Of matchless sculpture in her sleep she lay-
The linen vesture" folded on her breast,
And over it her white transparent hands,
The blood still rosy in their tapering nails.
A line of pearl ran through her parted lips,
And in her nostrils, spiritually thin,
The breathing curve was mockingly like life;
And round beneath the faintly-tinted skin
Ran the light branches of the azure veins;
And on her cheek the jet lash overlay,
Matching the arches pencil'd on her brow.
Her hair had been unbound, and falling loose
Upon her pillow, hid her small round ears
In curls of glossy blackness, and about

Her polish'd neck, scarce touching it, they hung,
Like airy shadows floating as they slept.

7.

'Twas heavenly beautiful. The Savior raised
Her hand from off her bosom, and spread out
The snowy fingers in his palm, and said,
'Maiden'! Arise'!' and suddenly a flush
Shot o'er her forehead, and along her lips
And through her cheek the rallied color ran;
And the still outline of her graceful form
Stirr'd in the linen vesture; and she clasp'd
The Savior's hand, and fixing her dark eyes
Full on his beaming countenance-AROSE."

N. P. WILLIS.

1 VES'-TI-BULE, the porch or entrance into a NERVE-LESS, destitute of strength. house; also an inner court which leads 5 IN-AUD'-I-BLY, in a manner not to be into a suite of rooms.

heard.

7JET, of the deepest black.

2 SAN'-DAL, the ancient form of shoe, con-6 VEST-URE, garment; covering.

sisting of a sole fastened to the foot."

3 JA'-I-RUS, a Roman ruler in Judæa.

LESSON XI.

THE CRUCIFIXION.

1. AND when they were come to the place which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand and one on the left. Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.

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3.

4.

"This was the earth's consummate hour;

For this hath blazed the prophet's power;
For this hath swept the conqueror's sword;
Hath ravaged, raised, cast down, restored:
Persepolis, Rome, Babylon!

For this ye sank, for this ye shone!

"Yet things to which earth's brightest beam
Were darkness-earth itself a dream;-
Foreheads on which shall crowns be laid
Sublime, when sun and star shall fade ;-
Worlds upon worlds, eternal things,
Hung on thy anguish, King of Kings!

"Still from his lip no curse has come;
His lofty eye has look'd no doom;
No earthquake burst, no angel brand
Crushes the black, blaspheming band:
What say those lips, by anguish riven?
'God, be my murderers forgiven !'"

THE END.

CROLY.