POETRY. THE CRUSADER'S RETURN. "Joy to the fair!-thy knight behold, No wealth he brings, nor wealth can need, "Joy to the fair! whose constant knight Her favour fired to feats of might; Unnoted shall she not remain, Where meet the bright and noble train; 66 Joy to the fair!—my name unknown, Each deed, and all its praise thine own; Then, oh! unbar this churlish gate, The night-dew falls, the hour is late. Inured to Syria's glowing breath, I feel the north breeze chill as death; Let grateful love quell maiden shame, And grant him bliss who brings thee fame. REBECCA'S HYMN. It was in the twilight of the day when her trial, if it could be called such, had taken place, that a low knock was heard at the door of Rebecca's prison-chamber. It disturbed not the inmate, who was then engaged in the evening prayer recommended by her religion, and which concluded with a hymn we have ventured thus to translate into English. When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came, An awful guide in smoke and flame. There rose the choral hymn of praise, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know THY ways, But, present still, though now unseen; And oh, when stoops on Judah's path A burning and a shining light! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, And mute our timbrel, trump, and horn, VIEW OF THE SCOTTISH CAMP, A.D. 1513, AND CITY OF EDINBURGH, FROM BLACKFORD HILL. Blackford! on whose uncultured breast, While rose, on breezes thin, Now, from the summit to the plain, And o'er the landscape as I look, Save the rude cliffs and chiming brook. To me they make a heavy moan, Of early friendships past and gone. But different far the change has been, In crossing ranks extending far, Oft giving way, where still there stood Some relics of the old oak wood, That darkly huge did intervene, And tamed the glaring white with green : A martial kingdom's vast array. Still on the spot Lord Marmion stay'd, When sated with the martial show For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, |