dowy land,
Where each devoid of pride must stand,
By hovering wings of angels' fanned;
There sorrow can assail thee never--
Hope on--hope ever!

Then plod along with tearless eye,
Poor son of toil! and ne'er repine,
The road through barren wastes may lie,
And thorns, as oft hath mine;
But there was ONE who came to earth,
Star-heralded at hour of birth,
Humble, obscure, unknown his worth,
Whose path was thornier far. Weep never!
Hope on--hope ever!

MEXICAN JEALOUSY.

A SKETCH OF THE LATE CAMPAIGN.

BY ECOTIER.

On the 15th of September, two days after the storming of Chapultepec,
a small party of soldiers, in dark uniforms, were seen to issue from
the great gate of that castle, and, winding down the Calzada, turn
towards the City of Mexico. This occurred at 10 o'clock in the
morning. The day was very hot, and the sun, glancing vertically upon
the flinty rocks that paved the causeway, rendered the heat more
oppressive.

At the foot of the hill the party halted, taking advantage of the
shade of a huge cypress tree, to set down a litera, which four men
carried upon their shoulders. This they deposited under one of the
arches of the aqueduct in order the better to protect its occupant
from the hot rays of the sun.

The occupant of the litera was a wounded man, and the pale and
bloodless cheek, and fevered eye showed that his wound was not a
slight one. There was nothing around to denote his rank, but the camp
cloak, of dark blue, and the crimson sash, which lay upon the litera,
showed that the wounded man was an officer. The sash had evidently
been saturated with blood, which was now dried upon it, leaving parts
of it shriveled like, and of a darker shade of crimson. It had
staunched the life-blood of its wearer upon the 13th. The soldiers
stood around the litter, their bronzed faces turned upon its occupant,
apparently attentive to his requests. There was something in the
gentle care with which these rude men seemed to wait upon the young
officer, that bespoke the existence of a stronger feeling than mere
humanity. There was that admiration which the brave soldiers feel for
him who has led them in the field of battle, _at their head_. That
small group were among the first who braved the frowning muzzles of
the cannon upon the parapets of Chapultepec. The wounded officer had
led them to those parapets.

The scene around exhibited the usual indi