PL. XXIV.—“THE ROSE OF SHARON,” PUPIL ABOUT 1814 From a miniature painted by Dickinson Elizabeth Hannah Canfield, daughter of Judson Canfield and Mabel Ruggles, of Sharon, Conn. She married Frederick Augustus Tallmadge, son of Col. Benjamin Tallmadge. She was called “The Rose of Sharon” by the law students, from her beauty and her birthplace, her sister Julia receiving the title of “The Lily of the Valley,” from her fair skin and want of color. The two sons of Gov. Edward Telfair, of Georgia, who attended the law school, were in love with her,—Thomas and Alexander. The latter offered himself and was refused. He afterwards walked the twenty miles from Litchfield to Sharon only to gaze at the light in her window and walk back again. ] _Act II._ _Scene I._ (JEPHTHAH’S _house at Mizpeh_, ELIZABETH, TIRZAH _and several young women singing_). SONG. Guide our troops O great Jehovah Save this sinful, war worn land. We are weak; but thou art mighty, Save us by thy powerful hand. King of heaven, king of heaven Save us, and we ask no more. 2 Shield our fathers in the strife, Guard our brothers, we implore Give them victory, freedom, life Drive our foes far from this shore. King of heaven, king of heaven, Dry our tears, and hear our prayers. (_Enter_ MAHALAH _and_ BETHULAH.) MAHALAH. With anxious heart I mark each slow pac’d hour While Israel’s bands engage our numerous foes Should Jephthah fall our shield our last defense Our tribes must wear the galling yoke of slaves More fear’d than death, more gloomy than the grave. BETHULAH. Sister what words have pass’d thy lips unweigh’d Is Jephthah’s arm the only hope of Israel Wilt thou on him an arm of flesh rely When that great Being who controll’st the heavens Who exalts proud tyrants to afflict the earth Or driv’st them headlong from their envied greatness Who mak’st weak insects his commissioners To humble the power of strongest nations When this great Being is our covenant God Gave this fair Canaan to the seed of Jacob Drove out great nations for his chosen people Has said the sceptre shall not fail in Judah Till that great prince the Almighty Shiloh come. On him rely even in the darkest hour Whose word is sure, whose power is infinite And though dark clouds conceal his deep decrees His chast’ning rod is ever rais’d in mercy.