When the strength Of the spent storm of fury died away, And the ghast ministers of wrath drew off Their fearful hosts from that grim battle-field— The holy Patriarch, who had sought by prayer To turn aside the vengeance, stretched his view Across the plains of Jordan; but no walls Gleamed in the early sunshine; no fair flocks Studded the bleak, swart slopes; no waving trees Bent to the morning wind. Destruction swooped, Like a fierce raven screaming o’er its prey, Above the desert-waste: the seething smoke Hung, pall-like, round the ruins: and he bowed His head in sad yet meek submissiveness Before the righteous judgments of his God. * * * * * EMINENT YOUNG MEN.—NO. I. BENJAMIN H. BREWSTER In our last number we proposed to give a short biographical sketch of Benjamin Harris Brewster, as the first of a series of rapid portraits of such eminent young men as chance and association have made us intimate with, that we might thereby incite in the minds of some of the young men amongst our readers a laudable ambition to excel, and arouse that latent energy of character which is the foundation of all true personal greatness in America. Benjamin Harris Brewster is a lineal descendant on his father’s side of Elder William Brewster, whose name is embalmed in all true hearts as the intrepid ruling elder in that Band of Heroes and unbending worshipers of freedom of conscience, who landed from the Mayflower at Plymouth, in December 1620. The heroism of Brewster, Robinson and others of that immortal band of brave men and women, prior to their embarkation at Holland, are facts of history, and as familiar to every student as their subsequent trials and dauntless energy in braving them. Mr. Brewster’s family were originally from New Jersey. A descendant of Elder Brewster’s removed from Plymouth to New Jersey, and there Mr. B. H. Brewster, his great-grandson, was born. In his mother’s family a great-grandfather—a Duval, was a refugee Huguenot—“one of that handful of whom the world was not worthy, who without stain, without reproach, were crushed to the dust, were delivered up to the rack, the scourge, the dungeon, the stake, as if accursed of Heaven, until at last a weeping and bleeding remnant of them found their way to our land and poured into our veins the rich stream of Huguenot blood.” Thus from both sides of his house he inherits rich, old democratic blood. Puritan and Huguenot blood. Blood that an American may be proud of. His ancestors assisted in planting that holy seed of Liberty which has sprung into so mighty a tree, and under whose thick spreading branches the oppressed of all nations find shelter.