THE STAR IN THE EAST. Night flung a sable stole o'er Bethlehem On which, as on a velvet ground, each gem, That like a flame of Love on midnight's ocean shone! Low o'er Olivet's trembling outline hung This new-born flame, whence milder splendors sprung Hail thou, bright herald of my Saviour's birth! Were every golden urn of Vesper dim, Thy gushing fount of light would roll its waves to Him! Now heaving up the skies-an eye of love, The arc where constellations gambol wild They saw-and knew that Heaven's great monarch smiled, And took their jewelled gifts in haste to crown The kingly head that drew such rays of glory down! On Bethlehem's manger low, the radiance glowed LINES WRITTEN IN DEJECTION. J.N.M. I strive in vain-I strive in vain-to still this throbbing breast, years, And paths that once were strew'd with flow'rs, are moistened now with tears. Far o'er dark ocean's waves I've roamed, o'er mountain wilds I've strayed, [have play'd: When gathering thunders round have roll'd, and lightning's fires I've wak'd to hail the morning's dawn-watch'd eve's expiring ray, Too blest to think life's brightest hours, e'en thus, would pass away! Then I was young-and vainly deem'd this world was made for me, I deem'd not then how soon proud Death earth's firmest bonds can sever; How coldly hearts, that once lov'd deep, can part, aye, part forever; How friends prove false-how angel-hopes dissolve themselves in air, [Despair! And Fiends usurp the Throne they held-Revenge-Remorse I knew not this-I feel it now-e'en more than I can speak, And, feeling thus, 'tis true, methinks, this bankrupt heart should break; For oh! its strings are aching so, such withering grief lies there, "Twere kind in fate to rescue me from pains I ili can bear! Who, when life's morning hours are past, its sunniest moments fled, Each hope o'erthrown, each charm dissolved, its every garland dead Would wish, still wish, to wander on in this cold world unknown But yet, oh! yet be calm my soul! thou hast a guardian still, Upon this Rock, when heart, and flesh, and earthlier saccors fail, That latest anchor shall be thine in shores beyond the grave !H.W. THE WATCH TOWER LIGHT. 'Tis inidnight deep,--the storm is loud, And though the night is dark and drear, The watch tower light is streaming.--MRS. THAYER MONTH Enter Te different h with the ng this tree- The traditions back to the ce, not, as w of Figs w by which David. In G artan men sh ese, and figs fferent varieties of the Fig Tree are very comalestine and other eastern countries, and they ith the greatest luxuriance in those barren and ations where little else will grow. In the Heptures the fig is called Fanch," the grief tree," roughness of the upper surface of the leaf, uses it to irritate and fret such parts of the hu as it is applied to. Hence the Rabbins and f the Christian Fathers, represent Adam as seis tree-a kind of natural sackcloth--to clothe nd his wife immediately after the fall, for the of acknowledging his fault and expressing his aditions of the Greeks carry the origin of the to the most remote antiquity. It was known ople of the East before the Cerealia; and stood me relation to the inhabitants as the banana he Indian tribes of South America at the pre. With little trouble of cultivation it supplied Incipal necessities; and furnished them with a not, as with us, of occasional luxury, but of conod. The want of blossoms on the Fig Tree, was d by the Jews as a most grievous calamity. of Figs were included in the presents of provi which the widow of Nabal appeased the wrath d. In Greece when Lycurgus decreed that the men should dine in a common hall, flour, wine, and figs were the principal contributions of each |