And by whom was the ritual for ever repeal'd? But by Him, unto whom it was given To enter the Oracle, where is reveal'd, Not the cloud but the brightness of Heaven. Who, having once enter'd, hath shown us the way, O Lord! how to worship before Thee; Not with shadowy forms of that earlier day; But in _spirit_ and _truth_ to adore Thee! This, this is the worship the Saviour made known, When she, of Samaria, found him By the patriarch's well, sitting weary, alone, With the stillness of noon-tide around him. How sublime, yet how simple the homage he taught To her, who inquir'd by that fountain, If JEHOVAH at Solyma's shrine would be sought? Or ador'd on Samaria's mountain. Woman, believe me, the hour is near, When he, if ye rightly would hail him, Will neither be worship'd _exclusively_ here, Nor yet at the altar of Salem. For God is a Spirit! and they, who aright Would perform the pure worship he loveth, In the heart's holy temple will seek, with delight, That Spirit the Father approveth. And many that prophecy's truth can declare, Whose bosoms have livingly known it; Whom God hath instructed to worship him there, And convinc'd that his mercy will own it. The temple that Solomon built to his name, Now lives but in history's story; Extinguish'd long since, is its altar's bright flame, And vanish'd each glimpse of its glory. But the Christian, made wise by a wisdom divine, Though all human fabrics may falter, Still finds in his heart a far holier shrine, Where the fire burns unquench'd on the altar! (From the Illinois Gazette.) "What's the news," said a Quidnunc to Paddy M'Shane, "Of our _foreign relations_--and what about Spain?" "Our _foreign relations_," cried Pat, with a tear, "Och! they're hanging them up by the dozen, my dear!" p? O. STATE OF THE THERMOMETER.