magic power,
Long since have, traceless, pass'd away!

Ent'reth the sun into its zenith height!
Ent'reth the mortal into manhood's might!
Op'neth again the vineyard Gate
And Labourers are call'd! but Honour's dream
Entranc'd my soul, and made Religion seem
As nought, Glory was man's Estate!

The NINTH hour found me in the market place;
Fierce passion ruled my heart, care mark'd my face;
In vain, in vain, Thy blessed call!
To glitter, to achieve, to lose or gain,
Form'd every hope, or thought, delight, or pain:
The world, the world, was still my All!

The TENTH hour sounded in my startled ear!
Thy gracious Spirit touched my heart with fear!
The harvest ended with the day;
That thought imbued my mind--'not saved? too late?'
I left the throng; I sought the Vineyard Gate;
'Twas shut-- Death-struck, I turn'd away!

Low sank the Sun adown the Western Sky!
Each cherish'd hope had prov'd its vanity!
Now neither Earth, nor Heaven was mine.
Rejected, sad, abandon'd, and forlorn;
Of God it seem'd not lov'd; of Hell, the scorn!
No hope, or human or Divine,

Brighten'd my dark, cold, doubting, wretched mind;
The world, a wilderness; Heaven's self, unkind!
'Blackness of darkness' seem'd my way:
Slow struck the ELEVENTH! Thy light around me broke!
And deep, unto my soul, these words were spoke:
'Why stand ye idle all the day?'

'Enter and work through the waning hour!'--
Lord of the Vineyard! grant Thy servant power
To labour, love Thee, and obey.
Let every thought, plan, word, deed, wish, be Thine!
Thine be all honour, glory, praise divine,
And let thy pardon close my day!

THE QUOD CORRESPONDENCE.

Harry Harson.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

On the day but one after Rust's death, Mr. Kornicker was very busy in his
office. His coat was off; his hat was on a chair, and in it was his
snuff-box, a black silk neckcloth, and a white handkerchief, not a little
discolored by the presence of snuff and the absence of water. In one
corner of the room lay a confused heap, consisting of bed, bedding, and
various odds and ends of wearing apparel; and from these Mr. Kornicker,
after due reflection and calculation as to the order in which to make his
choice, selected article after article. First, he spread upon the floor
his counterpane, then his blanket, then a sheet not a little akin in
appearance to his handkerchief, and then h