Let thy work appear unto thy servants, And thy glory upon their children. And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: And establish thou the work of our hands upon us; Yea, the work of our hands establish thou it. - Psalm xc. A PSALM OF DAVID. (The Bible.) The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; For he hath founded it upon the seas, Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? He shall receive a blessing from the Lord, Lift up your heads, O ye gates; And be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors: And the King of glory shall come in. Who is the King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, Lift up your heads, O ye gates; Yea, lift them up, ye everlasting doors: And the King of glory shall come in. The Lord of hosts, He is the King of glory. de ceit' ful ly, in a lying manner. ful' ness, abundance. right' eous ness (chus), purity of heart. -Psalm xxiv. sal va' tion, deliverance from sin. P THE OCEAN. LORD BYRON. (From "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage.") There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : From all I may be, or have been before, What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, The armaments which thunder-strike the walls The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Dark-heaving;-boundless, endless, and sublimeThe image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy For I was as it were a child of thee, At the very beginning of the work, he announces it to be his sole purpose to break down the vogue and authority of books of chivalry, and, at the end of the whole, he declares anew, in his own person, that "he had had no other desire than to render abhorred of men the false and absurd stories contained in books of chivalry"; exulting in his success, as an achievement of no small moment. And such, in fact, it was; for we have abundant proof that the fanaticism for these romances was so great in Spain, during the sixteenth century, as to have become matter of alarm to the more judicious. To destroy a passion that had struck its roots so deeply in the character of all classes of men, to break up the only reading which at that time could be considered widely popular and fashionable, was certainly a bold undertaking, and one that marks anything rather than a scornful or broken spirit, or a want of faith in what is most to be valued in our common nature. The great wonder is, that Cervantes succeeded. But that he did, there is no question. No book of chivalry was written after the appearance of Don Quixote, in 1605; and from the same date, even those already enjoying the greatest favor ceased, with one or two unimportant exceptions, to be reprinted; so that, from that time to the present, they have been constantly disappearing, until they are now among the rarest of literary curiosities. GEORGE TICKNOR. DON QUIXOTE AND SANCHO PANZA. Don Quixote, hearing how soon Sancho was to depart to his new government, took him by the hand and led him to his chamber, in order to give him some advice respecting his conduct in office. "First, my son, fear God; for to fear Him is wisdom, and being wise, thou canst not err. Secondly, consider what thou art, and endeavor to know thyself, which is the most difficult study of all. The knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity, and the fate of the frog that foolishly vied with the ox will serve thee as a caution; the recollection, too, of having been formerly a swineherd, in thine own country will be to thee, in the loftiness of thy pride, like the ugly feet of the peacock." "It is true," said Sancho, "that I once kept swine, but I was only a boy then; when I grew toward manhood I looked after geese, and not hogs. But this, methinks, is nothing to the purpose; for all governors are not descended from kings." "That I grant," replied Don Quixote; "and |