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trusting in masses for the dead. The agony of a lifetime seemed curdled in one moment. The brother and sister cast themselves on their knees to implore refuge from impending doom. They soon arose, and Brien shouted for relief, in the hope that some fisherman or passenger might be attracted by his call. He paused for a reply. He heard only the soft plashing of the summer sea, as wave after wave coursed each other to the shore. The soft moonlight poured its silver beams over the reposing waters of the bay. The promontory opposite the cave glowed with the red light of the watch-fire, but at so great a distance that the music and mirth of the dancers were inaudible. Once more Brien shouted for aid, the rocks reverberated his call ; but their echoes died away unheard by mortal ear. Again the soft murmurs of the advancing waves sounded in the darkness of the cave. Mary fainted. Brien raised her inanimate form upon the highest ledge of rocks, and felt almost thankful that she was spared the misery of watching the slow, insidious approach of death, as well as the consciousness of drowning death agonies. Once. more the cave reverberated with his shouts for relief, but in vain. The waters touched his feet; they continued to rise ; Brien resigned the hopes of life, and surrendered himself to prayer.
SPIRITS OF THE FRENCH REFORMATION.
“ Le vieux docteur s'était animé; ses yeux eteints brillaient, sa voix usée était devenue sonore ; on eut dit le vieux Siméon rendant grâces au Seigneur de ce que ses yeux voyaient son salut.”
“ Ce moment où Lefèvre, quittant les merveilleux récits des saints, mit la main sur la parole de Dieu, commence une ère nouvelle en France, et est le principe de la Réformation.”—D'AUBIGNE.
Oh for that glory's matchless ray,
A watchful light mid the sons of men !
On all the way our God has led,
Its beams reflecting grace our head !
Some exploit + in our leader's name,
O’er sin and pain, o'er toil and shame !
A light, but not the noonday light,
Dawned on Lefèvre's soul;
Gently around him stole,
* Proy. xvi. 31.
Dan. xi. 32.
Lighting his strange mysterious home,
The chambers of his imagery, While all the idol-gods of Rome
Trembled before it fearfully, Their worshipper before them stands, Clasping a Bible in his hands, His heart to heaven-to God ascending, His knee before their altars bending ; Striving to bind his wavering will Fast to his old allegiance still. That link must break-it cannot be That Christ and Antichrist agree ! Can the infallible mislead, Or error stamp the Pontiff's creed ? The doubt would come, the question be Repeated oft with agony. Searching the perfect law of God,
Watching intent to do his will, An upward path the Christian trod,
Brightening and brightening still. *
The fairest garlands he could twine
the miracle shall see,
* Prov. iy. 18.
The prophet to his cell returned,
his native land. Hid in a tongue unknown, the Book
Shall yet be clear and plain, And those who in its pages look,
Shall never look in vain.
His work is done his temples hoary
By feet of righteous men ;
Shalt stand triumphant then.
Unhappy France !-why didst not thou
Thy day of favour know?
All glitter, pomp, and show !
But in thy walls the foe-
* Dan. xii. 13.
Yet “ fifty righteous ” may be found,