In his hand The rod which blasted, with strange plagues, the realm Of Mizraim, and from its time-worn channels Upturned the Arabian Sea. Fair was his broad High front, and forth from his soul-piercing eye, Did legislation look. _Hillhouse._ On the Mount Of Sinai, whose foundations shook, whose top Was lost in smoke and fire, while seraphim At distance gazed, full forty days and nights, Guest of terrestrial mould, did he sojourn Within the dread pavilion, and the veil Of cloud and tempest; there as face to face, In visions of beatitude rejoiced Past utterance, till his countenance imbibed Transcendent splendours. _Charles Hoyle._ _Moses_, the patriot fierce, became The meekest man on earth, To show us how love’s quickening flame Can give our souls new birth. _Moses_, the man of meekest heart, Lost Canaan by self-will, To show, where Grace has done its part, How sin defiles us still. _Lyra Apostolica._ Sweet was the journey to the sky The holy prophet tried; “Climb up the mount,” said God, “and die”-- The prophet climbed, and died. Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his Maker’s breast; His Maker soothed his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest. In God’s own arms he left the breath That God’s own Spirit gave; His was the noblest road to death, And his the sweetest grave. _Watts._ God made his grave, to men unknown, Where Moab’s rocks a vale infold; And laid the aged seer alone, To slumber while the world grows old. Thus still, where’er the good and just Close the dim eye on life and pain, Heaven watches o’er their sleeping dust, Till the pure spirit comes again. _W. C. Bryant._ MOTHER. He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful _mother_ of children. Praise ye the Lord.--Psalm cxiii. 9. Despise not thy _mother_ when she is old.--Proverbs, xxiii. 22. Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his _mother_, and his _mother’s_ sister, Mary the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus therefore saw his _mother_, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his _mother_, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy _mother_! And from that hour that disciple took her into his own home.--John, xix. 25, 26, 27.