Makes the dear children of his heart, his own Sweet home's affections and delights, pass through The fire of Moloch: Avarice at the shrine Of greedy Mammon, gluts his eyes with gold: Some to Renown bend low the obsequious knee, Praying to be eternized by a blast From her shrill trumpet: in the glittering halls Of sensual Pleasure some sing songs, and bind Their fair young brows with chaplets steeped in wine; Though soon the chaplets turn to chains, the wines To gall and wormwood, and the festal song To howls and hootings. High above these shrines The great arch-demon and parental Jove Of all the Pantheon, a god unknown But every where adored, omnipotent And omnipresent to the tribes of men, SELF, rears his temple. But the day shall come, When far and wide o'er the regenerate world, From each green vale and ancient hill, thy sons Duly to Thee shall bring their evening thanks And morning homage. Round each cheerful hearth, Or kneeling in the spreading door-tree's shade, Each human heart, brim-full of love and hope, And holy gratitude, shall send aloft A pure oblation, and the throbbing earth Be one great censer, breathing praise to Thee.' [5] This line is from one of GRIMKE'S polished and most scholar-like orations. THE LEGEND OF DON RODERICK.[6] BY THE AUTHOR OF THE SKETCH BOOK. [6] See 'Editor's Table' of the present number. When in the year of Redemption 701, WITIZIA was elected to the Gothic throne, his reign gave promise of happy days to Spain. He redressed grievances, moderated the tributes of his subjects, and conducted himself with mingled mildness and energy in the administration of the laws. In a little while, however, he threw off the mask and showed himself in his true nature, cruel and luxurious. Considering himself secure upon the throne, he gave the reins to his licentious passions, and soon by his tyranny and sensuality acquired the appellation of WITIZIA the Wicked. How rare is it to learn wisdom from the misfortunes of others! With the fate of WITIZIA full before his eyes, DON RODERICK was no sooner established as his successor, than he began to indulge in the same pernicious errors, and was doomed in like manner to prepare the way for his own perdition. As yet the heart of Roderick, occupied by the struggles of his early life, by warlike enterprises, and by the inquietudes of newly-gotten power, had been insensible to the charms of women; but in the first voluptuous calm the amorous propensities of his nature assumed their sway. There are divers accounts of the youthful beauty who first found favor in his eyes, and was elevated by him to the throne. We follow, in our legend, the details of an Arabian chronicler, authenticated by a Spanish poet. Let those who dispute our facts produce better authority for their contradiction.