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222 EMMA C. EMBURY.

While, cradled on the raging deep,
He lay in calm and tranquil sleep.

Vainly they struggled with their fears,
But wilder still the tempest woke,
Till from their full and o'erfraught hearts
The voice of terror broke:
"Behold! we sink beneath the wave,
We perish, Lord! but thou canst save."

Slowly he rose; and mild rebuke
Shone in his soft and heaven'lit eye:
"Oh ye of little faith," he cried,
"Is it not your master nigh?
Is not your hope of succor just?
Why know ye not in whom ye trust?"

He turned away, and conscious power
Dilated his majestic form,
As o'er the boiling sea he bent,
The ruler of the storm;
Earth to its centre felt the thrill,
As loe he murmered: "Peace! Be Still!"

Hark to the burst of meeting waves,
The roaring of the angry sea!
A moment more, and all is hushed
In deep tranquility;
While not a breeze near to break
The mirrored surface of the lake.

Then on the stricken hearts of all
Fell anxious doubt and holy awe,
As timidly they gazed on him
Whose will was nature's law:
"What man is this," they cry, "whose word
E'en by the raging sea is heard?"

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JANE OF FRANCE.

"Jeanne de France étoit fille de Louis XI. et soeur de Charles VIII. On la mari à l'âge de vingt deux ans avec Louis XII., l'an 1476. Elle en usa bien avec lui pendant qu' il étoit disgracjé; et ce fut elle qui, par ses prières, le fit sortir de prison, l'an 1491; mais cela ne fut point capable de balancer dans le coeur de son mari l'inclination violente qu' il avoit pour la veuve de Charles VII. C'étoit Anne de Bretangne, il l'avoit aimée, et en avoit été aimé avant qu' elle spousât Charles. Afin donc de contenter son envie, il fit rompre son mariage, et il promit tant de récompense au Pape Alexandre VI. qu' il en obtint tout ce qu' il voulut."—Bayle—Dictionnaire.

Pale, cold and statue-like she sate, and her impeded breath
Came gaspingly, as if her heart was in the grasp of death,
While listening to the harsh decree that robbed her of a throne,
And left the gentle child of kings in the wide world alone.

And fearful was in her look; in vain her trembling maidens moved, 
With all affection's tender care, round her whom well they loved;
Stirless she sate, as if enchained by some resistless spell,
Till with one wild, heart-piercing shriek in their embrace she fell.

How bitter was the hour she woke from that long dreamless trance!
The veriest wretch might pity then the envied Jane of France;
But soon her o'erfraught heart gave way, tears came to her relief,
And thus, in low and plaintive tones, she breathed her hope-less grief:

"Oh! ever have I dreaded this, since at the holy shrine
My trembling hand first felt the cold, reluctant grasp of thine,
And yet I hoped — My own beloved, how may I teach my heart
To gaze upon thy gentle face and know that we must part?

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