they say so.) There is also the likeness of our Saviour, which the same authority informed me had no less a personage for its artist than St. Luke. In another part of the town the synagogue was shewn us, into which Jesus entered, "as his custom was on the Sabbath-day, and stood up for to read." It was on this occasion the prophecy contained in the 61st chapter and 1st verse of Isaiah was fulfilled in the ears of those who heard him.* It is now converted into a church of the Maronites. On our coming out I saw a boy, of about twelve years of age, run upon another, and having struck him, pulled off his turban. friends separated them, and on our inOne of my quiring the cause of the assault, found to our grief that the assailant was a Christian, who beat the other, a Mahomedan, for entering the church, thus retaliating for his not being permitted to enter the mosque. Alas! how little those lessons of forbearance taught by Jesus of Nazareth seem to be remembered by those who now assume the name of Christian. We were afterwards conducted to the workshop of Joseph it is used as a place of worship, and on the wall is a painting, representing Joseph at his bench, with his carpenter's tools about him; by his side stands the infant Jesus, whom he holds by the hand, and seems about instructing in his humble and despised profession.t : At a short distance from the town is the Greek Church, built by the side of a well, where the Greeks, in opposition to the Latins, affirm the annunciation took place. Amongst other holy places shewn us, was a small chapel that contains a large sized stone, upon which (as we learned from a Latin inscription on the wall) Christ sat and eat with his disciples, both before and after his resurrection. Though these places are so well calculated to interest him, who views them with the eye of faith, and, though I am convinced many do still preserve their original localities, yet I would not allow my enthusiasm to force me to surrender my judgment to an implicit belief in every place which the monks point out, particularly where contending parties * Luke, iv. 21. lay equally well supported the claims to genuineness of the subject of dispute. even whilst I write these notes, my What I attached most interest to, and mind refers to, and dwells on, with indescribable pleasure, is the extensive and deeply interesting view that I enjoyed from the hill behind Nazareth; on my left Mount Tabor (that on which Jesus was transfigured, when "his face did shine as the sun, and his raiment and darkly wooded head above the hills was white as the light") raised his lofty that encompass Nazareth. In the disboa, yet called by the Arabs, Djebel tance stretched the mountains of Gilof the plain of the Jordan, and are Gilbo; they form the western boundary memorable for the defeat of Saul and the companion of Tabor;* and, on my Jonathan. Before me rose Hermon, right, the precipice terminated my view. Below me lay the town, in the centre of which rises a handsome mosque, built in a garden of cypresses. As I contemplated the scene before tains and valleys that yet preserve unme, and my eye dwelt on these mounchanged, the forms they presented to their rejected but divine inhabitant, my attention was arrested by the shrill cry of the Muezzin from the minaret summoning the faithful to prayer. is better than sleep, there is no God Prayer but one God, and Mahomet is his prophet." 66 inhabitants rose up and slew the goThe week before we arrived, the vernor, who was endeavouring to introduce European tactics in obedience to the commands of Abdullah, Bashaw of Acre. The Moslems concerned in the murder have fled, and the Bashaw reth is miserably supplied with comhas confiscated their property. Nazamodities. Being anxious to purchase something that I might take with me nothing worth the trouble of bringing as a souvenir, I actually could procure away; I felt the justice of Nathaniel's remark, "Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth." Having seen all the interesting places in the vicinity, Saafet. During our stay at the conwe procured mules to convey us to vent, we had every reason to be satisfied with the hospitality of the monks, who supplied us with excellent wine and any thing else we required. On the evening previous to our departure, we made a calculation as to what might be a sufficient remuneration for any expense or trouble the convent was put to, during our stay, and presented it in the morning to the superior, in the name of charity to the poor. We mounted our mules and took our departure from the convent, accompanied with the A Dios,* and Buon Viaggios of the monks who followed us to the gates. • Addio, or A Dio. "MON AGONIE." The hour of bitterness is past, And I am that which can be won It towers, like a lonely rock, That, frowning, breasts wild ocean's shock, Still darkly scowls upon the deep.- Together to a stoneless tomb, Unwept unhonoured-'tis my doom. THE TALE OF THE TUB, OR THE STRANGE THING THAT HAPPENED TO BISHOP M'HALE. A New Irish Ballad to the tune, "Which Nobody can Deny." Come all ye gay fellows from Cork to Kinsale, "Twas all in Maronia the same came to pass; Which nobody can deny, deny, When all of a sudden-I tell a true story- Which nobody can deny, deny, Then Judy looked up, and she saw such a sight, Which nobody can deny, deny, You may think how the people were struck with surprise; And some thought the Bishop was bound for the skies, Till that heretic Bet gave her neighbour a nudge, Which nobody can deny, deny, Ere the words were well out, up spoke young Father John : And never you mind how old Betty gets on, For she still was a goose and a great Omadawn, Which nobody can deny, deny, "It's a miracle, boys, if there ever was one, Which nobody can deny, deny, dunce Which nobody can deny, deny, "Did you never hear tell of the King of the Vandals, "Or blessed Saint Bridget-and oh! could I utter How she changed fish to flesh, and turned stones into butterThe soles of whose feet did so gloriously glitter That they made a clear stream of the dirtiest gutter? Which nobody can deny, deny, "And was not Saint Crispin, as every one knows, Which nobody can deny, deny, "And if honor like that to a cobler was show'd Which nobody can deny, deny, "For, what says Saint Austin-" De Hibernicorum Sanguis et cespis-hooh!—diabolorum! Which nobody can deny, deny, Then, turning to Bet-" So, you impudent targe ye, Or I'll take my own whip, and it's neatly I'll scourge ye, "Your Reverence's pardon I humbly implore," Cries Bet kneeling down on the sill of the door, Which nobody can deny, deny, "Well, well," says the Father, "to give you a rub, Which nobody can deny, deny, THE HAUNTED GRANGE. "The steed is vanished from the stall; The last sad note that swelled the gale But the lattice that flaps when the wind is shrill. It was in the autum of 1830, after a long and animated correspondence with my tailor, bootmaker, and a host of other rapacious anthropophagi, that, disgusted by the sordidness of mankind in general, and of creditors in particular, I resolved, after the example of Bolingbroke, Byron, and other persecuted men of genius, to forsake the busy haunts of men, and to bury myself and my sorrows in the bosom of some sequestered and solitary retreat. The little village of Boreham was a hamlet, such as few are now to be found in over-populated and over-civilized England. The simple denizens pursued their daily labours with peaceful and contented hearts; there were no idle gentry to excite their envy no drinking establishments to corrupt their morals. The village boasted not of an exciseman; the vicar resided in the neighbouring town; there was no practice for an apothecary, and in fine, the only respectable inhabitant of the place was an antiquated attorney, who at the time I speak of, was engaged in the superintendance of his clients' business in London. It was indeed the most stupid "gite" upon the face of the earth. That I did not expire of ennui during my sojourn there, was owing to a singular piece of good fortune which I shall presently relate. About a quarter of a mile from the xtremity of the village, on the bank o the river Bore, stood a spacious old wether-stained mansion. Dreary, dark, BYRON. and desolate, with its steep shelving roof and mouldering casements, it seemed a blot upon the fertile and well cultivated tract of country that surrounded it. At the front of the house were the remains of a garden that extended to the water's edge, but its once trim alleys were neglected and overgrown with bushes. Grass grew upon the walks, rank weeds flourished where once had bloomed the dahlia, and the rose; the fruit trees, long unused to the pruning-knife, bore no fruit upon their moss-grown branches; the sundial, with its quaint motto-fugit hora brevis-hung loosely from its wormeaten supporter. The tangled thicket by the river side had once been an arbour, but the rustic table, with its benches, lay rotting upon the ground. I deemed, as I gazed upon the place, that it had once appertained to some wealthy squire, a mighty hunter perhaps, and a game preserver; a devourer of fruit, a fancier of flowers, and a follower of Isaac Walton. I felt a melancholy pleasure in contemplating the wreck of that deserted garden: the remnants of taste and attention that lay mouldering around me conjured up the image of the former proprietor, as the banners which flaunt raggedly above some fretted sepulchre recall the memory of the once proud noble who sleeps beneath. The condition of the house seemed little superior to that of the garden; the roof was uncovered in various |