decide, whether our admiration should be most excited by the magnitude of the event, or the apparent total inadequacy of the means. A humble and unknown individual, with the Bible in his hand as his only weapon of warfare, enters the field against a Pontifical hierarchy, that had swayed for ages the sceptre of an absolute dominion--and PREVAILS. The sublimity and grandeur of the achievement itself would be deservedly a theme for the highest flight of the poet’s muse, and the most glowing strains of the historian. But it is only when we consider the nature of this triumph, that its full power, as a source of pleasure to the imagination, can be appreciated. It was a triumph of knowledge over ignorance. The light of science, which had so long glimmered but faintly, and at intervals, from the cell of the cloister, now burst forth in full orbed glory--‘rejoicing like a giant to run his race.’ It was a triumph of literature and refinement over brutality and barbarism. From the frozen waters of the north, to the pillars of Hercules, the intellect of Europe shook off the weight of its darkness, and awoke to life and activity. It was a triumph of the pure simplicity of the Christian faith over idolatry, hypocrisy and superstition. The degraded slave of popish tyranny and imposition cast away the shackles of his bondage, and arose to assert the dignity of his nature. On every thing that had been enveloped in the universal chaos, the almighty mandate was written, “Let there be light.” Thus, in contemplating this great revolution, it is in the power of its appeal to our moral sensibilities, that its true sublimity is seen and felt. C. THE SEMINOLE. Where the oak and the pine in grandeur vie, Where the orange and lemon their fragrance blend, Where its rushing stream the rivulet pours, There stood a warrior Chief. His eagle eye Shot a searching look on all around. His form Was symmetry; and proudly eminent In all the majesty of pride and strength, That Indian stood. One look at Heaven, One glance at earth he cast, and then he yelled A whoop so terrible, so fiercely wild, All nature seemed to start. As, when On Afric’s sands a wounded lion roars, The desert quakes, so now the sunbeams Trembled upon each quiv’ring leaf. But see! He starts--he bounds into the forest depths, And all is still again.