At the midnight watch the angel of God
O’er the Assyrian camp spread his wings abroad:
On his brow was plac’d a crown of light,
Which shone like a meteor in the gloom of night,
And quench’d, with its brightness, the moon’s pale sheen,
Which her sickly rays flung over the scene:
His flowing robe in large folds roll’d,
Spangled with gems and bright with gold!
As over the Assyrian camp he pass’d,
He breathed upon them a poisonous blast—
It blanch’d their cheeks-and without a groan
Each soul was hurried to his long, long home!
At the morning watch in the Assyrian camp
Was heard no sound of the war-horse tramp!
The bright sun rose, like a bridegroom dress’d,
And illumin’d the camp from east to west;
But there was no spear in his bright beam gleaming,
Nor polish’d mail his reflected light streaming:
The spear and the armour were cover’d with rust,
And prostrate the warrior lay down in the dust!
To arms! to arms! the trumpet sounded—
The echoes in mockery the blast resounded!
Sennacherib waited his embattled host,
The pride of his heart and his impious boast;—
The trumpet was sounded again and again,
Its shrill notes echoing o’er the prostrate slain;—
But his bands were bound in the slumber of death,
Nor heeded the war-stirring clarion’s breath!
The angel of God had pass’d over the host—
In the grasp of Death lay Sennacherib’s host!
O. N. Y.
July, 1827.
For the Table Book.
NIXON’S PROPHECIES.—MR. CANNING.
Mr. Canning’s decease on the 8th of August, 1827, occasioned the following article in the newspapers.
The Death of Mr. Canning predicted by Nixon, the Astrologer.
In an old book, entitled The Prophecies of Robert Nixon, printed in the year 1701, is the following prophetic declaration, which appears to refer to the late melancholy event, which has deprived the English nation of one of her brightest ornaments:—“In the year 1827 a man will raise himself by his wisdom to one of the most exalted offices in the state. His king will invest him with great power, as a reward for his zeal. England will be greatly rejoiced. A strong party will enter into a league against him, but their envy and hatred will not prevail. The power of God, which reigneth over all, will cut him off in his prime, and the nation will bitterly bemoan her loss. Oh, England? beware of thy enemies. A great friend thou wilt lose in this man.”