JEROME'S LAST WORDS.

"As he went to execution he sang several hymns. He embraced the stake with great courage, and when they were about to light the faggots behind him he bade them come in front: "If I had feared the fire," said he, "I should not have come here!" His last words were "This soul in flames I offer, Christ, to thee!"-BOOK OF MARTYRS.

"THIS SOUL IN FLAMES

I

OFFER, CHRIST, TO THEE!"

The words are spoken

Attendant spirits

Laud the constancy,

Their tones betoken.

"THIS SOUL!"-he knew

Whence first its being came,

And whither tending;

The martyr felt

'Twas proof against the flame

A life unending.

"IN FLAMES!"-not laid

On peaceful pillow dying,

While friends surround him;

But chained like brute,

A rabble's glee supplying,

The fire-death found him.

"I OFFER!"Yes!

For 'tis no execution,

But free oblation;

To him he gives,

Who made that soul's ablution,

Its consecration.

So "CHRIST, TO THEE!"—

The martyr knows no other—
Nor would he yield it

But to its Lord,

Its Maker, and its Brother, Who saved, and sealed it.

Good Jerome died—

He left the words behind him

For us to read them

Nor that alone,

But bright example find him,

If e'er we need them.

THE LAND IS AWAKE.

WRITTEN DURING THE AGITATION CONSEQUENT UPON THE LATE PAPAL AGGRESSION.

THE land is awake! she is startled at length, Aye, a nation speaks out in the pride of her

strength:

There's a voice on the air from her millions

of men,

Proclaiming them ripe for the combat again!

There's a voice on the air-and we rise at the

tone,

For it comes from the cottage, it comes from

the throne:

And the swell of its chorus declares to a world

That the standard of Protestant might is unfurled !

Aye! the slumber-the dream-of delusion is

past,

And our men look at things as they are at the

last;

For the Roman has taken the mask from his

brow,

And the foe must be grappled with manfully

now!

O, ye pleaders for peace! crying "Let them

alone,"

Ye have found it is time ye

should alter

your

tone:

Show yourselves as you ought, then, in front

of the fight;

Men of peace till you're wronged, men of war for the right.

Aye, the land is awake, from the sea to the

sea,

From the shore to the shore she resolves to be

free!