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it at Stanmore Hill, wrote the following extempore lines, which I 

 trust he will forgive me for inserting. 



Soon as (he silken curtain I undraw, 



My soul is fill'd with reverential awe ; 



Emotions various agitate my breast, 



With fear, grief, joy, alternately imprest. 

 When the frail fair Samaritan I view 



Trembling with conscious guilt, I tremble too ! 



Like her, I seem a wretched sinner, brought 



Before that God, who knows man's inmost thought ; 



With shame abash'd, back from myself I start, 



And keen remorse and sorrow pierce my heart. 



But when that image meets my ravish' d sight. 

 Where softness, grace, and dignity, unite 

 Meekness with majesty, I think I see 

 My God himself cloth'd in mortality ! 

 His eyes beam mercy, while his lips reprove. 

 Tempering rebuke with gentleness and love: 

 His hand uplifted, points the way to heaven ; 

 I hear his voice — " Repent and be forgiven !" 

 Desponding fears no more my peace destroy, 

 Sorrow's black gloom, Hote ripens into joy ! 

 Bur, if a mere resemblance here pourtray'd, 

 The child of Art, the effect of light and shade, 

 Can to my mind such strong sensations call, 

 O! what must be the Great Original! B. I. S. J JQJ. 



Having described the eastern gate of Dhuboy,and the interesting 

 scenery in its vicinity, I may observe that the Bhauts and Churruns, 

 the only historians of Guzerat, account for this expensive and sump- 

 tuous portal and the other magnificent structures in the city, by the 

 following story ; which is probably founded on fact, though blended 



