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with which a single man is re, which our Holy Law enjoins, of neans enable him to maintain one. 13 Moslem's true enjoyment. After ested, he retires there for quiet thought; th his legs on his wife's lap, he smokes r him, and rests for hours together in e luxury of calm reflection.

elieve that the ensuing stanzas refer to the recent death of GEORGE F. WHITE, & er of the Society of Friends. He went down to the grave 'like a shock of corn ED. KNICKERBOOKER.

have lost thee, we have lost thee; and as orphan children weep hen they lay a tender parent down to take his dreamless sleep, Even thus in loneliness of soul do we bewail thy loss, Beloved Father in the Truth — tried Soldier of the Cross!

Like the confused remembrance of a sad and troubled dream

Do the mournful tidings of thy death and thy solemn burial seem;
Thou didst stand when last we saw thee where so firmly thou hast stood,
And enough of strength was left thee to tell that God is good.'

Thou didst leave us for a little time, and we missed thee from thy place,
We dreamed not then that we had looked our last upon thy face,
That our FATHER deemed it best for us that thou shouldst go away,'
And that all He would return to us was thy cold and senseless clay!

"T is true that from the spirit-land a warning voice had come,
To bid thee cease thy warfare here, and call thy forces home;
To rest in silence, that thou might'st renew thy strength to sing
Hosannas through eternal years to Heaven's Almighty KING.

We saw thee not; the coffin-lid was closed upon that face
Whose chastened lineaments in life so well we loved to trace ;
But we knew whose venerated form within unconscious slept,
And we deemed it not a crime to weep, for even 'JESUS wept.'

If then the lowly Lamb of GOD, he who could raise the dead,
Tears, such as angels weep,' upon the grave of Lazarus shed,
May we not sorrow too for one we never can restore,

A father, whose paternal voice will plead with us no more?

We know that thou hadst longed at times to lay thy burthen down,
And having meekly borne thy cross, was waiting for thy crown;
That the Angel of the Covenant but wrought a sweet release,

When he touched the weary wheels of life,' and bade thy conflicts cease.

But though thou met'st him with a smile, rejoicing to the end,
We feel while Heaven hath gained a Saint, that we have lost a Friend;
And though instructors' in the Truth, by thousands' may remain,

'Not many fathers' such as thou will e'er arise again.

As Moses to Abarim's mount went at his God's behest,
There to compose his aged limbs to everlasting rest,

So, when the time appointed came, wert thou called up to die,
Thy soul's worn vestments to exchange for immortality.

The conquest is achieved at last; thy weapons true and tried,
Thy battered shield and coat of mail forever laid aside;
Thy battle-axe thou needest not; no fierce temptations come,
To break the perfect peace that reigns within thy heavenly home.

These receptacles are less numerous in Europe than in this country. The English are an unsocial people, and dislike to have others near them, or to be intruded upon; the French are volatile, live much in the open air, and are unwilling to be restrained by the regularity of domestic life. It is in America where they abound, and in New-York, above all other places in the Union, the greatest number is to be seen. Each city has some distinctive appellation by which it is recognized. One is called the Land of Steady Habits, another is the Prim and Quakerish, a third is Monumental, but New-York may justly be called the City of Boarding Houses.

We cannot in Cairo have these places of abode, there being no regularity in forming the rooms, or any communication one with another; the object being to render the house as private as possible. And you know the almost insurmountable unwillingness of the inhabitants, having families, to let lodging apartments to single men unless they have parents or near relations to dwell with them. Indeed, the state of the unmarried men is rendered uncomfortable by being obliged to resort to the Weka’leh, the building designed only for the reception of merchants and strangers, where no chambers are furnished as bed-rooms. A lone man can only spread his mat on the house-top in summer, or in winter sleep in the Kur'neh, where the bed is rolled up in the day time and placed. These inconveniences, together with the ill-favor with which a single man is regarded, forces him into the custom, which our Holy Law enjoins, of taking a wife as soon as his means enable him to maintain one. The Hhareem is the place of a Moslem's true enjoyment. After the business of the day is finished, he retires there for quiet thought; while he reposes on a divan, with his legs on his wife's lap, he smokes the pipe she has prepared for him, and rests for hours together in total silence, absorbed in the luxury of calm reflection.

We have reason to believe that the ensuing stanzas refer to the recent death of GEORGE F. WHITE, a distinguished preacher of the Society of Friends. He went down to the grave like a shock of corn fully ripe in its season' ED. KNICKERBOOKER.

WE have lost thee, we have lost thee; and as orphan children weep
When they lay a tender parent down to take his dreamless sleep,
Even thus in loneliness of soul do we bewail thy loss,
Beloved Father in the Truth - tried Soldier of the Cross!

Like the confused remembrance of a sad and troubled dream
Do the mournful tidings of thy death and thy solemn burial seem;
Thou didst stand when last we saw thee where so firmly thou hast stood,
And enough of strength was left thee to tell that God is good.'

Thou didst leave us for a little time, and we missed thee from thy place,
We dreamed not then that we had looked our last upon thy face,
That our FATHER deemed it best for us that thou shouldst go away,'
And that all He would return to us was thy cold and senseless clay!

"T is true that from the spirit-land a warning voice had come,
To bid thee cease thy warfare here, and call thy forces home;
To rest in silence, that thou might'st renew thy strength to sing
Hosannas through eternal years to Heaven's Almighty KING.

We saw thee not; the coffin-lid was closed upon that face
Whose chastened lineaments in life so well we loved to trace ;
But we knew whose venerated form within unconscious slept,
And we deemed it not a crime to weep, for even 'JESUS wept.'

If then the lowly Lamb of God, he who could raise the dead,
Tears, such as angels weep,' upon the grave of LAZARUS shed,

May we not sorrow too for one we never can restore,

A father, whose paternal voice will plead with us no more?

We know that thou hadst longed at times to lay thy burthen down,

And having meekly borne thy cross, was waiting for thy crown;

That the Angel of the Covenant but wrought a sweet release,

When he touched the weary wheels of life,' and bade thy conflicts cease.

But though thou met'st him with a smile, rejoicing to the end,
We feel while Heaven hath gained a Saint, that we have lost a Friend;
And though instructors' in the Truth, by thousands' may remain,

'Not many fathers' such as thou will e'er arise again.

As Moses to Abarim's mount went at his God's behest,
There to compose his aged limbs to everlasting rest,

So, when the time appointed came, wert thou called up to die,
Thy soul's worn vestments to exchange for immortality.

The conquest is achieved at last; thy weapons true and tried,
Thy battered shield and coat of mail forever laid aside;
Thy battle-axe thou needest not; no fierce temptations come,
To break the perfect peace that reigns within thy heavenly home.

Thou need'st not sleep in armor' now, thy covert is secure,

Thy rest shall be as undisturbed as thy reward is sure;
No summons to thy tent' shall rouse thy quiet slumbers more,
Thy foes are all at peace with thee-thy struggles all are o'er!

Another ransomed spirit swells the rapt angelic throng,
Another glad triumphant voice repeats the enraptured song;
Another new and radiant crown lies at the FATHER'S feet,
Another liberated soul attests that rest is sweet.

Whom will thy GOD and SAVIOR' now through suffering prepare,
The pure and living Word like thee with boldness to declare?
Who shall be able to partake the cup which thou hast quaffed,
And bless, if bitter or if sweet, the Hand that mixed the draught?

Who shall be ever on the watch like thee when duty calls
To wave the standard of our Faith above our Zion's walls?
The answer rests with God alone - let us in hope abide ;
When He requires the sacrifice, He will a lamb provide.

But if among us should arise no gifted one like thee,
Like bread upon the waters cast' thy ministry shall be;
Its blessed influence shall extend even to coming years,

And call the wayward wanderer home, through penitence and tears.

Yes; Time may level with the earth the mound above thy breast,
And grind to dust the simple stone that marks thy place of rest;
But as a precious legacy thy words shall still remain,

And each succeeding year shall prove thou hast not lived in vain.

How often have we seen thee rise, faltering at first, and weak, 'Willing,' 'obedient,' yet afraid to trust thyself to speak;

Till gathering strength and gaining power, thy weakness was forgot,

And it seemed, thy MASTER'S cause to plead, one tongue sufficed thee not.

Even now I catch the holy light that glittered in thine eye,

Now bent upon the listening throng, now raised in prayer on high;
And feel thine eloquent appeals once more my bosom thrill,

Or hear thy melting accents raised in soft entreaty still.

Who could resist thine eloquence? - what eye that could not see
That 't was a power OMNIPOTENT that spake and wrought through thee?
What heart so hard it would not melt beneath the living fire
That glowed in each impassioned word, and warmed each pure desire?

No bounds thy simple trusting faith, thy deep devotion knew,
Few their allegiance have maintained so tender and so true;
Unawed by Hatred and Reproach, unstained by Flattery's breath,
The resurrection unto life' disarmed the second death.'

Ah! many a heart that beat with thine with thee its grave hath made!
Thy long resplendent sun hath set, and wrapped their world in shade;
And life to them hath lost the best and brightest charm it wore,
For they know that they shall hear thy voice and see thy face no more.

Yet though they cannot call thee back, not comfortless' are they,
For HE who gave thee, still remains to lead them on their way;
And while in this deep chastisement a Father's hand appears,
Faith's struggling sunbeams intertwine a rainbow with their tears.