary work, he prepares, by a process suited to the purpose, whatever materials are proper for its execution? Moral operations require moral instruments, and in the whole machinery of circumstances, an intelligent and pious mind will see much to admire. Amidst the error which had accumulated century after century, God having to erect the temple of truth, his providence cleared an ample space, chose a variety of workmen, and reared the admirable superstructure. As in the erection of a building there must be different classes of labourers, so it was requisite in rearing this great edifice, to prepare and employ persons variously constituted, but all capable of useful co-operation. In this point of light it becomes us to contemplate the preparatory course of Melancthon's education, the important station he filled, the celebrity he attained at Tubingen, and his removal thence to the scene of his future labours. He was selected by Providence for great purposes, and qualified by a suitable process for the part he was destined to act. His literary fame and his vast acquirements, were not only of essential service, but they were particularly needed, at that precise period when they were ready for public use. Short sighted indeed, or criminally blind must he be, who does not perceive the same superintendence here as in the guidance of Joseph to Egypt, or David to the camp of Saul. If the Reformation claimed the efforts of an exalted courage and an unextinguishable zeal, be it remembered also, that it required no less a proportion of nice discernment and literary skill if a superstition which invested a mortal with the prerogative of infallibility were to be levelled with the dust, the ignorance which, with its characteristic blindness, supported that superstition, was, at the same time to be dethroned and abolished: -if old abuses were to be removed, and a new order of things

to be introduced and systematised, it was desirable to find, not only vigour and resolution to clear away the rubbish of error -but elegance of taste, to clothe unwelcome novelties with attractive beauty: in a word, if existing circumstances called for a MARTIN LUTHER, they demanded also a PHILIP MELANCTHON! After long ages of depression, philosophy, literature and theology at length revived. It was impossible that any of them. should prosper, during a period in which the human mind was burthened by superstition, and the mental faculties were unable to expand beneath the oppressive weight, while, century after century rolled on, scarcely presenting any thing worthy of the historian to record, or the moralist to admire. At length, a new era arose, which afforded facilities for the circulation of thought, and the comparatively free excercise of public opinion. In proportion as it became possible to express sentiments and announce discoveries in science or religion, without incurring the charge of heresy, and being consigned to perpetual imprisonment or death, knowledge increased, and truth lifted up her drooping head. The imperfections which usually characterise first discoveries, were indeed apparent; but the clouds of prejudice, and the mists of ignorance gradually melted away; objects which were blended together became distinctly visible, and this morning-light of scientific discovery "shone more and, more unto the perfect day."

Luther said: "I clear the ground of stumps and roots, thorns and briars: fill up ditches, raise causeways, and smooth the roads through the woods: but to PHILIP MELANCTHON it belongs, by the grace of God, to perform a milder and more grateful labour-to build, to plant, to sow, to water, to please by elegance and taste." Melancthon was the pen of the Reformation: when he first heard of Luther's death he exclaimed: "My Father! My Father! the chariot of Israel and the horseman thereof."-They were not perfectly agreed, but they were perfectly united.

LIFE OF MELANCTHON.

Che Christian Warfare.

"TAKE up the Cross and follow me!"
Heard ye the call divine?
Soldier, brace on thy panoply!

Advance thy Captain's sign!

Conquering, to conquer, forth He goes:

By thy weak arm his might can crush his proudest foes.

With Truth's unsullied baldrick girt
Upon thy mailed side,

The spirit's glaive thy Leader's word,
Let virtue's corslet, tried

In strife and furnace, guard thy breast,

And let Salvation's helm, thy dauntless brow invest.

But most upon thy martial arm,

Take Faith's impervious targe,
To quench the fiery shafts of Harm

Amid the deadly charge:

Then forth on thy victorious way

Speed on, thy steps prepared on Love revealed to stay.

Sawest thou the waters foaming high?

'Tis passion's restless sea:

Heard'st thou the storm that swept the sky?

'Tis stern Adversity.

Heed not-tread on-the billows cleft,

Shall fence with crystal wall, thy right hand and thy left.

Sawest thou the broad and arid plain?

No sheltering leaf is there—

No fount where scorched and fainting Pain

Beneath the sultry glare,