The cities of the past!

Even their records fade,

In cold oblivion's shadow cast,

Lost, buried, or decay'd.

They gloried in their hour of prime,
Then sank adown the stream of time.

But ye-of stern, high brow,

Ye stand as they have stood;
The majesty that clothes you now
Was your's, when from the flood
Ye sprang once more to life and light,
Triumphant o'er the water's might!

Now the wild eagle soars;

Now moans the tall, dark pine;
Now the dim twilight round me lowers,
And through the deep ravine,
Low murmurs of the night-wind wake,
And stars gleam on the lonely lake.

Alone, yet not alone,

I tread the desert waste,

For on each crag and weed-bound stone

I read, distinctly traced,

His power by whom all things were made, And this fair world's foundations laid.

Night's shadows fall around;

The eagle seeks her nest;
And I, in solitudes profound,
Hail the calm hour of rest;
Like Jacob on th' anointed stone,
I lay my head-but not alone,

For THOU art here, my God;
Thou dwellest everywhere;
These towering rocks are thine abode,

These mountains proud and bare;
Heights ne'er by human footsteps trod;
The dwelling of the living God!

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THE CITY OF AUGUSTA, IN GEORGIA.

THE City of Augusta was founded in 1735, by General Oglethorpe, the founder of Savannah; and is said to have received its name in honour of London, which originally bore the same appellation. By its founder it was at first intended merely as an interior station for the collecting of the peltries, or skins, with which the early settlers were supplied by the Indians; with a sagacity, however, to which the event has borne ample testimony, he planned it with all the regularity befitting a great city, firmly believing that such it would one day become.

Augusta, which is situated on a fine plain on the south-west bank of the Savannah, exhibits three noble streets, each one hundred and sixty-five feet in breadth, and upwards of a mile in length, running parallel to the river. Besides these principal streets, there are several smaller ones, which are crossed by others at right angles; the whole being thus divided into squares. The streets are all bordered on each side by rows of trees, which, while they greatly increase the beauty of the town, afford at the same time a grateful and refreshing shade.

Broad Street, the principal street of this flourishing commercial town, lies, most conveniently for the purposes of business, very near the river. In this street are situated several good hotels; as the Planters'; the Globe; the United States', &c.; and here too, are the principal banks and insurance-offices. Broad Street also contains a large Masonic Hall, two spacious and convenient market-houses, each surrounded by a colonnade and surmounted by a turret; to say nothing of various substantial dwellinghouses and shops, and other appliances in the way of trade.

The street second in importance in a commercial point of view, but the first as it respects elegance and refinement, bears the name of Green Street. Here stands the Court House, of which a view is given in the accompanying engraving. This is a handsome brick edifice, having a portico, and a tower surmounted by a statue of Justice; and containing a full-length portrait of General Washington. In this street there are many spacious and elegant private residences.

Besides the two principal churches, the Episcopalian and the Presbyterian, there are places of worship frequented respectively by Baptists, Methodists, Roman Catholics, and Unitarians. The more opulent families of the place attend, for the most part, the Episcopalian and Presbyterian Churches.

In addition to a good hospital, supported by the municipal funds, there is at Augusta a Medical College, with a dome, and a Doric portico. In this College, which is endowed by the state, and has an excellent museum and philosophical apparatus, there are seldom fewer than between seventy and eighty students.

This College, the Episcopal Church, and the Court House, with the flag of liberty floating in front of it, constitute the imposing group of buildings represented in the accompanying plate.

THE BROKEN VOW.

HARK to the music of evening bells!

From yonder gray tower the sweet sound swells,

Flinging its melody far and wide,

O'er the still vale and the green hill's side;

Waking the lilies that meekly bow

On their bright foliage their cups of snow;
Stealing through shades in the old oak-wood,
Blent with the rush of the mountain-flood,
That throws o'er the rocks its pearl-like spray,
Bounding through flowers on its brilliant way!
Meet hour for the vows of deathless love,
That should be pure, as the heaven above,
Deep, as the far-off darkening sea,
And clear, as the light's transparency !

Fair Isabel! In that even-time,

Under the boughs of the whisp'ring lime,
Under the lone drooping willow-trees,
Waving like banners upon the breeze,-

Under the shade of the ancient fane,

And the hoary tower whence that swelling strain Rang solemnly forth,-sat Isabel,

Vowing to love, long, truly, and well;

With smiles on her lip, and on her cheek

A glow, like the sea-shell's crimson streak;

And fitful light in her glancing eyes,

Like the faint gleamings of April skies;

And sweet, low words :-and thus while the breeze,

Fanning the limes and the chesnut-trees,

And the rustling willows were heard alone,
Mingling with each soft and earnest tone,
She breathed her vows of eternal love,
Daring all sorrow and time to prove,
That one shade of falsehood linger'd there,
In the pure depths of her bosom fair.