'Tis night! and though on royal couch Ahashverosh now lies, He vainly woos the god of sleep to close his weary eyes. "Bring in the chronicled events," the King now gives command, "And thus amuse my waking thoughts with actions, as they stand." Then heard the King how Mordecai his life from ruffian spared, "What honor has been done for this?" "Yet nothing," they declared. Then asked the King of Haman, "What shall in reward be done To him who hath my royal grace and honor justly won ?" And when the monarch heard, he cried, "Take Mordecai the Jew, And all the honors thou hast planned, make haste thee, quick to do." Now at the second banquet, Queen Esther makes re quest: "I ask my life from out thy hand, My people at be quest. "For we are sold! both I and they; not for bondman o'er the land, But utterly to be destroyed, cast out, and slain, 'tis planned." Then rose the King in fury: "Whose bold plan this?" he cried, "Behold him!" whispers Esther, "for 'tis Haman, at thy side." "Appease mine anger, let him hang full fifty cubits high!" 'Tis done; and messengers off speed, the Jews' release is nigh. Their sorrow now to joy is turned, and long shall Esther's name Illumined shine in Israel's heart with faith's undying fame. MYRTILLA E. MITCHELL. Mordecai Esther vii. 1-10; viii. 15 "NOW say, my queen,” the monarch cries, "What boon dost thou demand? Be it the half of my kingdom's worth, "O king, had all my race been sold No murmur from my lip had passed "But sold to slaughter, doomed to death, I pour my humble prayer; Oh, let thy royal clemency My guiltless kindred spare!" "And who, my queen, hath dared the deed?" 'Tis Haman whets the murd'rous steel And aims the fatal blow." The king is wroth: the traitor shrinks; The stern command is given: Bound and condemned they bear him forth To feed the fowls of heaven. A gallows, by his impious hand For Mordecai designed, Receives the tyrant's struggling form, And gives him to the wind. Haman, thy wife hath well foretold Thou never couldst prevail. Who comes? His costly garments wave Blest with the purest white; he wears It is the Jew-'tis Mordecai, Such, Israel, is thy future lot, Queens shall thy nursing mothers be, And thou, in means and mercies rich, Oh, help thine elder brother's need, Nor let him perish at thy gate While thou hast bread to spare! ANONYMOUS. MAR Mordecai AKE friends with him! He is of royal line, Although he sits in rags. Not all of thine Array of splendor, pomp of high estate, Can buy him from his place within the gate, The King's gate of thy happiness, where he, Yes, even he, the Jew, remaineth free, Never obeisance making, never scorn Purim COME, quaff the brimming festal glass! Bring forth the good old cheer! For Esther's Feast has come at last,- And now, when hearts beat glad and free, And tell once more how, long since, He Full oft has beauty ruled a land But ne'er did beauty so avail, So all the dire impending woe And thus, throughout the ages long, They chant an old thanksgiving song Yea, Israel's Guardian never sleeps,— But loving watch He ever keeps Upon his flock from high. C. DAVID MATT. A Purim Retrospect I COME tell us the story again, You told us when we were young, II We clustered around the broad table, On which all the dainties were spread, The youngest-a baby of twenty, III Well, father read out the Megillah, We knew it all, through and through, Though it's wonderful, how in that small book, One always finds something that's new; |