So We have left our homes behind, And We have belted on the sword, And We in solemn league have joined, Yea! covenanted with the Lord, Never to seek those homes again, Never to give the sword its sheath, Until our rights of faith remain Unfettered as the air we breathe! VIII. O Thou, who rulest above the sky, Begirt about with starry thrones, Cast from the Heaven of Heavens thine eye Down on our wives and little ones-- From Hallelujahs surging round, Oh! for a moment turn thine ear, The widow prostrate on the ground, The famished orphan's cries to hear! IX. And Thou wilt hear! it cannot be, That Thou wilt list the raven's brood, When from their nest they scream to Thee, And in due season send them food; It cannot be that Thou wilt weave The lily such superb array, And yet unfed, unsheltered, leave Thy children--as if less than they! X. We have no hearths--the ashes lie In blackness where they brightly shone; We have no homes--the desert sky Our covering, earth our couch alone: We have no heritage--depriven Of these, we ask not such on earth; Our hearts are sealed; we seek in heaven, For heritage, and home, and hearth! XI. O Salem, city of the saint, And holy men made perfect! We Pant for thy gates, our spirits faint Thy glorious golden streets to see;-- To mark the rapture that inspires The ransomed, and redeemed by grace; To listen to the seraphs' lyres, And meet the angels face to face! XII. Father in Heaven! we turn not back, Though briers and thorns choke up the path; Rather the tortures of the rack, Than tread the winepress of Thy wrath. Let thunders crash, let torrents shower, Let whirlwinds churn the howling sea, What is the turmoil of an hour, To an eternal calm with Thee? THE CARLISTS IN CATALONIA. The debates in the Cortes, and the increasing development of the civil war in Catalonia, have again called attention to the affairs of Spain. Three months ago we glanced at the state of that country, briefly and broadly sketching its political history since the royal marriages. The quarter of a year that has since elapsed has been a busy one in Spain. Two things have been clearly proved: first, that the Carlist insurrection is a very different affair from the paltry gathering of banditti, as which the Moderados and their newspapers so long persisted in depicting it; and, secondly, that the Madrid government are heartily repentant of their unceremonious dismissal of a British ambassador. Christina and her Camarilla scarcely know which most deeply to deplore--the intrusion of Cabrera or the expulsion of Bulwer.