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frightful to behold.” One of these springs is a syphon spring, occupying about twelve minutes in its ebb and flow, disappearing three minutes, then gushing out in a volume sufficient " to drive several mills.” At the distance of a mile or two above, are various pools, varying in depth “from a few inches to four fathoms or more," and "supplied by some half-dozen springs of the purest and coldest water, bursting from rocky crevices, at various intervals.” “Richer land I have never seen than is much of this charming valley; capable, too, of being made yet richer by the guano of goats; many large mounds of which

-the accumulation of long ages—are here found. Several kinds of cattle were voraciously feeding on the rich herbage near the stream; and thousands of sheep and goats were seen approaching the stream, or resting at noonday in the shadow of the great rock composing the overhanging cliff, here and there. The cooing dove and the kharking raven, are here seen in strange affinity. And many birds of many kinds, from the chirping little sparrow, to the immense condorlooking vulture, were sweetly carolling, or swiftly flitting across the valley, or securely reposing upon its lofty cliffs ; and the most delicious perfume pervaded many spots in this beautiful little Eden. Rank grasses, luxurious reeds, tall weeds, and shrubbery and trees of various kinds, entirely conceal the stream from view in many places; forming around its pebbly little pools just such shady and picturesque alcoves and bowers, as classic poets picture out for the haunts of their naiads, sylphs, and fairies."

“This being the only accessible water for many miles, herds of gazelles, that graze on the neighboring hillsides, resort here in great numbers; and the dense forests of cane-brakes are the favorite resort of wild boars, which abound below.”

One of the wadys, within a mile and a half of this place, bears the name of Salim, Shalim, Saleim, &c.; but, without insisting on this coincidence, or detailing the author's course of argument, we accept his conclusions, and rest with him in an“ assured conviction that this is, indeed, no other than the Enon, near to Salim, where John was baptizing, because there was much water there.”

Dr. Barclay makes no pretensions to refined scholarship, a consideration which invites the indulgence of his readers for occasional defects in style and taste; but we must beg leave to enter an earnest protest against encumbering our noble language with such terms as “pio-traditional hands;" “ecce homo appeal;" “ in-hoc-signo-vince standard,”“ miracle multiplying," “ depuration, natatoria, chatogant talents,” &c. In a work of such beautiful mechanical execution, we notice also, with surprise, occasional citations of Greek, in English type,-a blemish which ought not to disfigure a work so scientific, and displaying such liberality, taste, and enterprise in its execution. The work is profusely embellished with engravings on wood, stone, and steel, with chromographic prints in the highest style of this beautiful art. The work, as a contribution to the department of Biblical Geography and History, is, like the Researches of Drs. Robinson and Smith, a noble result of American missions in Syria and Palestine, and as a treatise on the topography of the City of the Great King, the most thorough, minute, and satisfactory that has fallen under our notice.

There is a pleasure in giving a fixed position to a floating uncertain locality. Tired of such painful uncertainties and perpetual changes, we long for a settled location, where we may be at rest. With cordial satisfaction, therefore, we accompany our author as he proceeds to build anew the walls of Jerusalem ; to rear her bulwarks; to tell the towers thereof, and give to each gate, palace, and garden, to every street and public pool and fountain, its place in the general plan, until it stands out to view complete and entire, the City of the Great King as once it was, or may be supposed to have been. Possibly the plan, in some of its parts and proportions, may be ideal and unsubstantial, but the error, if such it be, is a pleasing illusion. Dissevered from vain superstition, it ministers to spiritual edification. In the absence, therefore, of more certain knowledge, let us abide in the error, until corrected by future researches.

We hail with peculiar satisfaction the appearance of this and kindred works on the History and Topography of the Holy Land, as working out together the result devoutly to be desired, of raising higher still the rising interest of the public in studies which shed such light on the Word of God, and give such reality, life, and power to its teachings. A journey through the lands of the Bible is more effective than a whole library of learned, dry commentaries to illustrate and enforce religious truth. Egypt is, with the traveller, as with the Israelites, the beginning of the dramatic scenes of their sacred history. The pyramids recede, and the desert begins, as he goes out upon it, together with them in their exodus. With them he stands beneath the awful brow of Sinai and views the land. Onward still in their footsteps he treads their weary way, until, on going up from the desert, the wilderness melts into the hill country of Judea, and Jerusalem forms the climax of the long ascent.

Here the scenes of the Gospel history succeed the Jewish, like as the Gospel itself follows the Law and the Prophets. The shifting scenery of Judea, Samaria, and Galilee, with Lebanon in the background, enliven and impress the several acts of the tragic drama of the Gospel. The actors themselves, in all this long, eventful, and impressive drama, have indeed passed away, but all else remains,—the amphitheatre, the stage, the scenery, the costume even, all remain. The heavens above, the earth beneath, the mountains round about, the hills, the valleys, the cheerful fountains, the silent, solemn lake, the sacred river in the background, and that dismal sea of death deep down in its dark abyss, all, all are the same, the very same, as when Moses beheld afar the prospect of that goodly land, or when, on the heights of the Royal City, David sung the songs of Zion, and holy men of God strung their harps to the wild and melancholy strains of prophetic denunciation. They are the same as when lived and died the Redeemer of men, the just for the unjust, that He might reconcile us unto God. Nothing gives such reality to his mysterious mission, nothing so illustrates and enforces the messages of his grace, as a familiar acquaintance with the scenes of his private life and public walks through Galilee, Samaria, and Judea. Here we learn of the Great Teacher when sitting in the house, when walking by the way, when rising up, and when lying down; when leaning on his breast he breathes into our heart his loving Spirit, we feel his quickening power to form our souls anew after his own image.

It was this living apprehension of religious truth, this sight and sense of all that is taught in the Word of God, that gave such unction to the ministrations of Arnold, the accomplished Christian scholar and preacher of the Rugby school.

“He appeared to me to be remarkable for realizing everything that we are told in the Scriptures. You know how frequently we can ourselves, and how frequently we hear others go prosing on, in a sort of religious cant or slang, without seeing, as it were, by that faculty, which all possess, of picturing to the mind, and acting as if we really saw things unseen, belonging to another world. Now he seemed to have the freshest view of our Lord's life and death of any man whom I ever knew. His rich mind filled up the outline,-it was to him the most interesting fact that has ever happened ; as real, as exciting as any recent event of modern history of which the real effects are visible. Such was the union of reverence and reality in his whole manner of treating the Sunday-school, which distinguished them from lessons merely secular.”

It is this we need in all our teachers, whether in the school, the college, the theological seminary, or pulpit. With their whole heart, and mind, and soul, transfused with this spirit and method of searching the Scriptures, all men take knowledge of them that they have been with Jesus, and learned of Him. The whole Word of God becomes instinct with life and power. The sinews and the flesh come up upon the dry bones of a dead orthodoxy. The breath from the four winds breathes upon them, and they live again; they stand up to view, in the symmetry, the beauty, and the energy of living forms divine. God's own Word becomes, to teacher and taught, a palpable reality, a great truth, armed with fresh power to enlighten, to convert, and to save the soul.


The Poetical Works of ALFRED TENNYSON, Poet Laureate,

etc. Complete in one volume. Boston. Ticknor and

Fields. The Poets and Poetry of England in the Nineteenth Century.

By Rufus W. GRISWOLD. Fourth Edition. Philadelphia. Henry Carey Baird.

In Mr. Griswold's attractive volume, The Poets and Poetry of England in the Nineteenth Century, there occurs the following critical estimate of ALFRED TENNYSON: “The peculiarities of his style have attracted attention, and his writings have enough intrinsic merit, probably, to secure him a permanent place in the third or fourth rank of contemporary English poets." We admire the caution of the critic. Unable to decide whether Mr. Tennyson should take position on the third or on the fourth form of the living aspirants for the laurel, he is yet not altogether indisposed to concede to the poet some peculiarities of style, and some intrinsic merit. But, whilst making the concession, he is evidently frightened, lest posterity should come to a different conclusion. Looking into the future, and imagining that he sees Mr. Tennyson on a lower form than either of the two where he, good-naturedly, had placed him, he hastens to assure the world that he does not positively settle anything. He begs it to be understood that the word probably is an essential part of the sentence, which embodies his critical decision. He summons all to note that, in making up his judgment, he has respect, not so much to what he, as others, thought of Mr. Tennyson's peculiar style and intrinsic merit. Quis risum teneat ?

Now we have not a particle of Mr. Griswold's caution. We place Mr. Tennyson, not in the third, nor in the second, nor in the first rank of contemporary English poets, but, boldly and at once, ahead of them all. We regard him, after Wordsworth,

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