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lyres  of  angels  or  the  tempting  whispers  of  fiends.   He  caught  a
                          gleam15'  of  the  Beatific  Vision, or  woke screaming  from  dreams  of ever­
                          lasting  fire.   Like  Vane,  he  thought  himself  entrusted with  the scepter
                          of  tlie  millennial  year.   Like  Fleetwood,  he  cried in  the  bitterness19  of
                          his  soul  that  God  had  hid his  face from  hi in.
                             But  when  he  took  his  scat, in the  council,2 or  gilt  on  his  sword  for
                          war,  these  tempestuous  workings  of  the  soul  had  left  no  perceptible
                          trace  behind  them.   People  who  saw  nothing of  the  godly  but  their
                          uncouth  visages,  and  heard  nothing  from  tliem but  their  groans  and
                          their  whining  hymns,  might  laugh  at  them.    But  those  had  little
                          reason  to  laugh  who  encountered  them  in  the  hall  of  debate1  or  in  the
                          field  of  battle.— L ord  M a c a u la y.




                                               TH E  AUCTIONEER'S  GIFT.
                          T    1IE  auctioneer  leaped  on  a  chair,  and  hold and  loud  and  dear,
                                 He poured  his  cataract  of  words,— -just like  an  auctioneer.
                                 An  auction  sale  of furniture,  where  some  hard  mortgagee
                          Was  bound to  get  his  money back  and  pay  his  lawyer's fee.

                          A  humorist  of  wide  renown,  this  doughty  auctioneer  ;
                          His  joking  raised  the  loud  guffaw, and  brought the  answering  jeer ;
                          He  scattered  round his  jests  like  rain,  on  the  unjust  and  the  just:
                          Sam  Sloeman  said  he  laughed  so  much he thought that  he would  bu.st.

                          He  knocked  down  bureaus, beds,  and  stoves,  and  clocks  aud  chande­
                                  liers,
                          And  A  grand  piano,  which he  swore  would  Jl last a  thousand years;”
                          He  rattled  out the  crockery,  and  sold  the  silverware;
                          A t last  they passed  him  up  to  sell  a  little baby's  chair.

                          " How  much ?  how much ?  come make a bid ;  is all your money spent?"
                          And  then  a  cheap,  facetious  wrag  came  up  arid  bid,   one cent.”
                          Just  then  a  sad-fated  woman,  who  -Stood  in  silence  there,
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