There’s a city fair, ’tis the saint’s sweet home, There they ne’er shall know night’s gathering gloom, With its gates of pearl, and its streets of gold, It shines in the glory of God untold, Over there in that sun-bright clime. A river of water gushes there Midst flowers of beauty strangely rare, And rich-plumed songsters flit through the bowers Of the tree of life on those golden shores, Over there in that sun-bright clime. Soon the ransomed host, all robed in white, Will reach those fields of pure delight, And pluck rich-fruit from the life-tree bowers Mid a thousand hues of those fadeless flowers, Over there in that sun-bright clime. Not far far away is that sun-bright clime, For now we are nearing the promised time When the Lord will come for his bride in white, Then we’ll bid adieu to those scenes of night, And go home to that sun-bright clime. LATIN TRANSLATIONS. [The following attempts at a translation of a couple of Psalms, and some of our beautiful Evangelical Hymns into Latin, will interest those who are acquainted with that noble old tongue; more especially if they are at all conversant with the Latin Hymnology and methods of versification of what are designated the _Middle Ages_.] PSALMUS XXIII. 1. Est Jehova Pastor meus, Meus Dominus et Deus,— Ego impotens et reus— Ergo non carebo. Suam ovem stabulatque, Prata graminosa datque. Rivis placidis lavatque, Illuc ducit, propinatque; Itaque valebo. 2. Animamque reportavit Meam, saepe recreavit; Me quaesivit et servavit, Optimus Curator. Vus rectis, praeparatis, Aequitati consecratis, Ducit Deus bonitatis, Propter suum nomen gratis, Ductor et Salvator. 3. Transeam caliginosa Loca, et calamitosa, Dura, dira, luctuosa, Hostes et obstantes; Non formido aerumnosa Mala, tetra, dolorosa; Gaudens fero lacrimosa, Inter Te amantes. Confidenter ibo Tecum; Nam Tu semper eris mecum; Tua virga, tuum pedum, Ample consolantes.