| 462 and from an overpowering national pride forbidding the introduction of new and foreign t, we should not see much mystery interwoven with their existence. But this is not their state-far from it. They are neither a united and independant [independent] nation nor a parasitic province.-They are peeled; scattered; and crumbled into fragments; but like broken globules of quicksilver, instinct with a cohesive power, ever claiming affinity, and ever ready to amalgamate. Geography, arms, genius, politics, and foreign help do not explain their existence; time and climate and customs equally fail to unravel it.-None of these are or can be the springs of their perpetuity. They have been spread over every part of the habitable globe; they have lived under the regime of every dynasty; they have shared the protection of just laws, the proscription of cruel ones, and witnessed the rise and progress of both; they have used every tongue, and have lived in every latitude. The snows of Lapland have chilled, and the suns of Africa have scorched them. They have drunk of the Tiber, the Thames, the Jordan, the Mississippi.-In every century, and every degree of latitude and longitude, we find a Jew. It is not so with any other race. Empires the most illustrious have fallen and buried the men that constructed them; but the Jew has lived among the ruins, a living monument of indistructibility [indestructibility]. Persecution has unsheathed the sword and lighted the fagot. Papal superstition and Moslem barbarism have smote them with unsparing ferocity, penal rescripts and deep prejudice have visited on them most unrighteous chastisement, and not withstanding all, they survive. Robert Montgomery, in his Messiah, thus expresses the relative position of the Jews:
"Empires have sunk and kingdoms past away.
But still, apart, sublime in misery stands
The wreck of Israel. Christ hath come and bled,
And Miracles around the cross
A holy splendour [splendor] of undying truth
Preserve; but yet their pining spirit looks
For that unrisen sun which prophets hail'd.
And when I view him in the garb of wo,
A wandering outcast by the world disowned,
The haggard, lost, and long oppressed Jew,
, [']His blood be on us' through my spirit rolls
In fearful echo from a nation's lips.
Remembered Zion! still for thee awaits
A future teeming with triumphal sounds
And shape of glory."
Like their own bush on Mount Horeb, Israel has continued in the flames, but unconsumed. Thy are the aristocracy of Scripture, reft of their coronets-princes in degradation. A Babylonian, a Theban, a Spartan, an Athenian, a Roman, are names known in History only; their shadows alone haunt the world and flicker on its tablets. A Jew walks every street, dwells in every capital, traverses every exchange, and relieves the monotony of the nations of the earth. The race has inherited the heir-loom of immortality, incapable of extinction or amalgamation, Like streamlets from a common head, and composed of waters of a peculiar nature, they have flowed along every stream, without blending with it, or receiving its color or its flavor, and traversed the surface of the globe, and the lapse of many centuries, peculiar, distinct, alone. The Jewish race, at this day, is perhaps the most striking seal of the truth of the Sacred Oracles. There is no possibility of accounting for their perpetual isolation, their depressed but distinct being, on any grounds save those revealed in the records of truth. their aggregate and individual character is as remarkable as their circumstances. Meanness the most abject, and pride the most overbearing-the degradation of helots, and yet a conscious and a manifest sense of the dignity of a royal priesthood-crouching, cozening, squeezing, grasping, on the exchange in the shop, in the world, with nothing too low for them to do, or too dirty, if profitable, for them to pick up! and, notwithstanding, in the synagogue, looking back along many thousand years to an ancestry, beside which that of our peers and princes is but of yesterday, regarding justly, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, as their great progenitors, and pressing forward, on the wings of faith and hope and promise, to a long expected day when they, now kings and princes in disguise, shall become so indeed, by a manifestation the most glorious, and a dispensation the most sublime. The people are a perpetual miracle-a living echo of Heaven's holy tones, prolonged from generation to generation.-Frazer's Magazine.
Watchman! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are-
Traveler! o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star!-
Watchman! does its beautious [beauteous] ray
Aught [Ought] of hope or joy foretell?-
Traveler! yes; it brings the day-
Promis'd day of Israel.
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