THE WEEPING WILLOW. 
SAL1X BABYLONtCA. 
“ By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down, yea we wept when 
we remembered Zion. 
“ We hanged our harps on the willows that grew in the midst thereof.*’ 
After contemplating the solemn sadness of this touch¬ 
ing picture drawn by the pen of inspiration, every other 
association connected with the willow must not only 
appear insipid, but almost impertinent, except, indeed, 
such as may be borrowed from the same hallowed 
source. 
Every production of nature alluded to in the Bible 
is at once invested with a sacred character, and pos¬ 
sesses an indescribable interest. It is this which gives 
the willow a claim on our regard very far beyond 
what it might derive from the graceful effect of its 
drooping boughs, or indeed from any other quality by 
which it is distinguished. At the Feast of Tabernacles, 
when, in commemoration of their fathers dwelling in 
tents during their forty years’ sojourn in the wilderness. 
