The voice of the accused now died away;
And silence reigned amid the judgment hall;
They who had come to listen to the sound
Of babbling nonsense, or the maniac rant
Of mad enthusiasm, stood confused,
And gazed upon each other vacantly,

As men bewildered, while they, one and all,
Read in his features, in his words and tone,
His innocence; and deep conviction felt,
As with meek step and uncomplaining eye,
He sought again the dungeon, he had done
Nothing that merited or death or bonds.

Oh! blessed Faith, that in this world of woe Refreshes, with an antepast of heaven, The fainting spirit; and infuses peace Amid the turmoil of lifes's wintry winds, And confidence and triumph, when the rack And chains array their terrors; and the torch Of persecution lights her demon fire.

LOOK NOT ON WINE.

Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the PROVERBS XXIII., 31.

cup.

Look not on wine; although the cup
Be crimsoned with its ruby stain ;
Look not-'tis filled with wormwood up,
And blood, and burning tears of pain :-
Its flash is as the red bolt's glow,
Lighting the paths of death and woe.

Look not on wine: Circean spell
Is breathed upon the purple grape ;
Changing to phantoms horrible

The godlike mind, the godlike shape,
And dooming with its poisonous breath
The soul to everlasting death.

M*

Look not on wine: its rainbow glow
Reflected is from falling tears;

But ah! it is no peaceful bow

Of promise, in life's storms and fearsBut is a messenger of wrath,

A fiery meteor on life's path.

Look not on wine! Oh, who can tell
The victims of its Moloch shrine;
Or speak the soul-destroying spell

That mantles o'er the clustered vine-
The withered hearts-the glories fled-
The tears-the blood, that it has shed.

Look not on wine! Your ruddy youth,
Oh! barter not, and spotless fame,
And conscious dignity and truth,

For premature old age and shame-
And heaven, and hope, and all that's thine,
For short-lived joys. Look not on wine!