country; I would I could make other dogs in Europe eat of it.' "With these words, he gave the poor animal a piece of flesh, on which he had just dropped some liquor from a vial, which he concealed carefully in his coat. As soon as the dog eat it, it turned round several times as if attacked by a vertigo, and fell dead. "Zamor! poisoner!' "At this exclamation, the frightened negro turned round, and Mary-Julia seized him by the arm. "Ah! is it you, madame,' said the black and his countenance resumed its old expression of stupid apathy. "Listen, negro,' said the queen; 'is there any one near us? "No one,' said he, but you and I, and the spirit of old Zanetta, which speaks to me alone.' "But, remember, the doctor watches over it. Are your poisons sure: the one you have now on you?' "The serpents in my country can glide little earth the body of the dog; and the unperceived into the cradles of children.' queen, when she returned to the palace, was calm and collected. Tell the king,' said she, addressing the messenger who had brought the news, that I thank him for aequainting me thus promptly with the birth of his son; the heart of a mother can easily "Yes; before I go 1 will try them on comprehend the joy he feels on this occasion; for the infant, I can only join my prayers for “Farewell: have you confidence in your its prosperity, with those of the rest of "It leaves traces. "You know of others?' Brown.' Or this author but little is known. He was a native of Essex, and a member of Gray's “Zamor, who gave thee this skill in poi-Inn. Both himself and his brother Anthony enjoyed a considerable poetical reputation, soning?' "Zanetta, my mother.' "Thy mother? "You know it well enough; for it was she who made the poison which you gave to Christian.' "She told thee? "'Yes.' "And you said nothing?' "You have done me no evil; the spirit of old Zanetta, that talks to me of nights, told me that you would have saved her from death.' "Mary-Julia trembled on finding herself thus confronted with a man whose mind was as dark and impenetrable as her own, and in thinking that a harsh word, a correction merited or unjust, would have served to unbind a tongue which chance and superstition had kept mute for fifteen years. With the same rapidity with which she conceived the project of a terrible crime, she saw the policy of making him its executor, and of assuring his silence for the past, by implicating him in the present project. "What is the name, Zamor, of the man who has offended you?' "Brown.' "Brown was an old servant of the queen's, the only one, perhaps, who preserved for her any attachment, the only one whom she did not treat harshly. "What do you wish of me, Brown's dismissal, or his death?' "His death. And you-what do you wish of me?' "That you should resume the work of Zanetta.' "Not on the king, madame; the spirits forbid it, he has been saved once.' and were the intimate friends of George Gascoigne, in conjunction with whom Francis Kinwelmersh translated the "Jocasta" of Euripides. The following verses are from "The Paradise of Dainty Devices." ALL THINGS ARE VAIN. Although the purple morning brags in brightness of the sun, As though he had of chased night a glorious conquest won, The time by day gives place again to force of drowsy night, And every creature is constrained to change his lusty plight: Of pleasures all that here we taste We feel the contrary at last. In spring, though pleasant Zephyrus hath the fruitful earth inspired, And nature hath each bush, each branch, with blossoms brave attired, Yet fruits and flowers, as buds and blooms, full quickly withered be, When stormy winter comes to kill the summer's jollity: By times are got, by times are lost, All things wherein we pleasure most. Although the seas so calmly glide that dangerous none appear, Then trust to that which aye remains, the bliss of heaven above, ORIGIAL PAPERS. CARRIAGE PEOPLE. GENTLE reader, has it ever been thy fate to "No, no, not on the king; the son be present on one of the occasions when against the son.' some worthy friend with limited income "And she read to him the last words of giveth a feed to those magnates of his conStruensee's letter. nexion, who do him the infinite honour of "You will go to-morrow to Copen- drinking his wine and abusing the same? In hagen ?' With you?' "Alone.' "Good, I shall be the less suspected.* "You will get near the king and the queen.' short, hast thou ever been present at a party got up expressly for acquaintances who enjoy the distinction of "carriage people." By this description, I must be understood not to mean those persons who, having been born to the rank in life which they still occupy, look upon a carriage as a thing of course, but the fussey gentleman (with his fussey wife, his clever sons, or accomplished girls,") whom his friends have traced through all the mutations of grub, chrysalis, and butterfly; that is to say, from his legs to a one-horse chaise, from a onehorse chaise to "the carriage." If such enjoyment has never been thy lot, pause, while I recount to thee some few passages of an entertainment given by Mr. and Mrs. Grimthorpe, of the Clapham road. At half-past six the suburban drawingroom was pretty well filled with company, such as is usually met with at the "feeds” "Why, my dear," said Cheesewright, looking like one who of the middle classes. There were Mr. and | sionally averting the necessity of a trip to Mrs. Fuggleton, fat and cheerful; Fuggleton, St. Omer. Being avowedly too poor to junior, who was a stockbroker, newly in marry, he was looked upon by Miss Cheesebusiness on his own account; George Mer-wright as a very safe, pleasing, and exem-Did good by stealth, and blushed to find it ton, a young artist, pale, quiet, and intel- plary friend. lectual; one or two professional men, some gentlemen "in the customs," &c. &c. fame; "Certainly, that must be distinctly understood-they've brought it all upon themselves. I dare say the man drinks." "Most probably," said Harrington, sipping his claret. By-the-bye, talking of unpleasant affairs, I was distressed beyond measure, a few days back, at hearing that the wife of my friend, Captain Thornton, had been so impatient for promotion as to elope with the colonel's wife.' To proceed. In the summer of 1833, of " 'you know, as the woman had been brought course, the conversation turned upon fancy up like a lady, and we had known her so The party was getting flat,-Mrs. Grim- fairs; and the party were informed how a long, I didn't wish to hurt her feelings; so I thorpe uneasy. The discussions on the weather fair had taken place on the preceding day certainly did send her a sovereign by the would have filled an almanack; the ladies" for the benefit of the distressed Esqui- footman, and told her she mus'nt expect I had told all the gentlemen's fortunes, by maux ;" and how Maria Cheesewright had could do anything more for her.” means of a pretty toy from the Pantechnicon; a stall, and how she had sold more than any and a "horrid pause" had occurred more other young lady in the room; and how the than once, during which sundry whispers other young ladies were annoyed; and how about "the Cheesewrights" had passed all was done on account of charity; and between Mr. and Mrs. G. At length the how Frederick Berkeley bought of Maria; door was opened with a jerk, by Saunders, and what delightful things he said: and so forth. the gentleman-in-waiting, (a porter in some "Do you give much time to drawing?" city warehouse, who, having time in the inquired Merton of Miss Maria. evening, conveyed messages, beat carpets, and "attended dinner-parties, on reasonable terms:" and Saunders, when he was dressed, really looked very nice.) The door, as I have said, was opened by the agency of Saunders, and the names of Mr. and Mrs. Cheesewright, the Misses Cheesewright, and Mr. Augustus Harrington, sounded in the rejoicing ears of the drawing-room expectants, who were immediately gratified by the bodily presence of the persons announced. “Oh, yes; I am dotingly fond of it: and when we are at the sea-side, I go out sketching almost every day.” "I know of nothing more delightful than such excursions," said Merton, "either alone, or with a friend, to sit down in some quiet spot, on a calm sunlight evening, and endeavour to catch the glorious hues of the scene around you; it is in such moments you are apt to exclaim—” "Is it possible !" exclaimed the Cheesewrights in one breath. "They seemed so happy," said Miss Cheesewright. "Such an excellent husband," continued Maria. "I suppose he was in the wrong," inserted Mrs. C. "I wonder whether the Coopers go to "There were faults on both sides," conLet us get over the bustle of the procession Brighton next week, mama?" inquired|jectured Mr. C. to the dining-room; Mr. Cheesewright hav-Miss Cheesewright, who had no wish, as she "No doubt of it," answered Harrington; ing, like "the gracious Duncan," handed afterwards told Harrington, "to be bored" but I do know that he was devotedly athis fair hostess to the table, Mrs. Cheese- about nature, and all that." tached to her." wright having received every possible atten- Why, y, yes, my dear; I believe they will tion, and Augustus Harrington having inter-go sooner than was expected. They've been posed, with a smile which seemed to be understood, to protect Miss Cheesewright from the civilities of Fuggleton, junior, who had lost no time in doing the attentive to "the carriage people." During the dinner arrangements, let us find time for the following particulars. children; and so she fancied she loved him, "Did he follow them ?" inquired Maria. "Why no-there was scarcely a probability of his overtaking them; and, as he had been betting largely ou Mazeppa, he was obliged to start next morning for Newmarket. Poor fellow, I saw him off; tried to conceal his agitation: 'clever mare that,' said he, pointing to one of the leaders; but it wouldn't do, and, giving way to his feelings, he shook my hand while he was preparing to mount the box. Yes,' said he, Harrington, I know what you would say: she has left me. While we were together I was enormously happy, but now, now Harrington, my rooftree is shivered, my household gods thrown down, and I-I am a desolate, an abandoned man.' "And she must have been an abandoned woman,' ," said the young stockbroker; who was considered clever in 'the house.' terribly unsettled by a most unpleasant occurrence. You remember the young person who acted as companion to the ladies; she was distantly related, I believe, to the family. Well, she left them a short time since, and married a man without a farthing in the world. It's a fact, I assure you. The The early days of Mr. Cheesewright had Coopers did all they could to open her eyes, been passed in a smoky counting-house in for she was tolerably clever, and very useful Upper Thames Street, but having retired to them; but the foolish girl had known the from business several years ago, he had en-man, as she said, when they were both deavoured to work himself into the belief that he had become the fashionable father of a very fashionable family; and the "city" was a forbidden word. He was a man of "liberal principles;" and, during the excitement attendant on the passing of the Reform Bill, had signalized his political opinions by acting as chairman of a meeting in his own parish, and voting for the aboli-maux charity. tion of the hereditary peerage. Some of "Certainly not," resumed her mama. his friends found a difficulty in reconciling" Well, Mrs. Cooper, who is the kindest After this the conversation was resumed this conduct with the known fact, that, hav- soul on earth, offered to receive her back in its former strain; Mr. Cheesewright ocing once received a note from some lord, again, if she would only consent to leave the casionally condescending to ask questions who "presented his compliments to Mr. man; and, would you credit it, she abso-without troubling himself to wait for the Cheesewright," the said note had been lutely refused to do so !" reply. He talked to Merton for a momentcarefully preserved amongst his most valued "Absurd in the extreme," lisped Harring-understood he was a painter and a man of papers, and the Misses Cheesewright were ton, picking his teeth with a quill. talent-complimented him thereon, and heard not unfrequently to allude to that "I've no patience with such people," "wondered how all the painters managed to business about which papa received a note exclaimed Maria. live." The Misses Cheesewright's chat, infrom Lord.” tended for the enlightenment of the ladies of the Clapham-road, continued until the arrival of several "refreshers," consisting of about half-a-dozen promising young men, and the usual quantity of lively girls. This mixture of rare spirits scarcely harmonized with the "She'd no right to expect anything else," said the lady who had officiated at the Esqui "After this, of course, Mrs. Cooper gave Augustus Harrington was the third son of her up; and, to finish the matter, a few a baronet, and a person of some style. He days since we received a letter from the was attentive to the young ladies, and had hussey, asking Mr. Cheesewright for relief. his reward in the shape of several loans from I believe he was foolish enough to attend to their ambitious parent; such loans occa-it; he's always being imposed upon.” The joke didn't take; and the wit of Shorter's-court looked as if he could have shrunk into a walnut-shell. style of the Cheesewrights; and in a short the very drawing-room door. Their fears, time the gaiety of a quadrille was inter- however, were at last quieted by the disaprupted by the announcement of the carriage. pearance of the Cheesewrights, amidst the At first only a whisper, but, as it increased in usual fuss attendant upon the Exodus of loudness, and the effect was aided by the great people. white stockings of the pale footman being occasionally visible, some of the party entertained the opinion that an ineffectual attempt would be made to drive the carriage up to After this, to use the language of the Morning Post, " dancing was resumed with great spirit, and the company separated at a late hour." THE DEVIL'S WAGER. S. It was the hour of the night when there be him the barbed point thereof; whereat the none stirring save churchyard ghosts-when poor soul, Sir Rollo, would groan and roar all doors are closed except the gates of lustily. graves, and all eyes shut but the eyes of wicked men. When there is no sound on the earth except the ticking of the grasshopper, or the croaking of obscene frogs in the poole. And no light except that of the blinking starres, and the wicked and devilish wills'-o'the-wisp, as they gambol among the marshes, and lead good men astraye. When there is nothing moving in heaven except the owle, as he flappeth along lazily; or the magician, as he rides on his infernal broomsticke, whistling through the aire like the arrowes of a Yorkshire archere. It was at this houre, (namely, at twelve o'clock of the night,) that two beings went winging through the black clouds, and holding converse with each other. Now the first was Mercurius, the messenger, not of gods, (as the heathens feigned,) but of the devil; and the second, with whom he held company, was the soul of Sir Roger de Rollo, lord of the manors of Bicton, Wigton, and Sowerby; earle of Ottery, and baron of Bumstead, in the county of Devon. And Mercurius, in order to keep fast the soul, his companion, had bound him round the neck with his tail; which, when the soul was stubborn, he would draw so tight as to strangle him well nigh, sticking in to Now they two had come together from the gates of purgatorie, being bound to those regions of fire and flame where poor sinners fry and roast in sæcula sæculorum. "It is hard," said the poor Sir Rollo, as they went gliding through the clouds, "that I should thus be condemned for ever, and all for want of a single ave." "How, Sir Soul," said the dæmon, "you were on earth so wicked, that not one, or a million of aves, could suffice to keep from hell-flame a creature like thee; but, cheer up and be merry; thou wilt be but a subject of our lord the Devil, as am I; and perhaps thou wilt be advanced to posts of honour, as am I also:" and to shew his authoritie, he lashed with his tail the ribbes of the wretched Rollo. "Nevertheless, sinner as I am, one more ave would have saved me; for my sister, who was abbess of St. Mary Ottery, did so prevail, by her prayer and good works, for my lost and wretched soul, that every day I felt the pains of purgatory decrease; the pitchforks which, on my first entry, had never ceased to vex and torment my poor carcass, were now not applied above once a week; the roasting had ceased, the boiling had discontinued; ouly a certain warmth was kept up, to remind me of my situation." "A gentle stewe," said the dæmon. "Yes, truly, I was but in a stew, and all from the effects of the prayers of my blessed sister. But yesterday, he who watched me in purgatory told me that yet another prayer from my sister, and my bonds should be unloosed, and I, who am now a devil, should have been a blessed angel." "And the other ave?" said the dæmon. "She died, sir-my sister died--death choked her in the middle of the prayer." And hereat the wretched spirit began to weepe and whine piteously; his salt tears falling over his beard, and scalding the tail of Mercurius the devil. "It is, in truth, a hard case," said the dæmon; "but I know of no remedy save patience, and for that you will have an excellent opportunity in your lodgings below." "But I have relations," said the earl; "my kinsman Randall, who has inherited my lands, will he not say a prayer for his uncle?" "Thou did'st hate and oppress him when living." "It is true; but an ave is not much; his sister, my niece, Matilda-" "You shut her in a convent, and hanged her lover." "Had I not reason? besides, has she not others?" "A dozen, without doubt." "And my brother, the prior?" "A liege subject of my lord the devil; he never opens his mouth except to utter an oath, or to swallow a cup of wine." "And yet, if but one of these would but say an ave for me, I should be saved." "Aves with them are raræ aves," replied Mercurius waggishly; and, what is more, I will lay thee any wager that not one of these will say a prayer to save thee." "I would wager willingly," responded he of Bicton, "but what has a poor soul like me to stake?" "Every evening, after the day's roasting, my Lord Satan giveth a cup of cold water to his servants; I will bet thee thy water for a year, that none of the three will pray for thee." I "Done!" said Rollo. "Done!" said the dæmon; "and here, if mistake not, is thy castle of Bicton." Indeed, it was true. The soul, on looking down, perceived the tall towers, the courts, the stables, and the fair gardens of Bicton Castle. Although it was past midnight, there was a blaze of light in the banquetting-hall, and a lamp burning in the open window of the Lady Matilda. "With whom shall we begin?" said the dæmon, " with the baron or the lady?" "With the lady, if you will." "Be it so; her window is open, let us enter." So they descended, and entered silently into Matilda's chamber. The young lady's eyes were fixed so intently on a little clock, that it was no wonder that she did not perceive the entrance of her two visitors. Her fair cheek rested on her white arm, and her white arm on the cushion of a great chair, in which she sat, pleasantly my soul, this is too bad:" and he thought of At this the soul of the baron was wroth. "The jade is at her old pranks," said he to the devil; and then, addressing Matilda: "I pray thee, sweet niece, turn thy thoughts for a moment from that villanous page, Edward, and give them thine affectionate uncle." When she heard the voice, and saw the awful apparition of her uncle, (for a year's sojourn in purgatory had not increased the comeliness of his appearance,) she started, screamed, and of course fainted. But the devil Mercurius soon restored her to herself. "What's o'clock?" said she, as soon as she had recovered from her fit : "is he come?" snears and sarcasms have no effect on me. Mr. Dilke is as good a gentleman as you any day; and am likewise a litterary man, as Mr. But she only thought of him who stood J. can see, if you look at my Athenæum. singing at her window. You may surculate your base and willanons "Niece Matilda !" cried Sir Roger, ago-reports, Mr. Dilke will surculate his paper, nizedly, "wilt thou listen to the lies of an which is as much better in quallaty as it is impudent page, whilst thine uncle is waiting inferior in prise, and that is twice as much. but a dozen words to make him happy?" At this Matilda grew angry: "Edward is neither impudent or a liar, Şir Uncle, and I will listen to the end of the song." "Come away," said Mercurius," he hath yet got wield, field, sealed, congealed, and a dozen other rhymes beside; and after the song will come the supper." So the poor soul was obliged to go; while the lady listened, and the page sung away till morning. (To be continued.) AWFUL BUSINESS-SUICIDE OF MR. DILKE. "Mr. Galt, Mr. Cuningham, Mr. Hood, has rot for my paper, and knows what I says is trew; and I am, sir, "Your immortal ennimy, CHARLES AUGUSTUS FREDERICK DILKE." Here the hand became indistinct; the charcoal had begun to operate: there were stains of tears on the paper, and a few drops of porter scattered here and there. It is not known at what time this gentle spirit fled; but, immediately that the occurrence was made known, the same accomplished gentleman who wrote the epitaph on Kean, in May last, produced the following for Mr. THE following appeared in the Literary Dilke. "Not thy lover, Maude, but thine uncle, the aid of her missal. At the commencement of her devotions the dæmon retired, and carried with him the anxious soul of poor Sir Roger de Rollo. The lady knelt down-she sighed deeply; she looked again at the clock, and began"Ave Maria." When a lute was heard under the window, and a sweet voice singing "Hark!" said Matilda. Now the toils of day are over, And the sun bath sunk to rest, Seeking, like a fiery lover, The bosom of the blushing WestThe faithful night keeps watch and ward, Raising the moon, her silver shield, And summoning the stars, to guard The slumbers of my fair Mathilde! "For mercy's sake!" said Sir Rollo, "the ave first, and next the song." So Matilda again dutifully betook her to her devotions, and began "Ave Maria, Gratiâ Plena!" but the music began again, and the prayer ceased of course. The faithful night! now all things lie And humbly chaunt mine evening hymn. : This savage sarcasm has succeeded but too well the effect of it on the gentle and susceptible Mr. Dilke has been fatal! kill. "Dilke is dead! "What, what is life? There was a time when the announcement that the Athenæum was reduced to four-pence spoke trumpettongued to the hearts of thousands-'Twas forgotten by all but the assassin, and he remembered it too well! The best heart in Christendom, the best writer in his own transcendant paper, the best paymaster, the best dinner-giver, is cold-cold in his grave! But, for the slanderer who barbed the arrow, the assassin who poisoned the shaft What shall be the traitor's guerdon? Mr. Jerdan should reflect before he utters THE FIRE OF LONDON 1666, AND THE such murderous sneers as these. Donkeys PLAGUE OF THE PRreceding Year.—William, cannot leap on people's laps like pug-dogs: first Earl of Craven, a nobleman well rememthe lion who wished to give the mouse a gen-bered for his devotion to Elizabeth of Bohetle pressure of the paw, smothered and anni-mia, found means, although divested of his hilated the unhappy animal. So Jerdau employments, to be of service to the public who only intended to cut, has managed to in a way peculiar to himself. He had a singular predilection to attend at conflagrations; On Sunday, at breakfast, Mr. Dilke, who whether he was present at the destruction had been reading the Literary Gazette, sud-of his own mansion does not appear; and denly upset the tea-urn, and fell on the floor it is said, he had a horse always ready for in a fainting fit. As soon as he was restored mounting the moment he received the news to animation he intimated to his house-of a house on fire; hence it became a saying keeper that the above paragraph in the L. G. that "his horse smelt fire." In this purhad caused his illness. The unhappy gentle-suit he was not only to the last degree acman drooped all day: at dinner he only ate a tive, but eminently useful in the great calaturkey-pullet and a beef-steak pudding; and, mity of 1666: so, too, had he been the year on retiring to rest for the night, took with preceding, in the awful visitation of the him to his chamber a pot of porter and one plague, when the charity of his heart led him personally to the aid of the drooping Mrs. Dilke (who was on an excursion to population; for undismayed by the contatake the waters at Bagnigge Wells) was un-gion, he never left London while it prevailed; happily not present, to prevent the awful catastrophe which ensued. In the morning, on entering his chamber, the unfortunate gentlemau was found asphyxié. On his table was the following letter to Mr. Jerdan: of charcoal. and, furthermore, granted ground, now covered by Carnaby market, for the interment of its victims; which, on falling into the hands of the builder, was exchanged for a field on his estate at Paddington, still, "Mr. Dilke presents his compliments to nominally at least, subject to the original Mr. Jerdan, and begs to inform you that his purpose.-Sharpe's Peerage. ORIGINAL POETRY. ELOUI. HER brow was like th' aerial bow of eve, That might have won a mercy from on high. Along the verdant vale when she was there; The birds would sing more sweetly if they knew That she (their lovely queen) was singing too; And oft'times would they cease to hear her voice, There was such soothing sweetness in its tone, That Pity would have thought it was her own, It seemed to make the very winds rejoice. MORNING. THE sun is on the bosom of the deep, And now they hurry up in eager crowds With joyful haste they dash away the dew, FINE ARTS. Illustrations of Modern Sculpture. No. III. Relf. THE engravings in this series, which, we confess, had hitherto escaped our notice, are Carew's Arethusa, Flaxman's Michael and Satan, and Canova's Venus. They are executed in a first-rate style of art. We own that we do not participate in the opinion of the critic who thinks that Flaxman has surpassed Raphael; far slighter praise would, we think, be quite sufficient for the work. Canova's Venus is not the Venus-it is not "The statue that enchants the world;" but it is a fine composition nevertheless. It is not a divinity, like the Medicean Venus, but it is a handsome woman coming out of a bath; and that is a thing not to be despised. Carew's Arethusa is, perhaps, the finest work of the three; but he has not succeeded in giving his heroine a handsome face. She is a very plain young lady indeed; but the figure is fine, and the disposition of the dra pery graceful. The greyhound with her is No more his glance shall reach the golden an admirable piece of sculpture. doors, In the lost fields that he has left behind- Never shall pity meet his burning glance again. Look up and read the sign!' afar, afar, His anguished gaze has caught the morning Beyond the brightness of the angel's eye, star, Serenely shining in the tranquil sky. But oh! his dark'ned vision, faint and high, That well-known orb is but a point of light, And one by one the farther meteors die, And shut the gates of heaven from his sight. He knows the wound immortal and the rayless night. Whose glory is not of the moon nor sun,* Nor footsteps tread along the jasper floors,† Through which the pure and crystal waters run; The deed against the nameless one is done, § Who rides the white horse through the throne of heaven, The Musical Cyclopædia; being a Collection of the most approved English, Scottish, and Irish Songs, with appropriate Music. London: Allen Bell and Co.; Simpkin and Marshall. THIS is the first part of a work to be published periodically, and promises well. It is to form a complete collection of our best songs, which is a desideratum. It is to contain also a treatise on the principles of music, which, judging from the specimen in the present number, will be executed with clearness and ability. The work is very cheap, promises to be very useful, and we wish it success. The Lay. The Poetry by C. V. Incledon ; the Music by T. H. Severn. Mr. Incledon (son, we believe, of the celebrated vocalist,) writes very graceful and agreeable verses. Mr. Severn's music displays great beauty, originality, and musical skill. We hope the work will become popular. Lady of Beauty. Serenade for Three The Voices. By H. Giffin. A, Brown, A most pleasing and effective glee: the harthat to the allegro is very spirited. is graceful and flowing; the change from mony extremely good. The first movement voices harmonize delightfully. It must become a favourite, being one of the best modern compositions of the kind we have met with. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it, for the glory of God did lighten it.-Rev. xxi. ↑ And her light (the city's) was like unto a stone most precious, even to a jasper stone. Rev. xxi. And on either side of the river was the tree of life · and its leaves And he shewed me a pure river of water were for the healing of the nations.-Rev. of life, clear as crystal.—Rev, xvii. xxii. § Rev. xix. |