THOUGH LONG THE WANDERER MAY DEPART. THOUGH long the wanderer may depart, And far his footsteps roam, He clasps the closer to his heart The image of his home. To that loved land, where'er he goes, Though Nature on another shore The heavens that met his childhood's eye, So Faith, a stranger on the earth, He may behold them dimly here, To that fair city, now so far, A better light than Bethlehem's star BID ME COME WITH THEE ON THE WATER. O, in the dark and stormy night, When far from land, I cry with fear; Dim through the dark, Thy gliding form; Then lift Thy hand and bid me come, Or for Thy coming bid me wait, With Thee my course points ever home; To the fair haven I shall come. BAYARD TAYLOR. POET and extensive American writer, Bayard Taylor was born in January 1825, in the state of Pennsylvania. In his eighteenth year, he produced a long poem on an incident in Spanish history. He has since prosecuted a successful literary career. One of the most adventurous of modern travellers, his published works of travel have commanded well-merited attention. His poetical works, which had appeared at different periods, were, in 1856, collected into an octavo volume. JERUSALEM, FAIR shines the moon, Jerusalem, Thy glory once, their diadem E'er Judah's reign was o'er. The stars on hallowed Olivet, But when shall rise thy splendours set! Thy majesty return? Thy strength, Jerusalem, is o'er, And broken are thy walls; The harp of Israel sounds no more In thy deserted halls! But where thy kings and prophets trod Triumphant over death, Behold the living soul of God- The Christ of Nazareth! Who shall rebuild Jerusalem ?- No new Messiah shall arise For lost Jerusalem! How long, O Christ, shall men obscure Thy holy charity?— How long the godless rites endure The suns of eighteen hundred years But where Thy sacred steps were sent Thy garments yet are daily rent— JOHN ANDERSON. HE only child of John Anderson, D.D., the subject of this notice was born in the manse of Newburgh, Fifeshire. Educated at the University of St Andrews, he was ordained minister of St John's Church, VVV Dundee, in 1844. He was subsequently translated to the East Church, Perth; and in 1852, was preferred to the church-living of Kinnoull, Perthshire. An extensive contributor to the leading periodicals, both in prose and verse, Mr Anderson has published two volumes of poems, entitled The Pleasures of Home, and The Legend of Glencoe. SABBATH BELLS. SWEET Sabbath bells! ye waft my soul Sweet Sabbath bells! no temple there For every heart is a shrine of prayer, No weekly calm, in the world above, For the moments of heaven are bright with love, |