ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S DAY.

COLIGNY! Coligny!

The doom is decreed,

Of thirty full thousands
The foremost to bleed;

For the last to retreat

From the struggle of faith,

Shall be first in the ranks

At the triumph of death.

Aye! they slay the old manThey are deaf to his prayers, And the heart-blood is creeping To clot his grey hairs;

While the soul of the martyr

Is mounting away,

To herald the news

Of Bartholomew's day.

Then the slaughter begins
Of that hideous night,

And fiends turn away

From the horrible sight;

While the bell of St. Germain's

Is clanging amain,

Till its echoes are drowned

In the groans of the slain.

And oh, for humanity !—

Where is she gone,

While the red steel is wielded

From father to son;

While the blade, in the blood

Of the husband bedyed,

Is finding a sheath

In the heart of his bride!

And the innocent babe,

That awakes from its rest, Is poisoned to feed

Of its dead mother's breast; For it drinks of the fountain, That flowed with its food,

And the mother's red bosom
Is welling with blood!

Oh! for thirty long days
Goes the massacre on,
Till thirty full thousands

Are slaughtered and gone; Till the swords are all rust,

And their edge worn away, With the work they have done Since Bartholomew's day.

Then the tale comes to Rome,-
And the Pope, in his glee,
Proclaims for the slaughter
A grand jubilee;

And "We praise Thee, O God," Is the anthem they play, Giving vent to their joy

For Bartholomew's day.

And in mighty procession

They're marching along,

And the cannon-roar heightens

Their jubilee song.

And there's joy in the city,

And joy in the plain,

For thirty full thousands

Of Protestants slain.

Oh, Rome!-It is done

And the souls of the dead

Cry aloud from the altar

For wrath to be shed;

While the lips of the living
Are learning to pray

That the Lord will avenge
St. Bartholomew's day!

C

WATCH YE!-STAND FAST IN THE FAITH!

"Watch ye-stand fast in the faith-quit you like men-be strong."

1 COR. xvi. 13.

WATCH YE! stand fast in the faith

Quit

you

like men and be strong!

Bold in the struggle, and firm to the deathWaiting the conqueror's song.

"WATCH YE !"-The sword of the foe Waits for the moment of sleep

Be on your guard, ere the fall of the blowWake you but only to weep.

"FAST IN THE FAITH"-stand aloof

From the wile, the device, and the snare; Clad in the armour of heav'nly proof,

Rush to the front of the war!