| 463 by oral applications than they could be in a dry printed detail. Mr. Gliddon observed that the Egyptian cubit corresponds to the dimensions of the Tabernical [Tabernacle] of Moses. He showed that it was the cubit of Solomon, on the first construction of the Temple, B. C. 1012; and he quoted Ezekiel xl. 5, and xliii. 13, to establish the identity of the Egyptian cubits of 1661, or rather prior to B. C. 2500, from the pyramids(with which these cubits correspond!) with Ezekiel's two cubits B. C. 535, on the second erection of the Temple. He showed that bishop Cumberland is wrong in his estimates of Hebrew cubits, as he confounds the cubit of seven palms with the cubit of six palms. He also showed the perfect analogy between the Arab cubit or arm, 4300 years ago; exemplifying his subject with the modern Italian, Greek, and Turkish correspondences. He referred besides to other ancient cubits in Europe and Egypt.
"Having proved the propriety of the Egyptians and the Hebrews with regard to the cubit, the lecturer fully showed what he termed 'the plagiarisms of Greece and Rome,' and how the hand applied to their measures, as in everything else, the Greeks and Romans are 'the mere children of the venerable and profound Egyptians, and that we are their grand-children.'
POETRY.
For the Times and Seasons.
TO MRS. MARY PRATT
ON THE DEATH OF HER LITTLE SON.
BY MISS E. R. SNOW.
Time with an arrows speed has gone That flow'r beneath the vernal skies
Since I beheld a blooming flower, Will bloom. Ere long the trumpet's sound
As fresh as summer morning's dawn- Will hide your sleeping cherub rise.
Its beauty grac'd the vernal bow'r.
Twas lovely, and its op'ning bloom, How was that lov'd, departed one
A joy inspiring halo spread; Endear'd by scenes of deep distress!
And rich as Eden's first perfume Missouri's prison walls have known
Was the sweet fragrance which it shed. Its infant cry-your fond caress:
When in your arms with tenderness
Such was your little one; and more You bore it to the wretched cell;
Than rosy beauty grac'd its air- That with your presence you might bless
A higher charm its features bore- The heart of him you love so well.
A noble intellect was there,
With fondest hopes, from earliest hour But hush the sorrows of thy breast,
You saw its mind, a royal gem, And wait the promise of the Lord,
Expand with reason's genial pow'r To usher in a day of rest,
To form a future diadem. When all will be again restored,
Although a tender branch is torn
But oh! a frost has nip'd the flow'r, Asunder from the parent tree;
And all its loveliness is gone! Back to the trunk it shall be borne,
A hand unseen with ghastly pow'r And grafted for eternity.
Has laid full low, your little one! Morely settlement, Jan. 17th, 1844.
But soon, by nature's annual round
The Times and Seasons,
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