of the Apocalypse; the whole world being reputed to be subject to that monarchy, whenever it is spoken of, as in Daniel ii. 38. Revel. xiii. 7 to 9.

But this empire described in Revel. xiii. is that same empire over which Babylon presides, (ch. xvii.) and therefore, in the literal first intention, there could be no churches out of Asia or the Babylonian empire. The same mode of speech is used in prophecy respecting each of the four monarchies in succession, as may be seen in the second and seventh of Daniel, and even in St. Luke (ch. ii. 1.)

To be consistent, then, we are to consider the small region of Asia, in which the seven literal churches were seated, as a type of the entire Asia, in which all the Asiatic churches were situated; and these again as types of the Catholic Church distinguished into seven successive states, and situated in whatever empire was figuratively intended by the Babylonian monarchy; and not the less so, if it should be found that the prophecy likewise intended, literally, seven successive states of the Christian Church in the entire literal Asia, concurrent with the similar succession here asserted in the figurative Asia, the empire of the figurative Babylon.

The sixth argument is drawn from the acccompaniment of the mention of the seven spirits; and it is maintained, that whatever sense seven, with spirits, has, the same sense seven, with churches, undeniably demands. That the meaning of the seven spirits is seven created angels, acting successively as ministers of the Holy Spirit, in his seven-fold operations, is most manifest from the following texts compared with this. ch. viii. 2. v. 6.

It might, indeed, seem, as Reuchlin notes, that the Divinity acts by a descending scale of corresponding agents, as, for instance, the seven-fold spirit, by seven arch-angels, and seven angels or apostles of the churches, to whom correspond the seven planets, in the midst of whom the Sun of Righteousness is here beheld making his circuit, precisely as Homer describes the Sun as making the circuit of Chrysa. The twelfth chapter as plainly refers to the Sun in the Zodiac, when it describes the twelve apostles as twelve stars. So many analogies meeting in the prophetical descriptions, transcend the talent of man to put together, and demonstrate that, could we read the visible world, we should find it to be the Bible itself, in which, both from the foundation of the world and by the constitution of the world, the invisible things of God are reflected on earth as from a higher heaven, by an intermediate mirror communicating with our dark and gross atmosphere, as the nocturnal reflection of the moon in the font displays the light of day itself. Each successive dispensation of God from the first constitution of this visible system till the perfection of the new heavens and earth is, as it were, a new coloring laid on the

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SPIRIT! Who oft, at night's unclouded noon,
Dost love to watch the melancholy Moon
Shroud in the wanness of her spectral ray
Rome-Athens cold in beautiful decay:
Or where Palmyra's mouldering shrines o'erspread
The Syrian waste-Sad city of the dead!
Beneath some ivied arch dost sit thee lone
To drink the music of the night-wind's moan,
And smile on ruin !-Spirit! who dost dwell
In the deep silence of thy cavern'd cell,
Noting the shadowy years, and mantling all
The pomp of Earth in mute Oblivion's pall-
Spirit of Time! could Beauty's radiant dower,
Could Genius-Valor mock thy sullen power,
Could Riches fly thee-Venice still had been,
As once of old, Earth's-Ocean's sceptred Queen,
And still been throned in all her ancient charms
Of wealth and art, of loveliness and arms!
Fair-faded Venice! when in visions wild
Imagination on my boyhood smiled,
O! then the glories of thy proud career
With many a tale repaid my listening ear:
Thy merchant Dukes by prostrate Kings obey'd,
Thy deeds of war in distant climes display'd,

Thy marble palaces, and sea-girt walls,

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The orient splendor of thy gilded halls,

Touch'd with bright hues from Fancy's pencil caught,

All raised the rapture of my childish thought;

And now-e'en now to manhood's sterner glance

Thine annals wear the impress of Romance,
And all that History tells of thee might seem
The lovely fiction of a poet's dream!

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Whilst in his wrath Ausonia's northern foe'
O'er her fair cities flung a cloud of woe,
Her outcast sons condemn'd alas! to roam,
And seek abroad the rest denied at home-
Fled from the wreck of arts, the waste of life,
The Victor's fetter, and the Battle's strife-
Where Adria rear'd from Ocean's dimpled smiles
The free seclusion of her cluster'd Isles!
Though rude the scene, yét Peace and Freedom there
Smoothed Nature's frown and made e'en deserts fair,
Blue heaven above, and murmuring waves around,
Below, the rocks with verdant wildness crown'd,
Seem'd to the Exile's joyful gaze, a new
And fair creation screen'd from tyrant's view!

There Venice rose, and thence in tranquil state
She view'd each awful change of changeful Fate,
Whilst Conquest shook with desolating hand
Her Lion Crest o'er many a subject Land,
Where soft Italia's sunny prospect lies,
Blest in its fadeless plains, and cloudless skies,
Or where green Asia spreads her garden'd shore,
Or Afric's sons their fertile streams adore.
And many a marble form of heavenly mould,
(That flash'd on Genius' glowing thought of old,
And taught Canova's wand in after time

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To shadow forth the beauteous and sublime,)
The life-like statue, and the breathing bust,
The column rescued from defiling dust-

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From those sweet Isles that gem th' Egean waves,
Too bright and lovely for the homes of Slaves!

To conquering Venice borne-with spoils divine's - omif Adorn'd the Palace, or enrich'd the Shrine.

Light of admiring Earth!-when holy zeal

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Rear'd War's red flag, and bared the glittering steel,gam
Each pilgrim prince, and red-cross chief implored en
The mighty succour of thy sail and sword.
And vain the flush of eager Valor-vain
The Christian's hope to crush the Moslem's reign,
Till Venice cast her bauner to the breeze,
And bade her navy sweep the sounding seas.
Proud was that hour when o'er the sparkling bay
Her martial gallies stretched their long array,
Proud was that close of day, whose farewell smile
Wept its sad light on Zara's yielding Isle,
And prouder still, when Stamboul blazing shed.
Funereal glare o'er piles of Asia's dead!

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Such were her deeds of yore! but wither'd now
The wreath of glory from her abject brow!.
Her namie "the Free" of thirteen hundred
Has sunk at length in bondage and in tears:
And now-what art thou? City of the waves!
A tyrant's dungeon of degraded slaves,
Dull as the slumber of their slow canals,
Dull as the silence of their empty halls,

Dull as their dead!-O! would their dead might be f
Once more awake, and Venice yet be free!—
Ye shrouded Chiefs, who struck the flying foe,
Pisani, Carmagnola, Dandolo !

Rend-rend the tomb, and start to second life, ma go puk
And strive in kindled Freedom's glorious strife! won arit
Strike, as ye struck, the Frank, the Greek, the Hun, as notÂ
Strike, as ye struck when Candia's fight was won, 1 45
When Venice thunder'd with avenging hate
Stern Doria's threat on Genoa's rival state,
Or when in vain Carrara's2 valor tried
From Padua's wall to turn the battle's tide!

1 Pisani was the commander of thirty-four gallies against the Genoese. Carmagnola, after a long series of brilliant victories, fell under the suspicion of "The Ten," and was publicly executed. Dandolo was Doge when the Ambassadors arrived from France to ask the assistance of the Venetians for the recovery of the Holy Land, and although ninety years old, greatly distinguished himself at the capture of Constantinople.

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Mute-mute!unheard the summons echoes o’ernam, the
The fiery bosoms that may beat no more:

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But ye their living sons-O! spurn the chain!
Alas! they heed it not the call is vain !,ne nav
As o'er the bier, where silent Beauty sleeps, does
For ever bush'd-soine lonely Lover weepsj )}}
Whilst o'er his soul fond Memory's vision strays,
And all the looks and tones of happier days
Rush on his thought," And is she nought but clay ? - -
Perchance the spirit has not pass'd away→
Again perchance the long-suspended breath
Will break the dread tranquillity of death!"-
It may not be !-the changeless cheek, the eye
All darkly curtain'd in Eternity,

The lifeless hair in weak confusion thrown,

The chill white haud that thrills not to his own,

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Now coldly closed, and colorless, and still,-
These leave not Doubt to gild despairing gloom,
Nor furnish Hope to flutter o'er the tomb!

O! thus may he, who quits his northern home"
Amid Italia's softer scenes to roam,
O'er Venice mourn! still beauty lingers there,
But palely sweet, and desolately fair:

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Yes! still her turrets rise-her bulwarks' frown:
On Oceau's humbled wave looks darkly down,
And still her streets their marble grandeur raise
To wake the wonder of the stranger's gaze!
And oft when o'er the Adriatic tides
His homeward bark the 'nighted fisher guides,
And views, extending far, her shadowy piles
Catch the faint splendor of the moon's pale smiles,
Well might he deem a Spirit's fairy spell
Had scatter'd beauty where its magic fell,
And rear'd aloft, in gay fantastic show,
The pomp of Ocean's palaces below.
Awhile-so still the scene, each echo fled,-
The city seems a mansion of the dead;

his capital against the Venetians, was compelled to surrender, and on the faith of a safe-conduct they repaired to Venice to entreat the clemency of the Senate, who, however, after a short interval, caused them to be put to death in the prisons of St. Mark.