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is supposed to have been at this period in the solemnity, that our Lord, on the last day, the great day of the feast, stood and cried, saying, "If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink," &c. John vii. 37, 38.

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(1) With a reverent hand. It is said that, at the moment of pouring out the water, the people cried out to the priest, "Hold up your hand;" the reason of which was, that on a certain time there was one who poured it upon his feet; upon which the people pelted him with the pomecitrons which they carried in their hands during this festival, and in the disturbance a horn of the altar was broken. (m) " Beauty be to thee, O altar! beauty be to thee, O altar!" was the exclamation of the people, as they retired through the gates nearest to the altar.

(n) Exodus xvii. 6. It is said, by some, that the unusual rejoi cings which attended this festival were connected with the expecta tion of the Messiah's coming. "The Jews acknowledge," says Lightfoot, "that their latter Redeemer is to procure water for them, as their former redeemer, Moses, had done." Beausobre says, "The days of the Messiah were styled by the Jews the Feast of Tabernacles."

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(0) "Dancing, music, and feasting were the accompaniments of this festival, together with such brilliant illuminations as lighted the whole city of Jerusalem."- HORNE. It was a proverb among the Jews, "He that never saw the rejoicing of the pouring out of water, never saw rejoicing in his life." It has not seemed necessary, however, to adhere strictly to the accounts we have received of the manner in which the festival was closed. Those who would make the comparison may be pleased to see the following passage from Lightfoot, the latter portion of which is translated from a rabbinical author.

"Towards night, they began the rejoicing for the pouring out or drawing of the water, which mirth they continued far in the night, every night of the feast.

"The manner was thus: —

"They went into the court of the women, and there the women placed themselves upon balconies round about the court, and the men stood upon the ground. There were four candlesticks (or

beacons, rather, I might call them) of an exceeding great bigness, and mounted on an exceeding great height, overtopping and overlooking the walls of the court and of the mountain of the house, at a great elevation; by every candlestick were four ladders set, by which four of the younger priests went up, having bottles in their hands, that contained a hundred and twenty logs, which they emptied into every cup. Of the rags of the garments and girdles of the priests they made wicks to light those lamps; and there was not a street throughout all Jerusalem that did not shine with that light.

When קרא גבר.

"The religious and devout danced before them, having lighted torches in their hands, and sang songs and doxologies. The Levites, with harps, psalteries, cymbals, and other instruments of music without number, stood upon those fifteen steps, by which they went down from the court of the women, according to the fifteen psalms of degrees, and sang. Two priests also stood in the upper gate, which goes down from the Court of Israel to the Court of the Women, with two trumpets in their hands. the cock crew, [or the president gave his signal,] the trumpets sounded; when they came to the tenth step, they sounded again; when they came to the court, they sounded; when they came to the pavement, they sounded; and so went on sounding the trumpets, till they came to the east gate of the court. When they came thither, they turned their faces from the east to west, and said, Our fathers in this place, turning their backs upon the Temple, and their faces toward the east, worshipped the sun; but we turn our faces to God," &c.

"The rabbins have a tradition. Some of them, while they were dancing, said, Blessed be our youth, for that they have not made our old men ashamed.

These were אילו חסדים ואנשי מעשה.

And some said, Blessed

the religious, and men of good works. be our old men, that have made atonement for our youth. And both one and the other said, Blessed be he who hath not sinned; and he who hath, let it be forgiven him.” — LIGHTFOOT's Works, IX. 105; XII. 300.

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(p) Psalm cxxi. 5–8. "The Lord is thy keeper; the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee

by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil; he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in, from this time forth, and even forevermore."

(q) Numbers vi. 23-26. "Speak unto Aaron, and unto his sons, saying, On this wise ye shall bless the children of Israel, saying unto them, The Lord bless thee, and keep thee. The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee. The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace."

STANZAS,

ADDITIONAL TO MRS. HEMANS'S "BIRD'S RELEASE."

February, 1827.

AND thou art happier now

In the free, wide fields of the boundless air,
With thy wing on the wind, and thy thought without care,
And thy home on the forest bough.

Even so with the lost and dear;

She is soaring in regions of light above;

She's at home with the blessed in their bowers of love; And who would recall her here?

LINES TO W. R. G. BATES.

WILLIAM RUFUS GRAY BATES, son of Joshua Bates, Esq., of the house of Baring, Brothers, & Co., London, was born in Boston, July 2, 1815. When three years old, he accompanied his mother to France, where his father was then residing. This poem was written on the occasion of his embarking.

Lo! how impatiently upon the tide
The proud ship tosses, eager to be free!
Her flag streams wildly, and her fluttering sails
Pant to be on their flight. A few hours more,
And she will move in stately grandeur on,
Cleaving her path majestic through the flood,
As if she were a goddess of the deep.
O, 'tis a thought sublime, that man can force
A path upon the waste, can find a way
Where all is trackless, and compel the winds-
Those freest agents of almighty power-

To lend their untamed wings, and bear him on
To distant climes. Thou, William, still art young,
And dost not see the wonder. Thou wilt tread
The buoyant deck, and look upon the flood,
Unconscious of the high sublimity,

As 'twere a common thing-thy soul unawed,
Thy childish sports unchecked; while thinking man
Shrinks back into himself, - himself so mean

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