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nature, poisoning domestic peace, inflaming national animosity, and setting the passions of man in array against his own happiness.

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of its ravages wherever the foot of man has been known
to stray.
We thus read the destructive consequences

of sin, not only in the Word of God, but in the dur
able or decaying monuments raised by the hand of man
as trophies of his glory; and now preserved by divine
wisdom, in their shattered remains, as permanent me
morials of the profligacy of those nations whose power
and resources have been dissipated by sin.
On this
state of things it would be idle to speculate; it bas
been permitted by the wisdom of God, and therefore
we may be sure that it is not inconsistent with the
perfections of his nature: and as in the natural world,
we discern the contrivances of divine wisdom, chiefly
in those remedial resources which the Author of na
ture has devised, to counteract evident tendencies to
defeat an intended end; such provisions, for instance,
as we see in the antagonist forces which regulate the
motions of the heavenly bodies, and in the opposing
muscles necessary to animal motion, and particularly
manifested in the human frame; so, in the moral con-
stitution of the world, which appears to be in a state of
complete derangement, we might naturally be led to
wish for, and perhaps to expect, a remedy; yet that
remedy must be of an extraordinary kind, and as far
beyond the powers of man to conceive as it would have
been for him to contrive the laws of nature.

Here, then, is a monstrous deformity without a single Countervailing advantage. Poets and philosophers have fancied a remedy in the dogged resolution of the mind which may triumph over pain and misery. Virgil makes one of his heroes say, Desperation is the only safety of the vanquished;" Milton makes one of his devils say, "Our only hope is flat despair;" Archbishop King asserts the omnipotence of the human will, and tells us that "things are not chosen because they are good, but become good because they are chosen," a maxim which goes as far as the most extravagant pretensions of the stoics. But man, when untutored by religious knowledge, and unimbued with any maxims of philosophy, cuts the knot at once, by explaining away the enormity of sin, and looking with complacency on the havoc it has wrought; considering war as a pastime, the world as a hunting field, and man as the destined prey of the most subtle, or the most daring. Poetry and heathen philosophy scarcely afford us any other lesson. Homer at once "cries havoc, and lets slip the dogs of war." He commences his great poem by invoking the muse to assist him in celebrating the indomitable rage, and implacable resentment of as untameable a savage as ever wore the shape of humanity; and he sticks to his text to the last, chang-perfections of the divine nature are more illustriously ing occasionally the actors on the scene, but ever gloating over unmitigated slaughter, celebrating no virtue but courage, and the wisdom which guides to conquest, and stigmatizing no sin but cowardice, and the weakness which shrinks from blood.

We learn a different lesson from a work of much higher antiquity, and much higher authority, than that of the father and prince of poets, where we are informed that the first who shed the blood of man was branded with insupportable ignominy, and where glorious war, as our great poet calls it, is uniformly announced as the most terrible scourge that can afflict a nation. How can it be otherwise, when war is a temporary suspension of the charities of life, and of the laws of justice and humanity, by which God has ordained that the world should be governed, the violation of which, for any length of time, would lead to the utter extermination of human society? But the question is, where is an antidote to be found for that sin, which sets on fire the course of nature, which arms the hand of man against his brother, and prompts him to act in perpetual opposition to the known law and will of God? As we find a provision made to rectify every other apparent irregularity or defect, we might be led to conclude, that a remedy might also be found for this; and it is evident that all mankind have entertained this idea, and have not been backward in devising means to accomplish the desired end. The heinousness of sin has always pressed upon their consciences; and the history of superstition, the only form in which religion can appear where there is no revelation, presents endless varieties of schemes and expedients to escape from the consequences of sin. I need not stop to demonstrate the futility and inefficacy of all these attempts to find a substitute for that obedience which the law of God requires, or to devise a satisfaction for acknowledged guilt: reason, though unsanctified by grace, and unenlightened by revelation, perceives the absurdity of all such attempts; and nothing would appear more revolting to its convictions than to be told, that the blood of an innocent animal would make atonement for the guilt of a conscious sinner.

Let us consider, then, how the matter stands. We have seen sin reigning throughout all generations, from the first human pair down to the present day; transmitted from father to son in a line of unbroken succession, polluting the stream of time, and leaving vestiges

If, therefore, we shall find reason to conclude, that the

displayed by the redemption through Christ than they could have been, if man had never sinned; and if man is raised to the hopes of higher dignity and honour through his union with the second Adam, than if he had never suffered by his connection with the first,then, whatever reason we may have to lament the consequences of human depravity, we shall see still greater reason to magnify the riches of the grace of God.

If any one, then, should be disposed to say, "Why was not the guilty race cut off; why were men permitted to multiply crimes and propagate misery, till the earth groaned with the burden of sin, insomuch that 'it repented God that he had made man, and grieved him at his heart?"" In answer to this we can only say, that to have acted on the principle which such queries suggest, would have been to show the impotence of anger, the irritation of disappointment, and the total absence of mercy; it would be like the policy of the unfeeling and bungling physician, who would rather kill the patient whom he cannot cure, than allow him to live as a monument of his want of skill. But God permitted the utmost possible derangement to take place in the moral constitution of man, that his hand and his power, his wisdom and his grace, might be made apparent in defeating the efforts of the adver sary, and in making the discordant elements, which he had introduced into human nature, the means of proclaiming the sovereignty of divine mercy. The Most High has left no room for triumph to the author of evil; his empire is limited, and it will be short-lived; for the time is approaching, when the knowledge of the Lord shall fill the earth, when every one who is born shall be an heir of glory, and multitudes which no man can number shall come from all quarters of the earth to sit down with Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, in the kingdom of heaven.

Let the impenitent sinner, and the self-sufficient unbeliever, then, mourn over the miseries of human nature; let them arraign the wisdom and the justice of the great Creator, for having permitted sin and misery to enter into this world; let them brood, in gloomy discontent, over the calamities that flesh is heir to; they deserve no better portion, for their misery is of their own creating; but let the humble Christian exclaim, Thanks be to God who giveth us the victory through Jesus Christ!" He too sees, that there is much sin and misery in the world; but he does not on

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festation of justice and power; that might have annihilated the guilty race, it could not have effected a religious reformation; no, love only can beget love,-benefits alone can remove aversion,-goodness alone can produce esteem, and by these principles God assailed the obduracy of the human heart, and subdued it by the demonstrations of his tender mercy, whilst He, by whom the world was made, demonstrated his power to rectify the evil which had been introduced, and to redeem mankind, through whom he had resolved that his name should be glorified, from the thraldom and condemnation of sin.

that account murmur, or repine, or charge God fool- This, we may safely say, was the greatest work shly: he sees, that the miseries of life are not only the which God himself. has accomplished. There was no punishments, but the preventives of sin, and he recog- resistance to his will when he called the material uniises them as chastisements in a Father's hand, to verse into existence by the word of his power; but he eclaim his erring children: he sees, that there is no- gave to man the power of resisting his will; this was thing wrong in this world but sin; and whilst he a privilege and an honour, inasmuch as it was the Jaments its devastations, he perceives, at the same time, pledge and proof of freedom; this privilege he abused, that this greatest of all evils has been the chief means of and incurred the sentence of death announced as the magnifying the divine glory in rescuing the victims of sin. wages of sin. He was now in the position of a rebel, Whilst, therefore, the heavens declare the glory and, suffering the punishment of a rebel, he had the of God, and the firmament sheweth forth his handy- dislike and the distrust of one. How were these feelwork," yet this paltry spot of earth has been the theatre ings to be removed, and love and confidence reinstat on which the glory of his perfections has been particu-ed in the human heart? It could not be by the manilarly manifested, and that with a degree of splendour and power which commands the reverential admiration of men and of angels; and which, in the minds of the apostles, and first converts to Christianity, seemed to absorb all their feelings. The Old Testament saints, who lived under very lively impressions of the divine presence, celebrate, in the loftiest strains of poetic imagery, the wisdom and the power of God, as displayed in the works of creation and providence: and they show what a rich and varied banquet the pious mind may receive from the contemplation of the visible works of God. But it is worthy of remark, that these subjects of contemplation are never once touched on by the writers of the New Testament. So completely were their minds engrossed by the marvellous revelation of goodness and grace made known in the Gospel, that they found no room in their hearts for any other subject of meditation, and no time to spend on any other manifestations of divine goodness: all and each of them seemed to adopt the language of the apostle when he said, "God forbid that I should glory save in the cross of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ!" Instead of expatiating, like David, on the beauty and order of the visible world, as proclaiming the wisdom and goodness of God; or of illustrating, like Solomon, the facts of natural history; for that wise king was also a very learned man, "and he spake of trees, from the cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall; he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.' 1 Kings iv. 33. Instead of thus employing his faculties, the apostle declared, that he was determined "to know nothing but Christ crucified;" and he assigns a good and sufficient reason for this preference, viz., because "in him are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge." And who that views the matter aright, can come to any other conclusion? We are not required to be insensible to the wisdom and power of God as manifested in the visible creation: we may see him in all his works, and may recognise him as the kind and bountiful Parent of the universe; but when we see him in Christ, we see him accomplishing the great purpose for which the world was made, subduing the power of the devil, and raising man from the depths of despair, perhaps, to higher dignity and honour than he ever could have aspired to, though he had retained unsullied his original innocence.

And what but the wisdom of God, and the power of God," concentrated in Christ, could have achieved such a victory? Sin is the great disorganizing principle in human nature, and nothing is so difficult to be Overcome. When the body is disordered, there is a rectifying power of nature which often sets it to rights without the aid of a physician: but there is no remedy in nature for the spiritual maladies of the soul; they have always a tendency to advance from bad to worse, till they become incurable by any power of man; a depraved will is a thousand times more hopeless and unmanageable than a diseased body, for evil has become the object of its choice, and it obstinately rejects all assistance, and nothing but the power and grace of the Saviour could effect its emancipation,

It is not men and this world alone that are effected by this dispensation. "The angels desire to look into these things," and they received important information respecting the ways of God, from witnessing the marvellous love of Christ. Before that manifestation, they had only witnessed the inflexible justice of God in the punishment of their fallen brethren, but they had not seen an instance of free pardon extended to ungrateful rebels; they had seen the fallen angels punished, and they had seen the best of fallen men enduring the punishment of death as the penalty of sin. But in the Gospel dispensation they saw how sin and death were to be abolished; they saw "life and immortality brought to light," and offered to penitent sinners, who received an earnest and pledge of their resurrection and immortality, in the death and resurrection of Christ, their spiritual head.

I say, then, that the Christian dispensation was intended for the redemption of men, and the instruction of angels, and the manifestation of the combined attributes of justice and mercy, a union which would otherwise have been incomprehensible both to men and angels. Eph. iii. 8-10. We may go farther still, and may assert that not only this, but all worlds were made by Christ, and for Christ. Col. i. 16. We do not know the state of other systems, and other worlds, nor the kind of administration that prevails under the government of the Son of Man, but we see how intimately he is connected with our world. He is "God with us," the proper object of our religious homage and adoration; nay, he is God with all created beings who can acknowledge God, and it is only through him that we can worship the Father. The human mind can form no right conception of the Eternal Spirit; the subject is so vast that we cannot bring it home to the mind with any realizing effect. When we think of God as "infinite, eternal, and invisible," without human passions, and human affections, everywhere present but nowhere seen, we are overwhelmed with the conception, and unable to discern the relation in which we stand to such a Being, as there are no steps or degrees by which it can be measured. But we can "worship him in spirit and in truth," when we see the light of his glory in the face of Christ Jesus, for, in him we see "God manifest in the flesh," possessing all our sympathies and all our feelings, but without sin, and displaying all the holy and endearing attributes which adorn the Godhead, in a shape, so to speak, which we can admire, and which we can attempt to imitate.

Here, then, is the antidote provided by the wisdom

of God to counteract the only irregularity which was permitted to creep into his works; and as our admiration of beauty, harmony, and order, is increased by contrasting these qualities with deformity, discord, and confusion, so our perception of the beauties of holiness, mercy, and truth, is strengthened, in the highest degree, by comparing them with their opposites-profigacy, cruelty, and falsehood; and the anxious and inquiring mind never can find repose, till it can embrace, with cordial acceptance, the message of "grace, mercy, and peace," proclaimed to mankind by the heralds of the Gospel. What is called natural theology may amuse the fancy, but has little tendency to improve the heart; it speaks to the imagination, and rests on a few perceived or supposed analogies, and may be successful in rebutting the arguments of unbelief, but can have no influence in conveying the assurance of faith, or the confidence of hope to the troubled mind. Christianity cannot be elucidated by any thing in the natural world; the evil which it is intended to remove exists only in the human soul, and cannot be illustrated by any natural analogy. Sin is, indeed, appropriately called the disease of the soul, and, so far as the infection is concerned, the analogy holds good; but not so in regard to the cure, for every known disease may heal of itself; but sin never will, it is strengthened by delay, and increased by palliatives; for the insensibility they produce is the confirmed palsy of the soul. There is no natural remedy for sin, the only real evil in this world; but what the law could not do because it was weak, and what man would not have done, if he could, because he was sinful, God has accomplished by the doctrine and the death of his Son; and the derangement in the moral government of the world, which has always been the stronghold of unbelief, has been made, by the Gospel, to shed light and lustre on all the divine perfections, and to display manifestations of wisdom, power, and goodness, which neither men nor angels could have conceived, had sin and misery been unknown.

THE CICADA SEPTENDECIM. [From "The Rambler in North America." By Charles Joseph Latrobe. London, 1835.]

THERE are few among the insect tribes of Europe capable of producing sounds of any volume. The hum of bees and wasps, the buzzing of innumerable small flies, the piping of the grat, the chirp of the grasshopper, the cry of the cricket, the tick of the death-watch, are the greater number of those an Englishman would enumerate. In southern Europe sounds are added sharper, louder, and more incessant; and I remember having been both amused and astonished, by the effect produced by the mole-crickets of France and the Jura, and yet more by the cicada of Italy, as, sitting among the thick foliage of the Roman pine, they would fill the ear of the panting traveller for minutes before he reached the place of their luxurious enjoy

ment.

But what are these scattered and solitary sounds, to the din which fills the ear at certain times and seasons from the insect tribes in the transatlantic forest or swamp? The main agents in its production are, nevertheless, members of the same families of gryllus and cicada. The latter consists of many species, and affords some of the most laborious and successful musicians among the insect tribes. Every traveller has dilated upon the singular effect produced by one of them called the Catydid, as, sitting in little coteries among the trees, they fill the ear of night with their sharp and incessant wrangling; and my notice regards at present one of the same family.

When we returned from Mexico to the United States, in the summer of last year, 1834, among many points of interest, political, domestic, and foreign, which our

re-entrance into the high road of civilization brought to our ears, was the fact that this was the "locust year."

The observation of a past century had shown the inhabitants of Pennsylvania and Maryland, that every seventeenth year they were visited by a countless horde of insects of the cicada tribe, hence called Septendecim, distinct in aspect and habits from those whose annual appearance and mode of life were understood. Though of a different tribe, and with perfectly different habits from the locust of the East, (gryllus migratorius) the fact of its occasional appearance, as though by magic, in such vast swarms, had caused it to be fami liarly alluded to by that name. Its last appearance had been in 1817, and its re-appearance was thus confidently predicted for the third or fourth week in May this year.

Nature, true to her impulses, and the laws by which she is so mysteriously governed, did not fail to fulfil the prediction. On the 24th of May and following day, the whole surface of the country in and about the city of Philadelphia suddenly teemed with this singular insect. The subject interested me, and as during these days I had every opportunity of being daily, I may say hourly, attentive to the phenomena connected with it, both here and in Maryland, I send you the result of my observations.

The first day of their appearance their numbers were comparatively few, the second they came by myriads; and yet a day or two might pass before they reached their full number. I happened to be abroad the bright sunny morning which might be called the day of their birth. At early morning, the insect, ia the pupa state, may be observed issuing from the earth in every direction, by the help of a set of strongly barbed claws on the fore legs. Its colour is then of a uniform dull brown, and it strongly resembles the perfect insect in form, excepting the absence of wings, ornament, and antennæ. The first impulse of the imperfect insect, on detaching itself from its grave, is to ascend a few inches, or even feet, up the trunks of trees, at the foot of which their holes appear in the greatest number, or upon the rail fences, which are soon thickly sprinkled with them. In these positions they straightway fix themselves firmly by their barbed claws. Half an hour's observation will then show you the next change which is to be undergone. A split takes place upon the shell, down from the back of the head to the commencement of the rings of the abdomen, and the labour of self-extrication follows With many a throe and many a strain, you see the tail and hind legs appear through the rent, then the wings extricate themselves painfully from a little case in the outer shell, in which they lie exquisitely folded up, but do not yet unfurl themselves; and lastly, the head, with its antennæ, disengages itself, and you behold before you the new-born insect freed from its prison. The slough is not disengaged, but remains firmly fixed in the fibres of the wood; and the insect, languidly crawling a few inches, remains as it were in a dose of wonder and astonishment. It is rather under an inch in length, and appears humid and tender; the colours are dull, the eye glazed, the legs feeble, and the wings for a while after they are opened, appear crumpled and unelastic. All this passes before the sun has gained his full strength. As the day advances, the colours of the insect become more lively; the wings attain their full stretch, and the body dries and is braced up for its future little life of activity and enjoyment.

Between ten and eleven, the newly-risen tribes begin to tune their instruments; you become conscious of a sound, filling the air far and wide, different from the ordinary ones which may meet your ear. A low dis tinct hum salutes you, turn where you will. It may be compared to the simmering of an enormous caul

generation passes away; the surface of the country is altered-lands are reclaimed from the forest-streets are laid out and trampled on for years-houses are built, and pavements hide the soil.

dron, it swells, imperceptibly changes its character, | The recollection of their existence begins to fade; a and becomes fuller and sharper-thousands seem to join in, and by an hour after mid-day, the whole country far and wide rings with the unwonted sound. The insects are now seen lodged in or flying about the foliage above; a few hours having been thus sufficient to give them full strength and activity, and bring them into full voice.

Well may the schoolboy and the young curly-headed negro rejoice at the sound, for their hands will never want a plaything for many days to come. Well may the birds of the forest rejoice, for this is the season of plenty for them; the pigs and poultry, too, they fatten on the innumerable swarms which before many days will cover the ground in the decline of their strength. The pretty insect, for it is truly such, with its dark body, red eyes, and its glassy wings interlaced by bright yellow fibres, enjoys but a little week; and that merry harping which pervades creation from sunrise to sundown, for the time of its continuance is but of some six days' duration. Its character would be almost impossible to describe, though it rings in my ears every time I think of the insect. Like all those of its tribe, the sound produced is not a voice, but a strong vibration of musical chords produced by the action of internal muscles upon a species of lyre, or elastic membrane, covered with network, and situated under the wings, the action of which I have often witnessed. The female insect may utter a faint sound, but how I do not know-it is the male who is endowed with the powerful means of instrumentation which I have described. Though the sound is generally even and continuous as long as the insect is uninterrupted, yet there is a droll variety observable at times; but what it expresses, whether peculiar satisfaction or jealousy, or what other passion, I cannot divine. It has been well described by the word Pharo the first syllable being long and sustained, and connected with the second, which is pitched nearly an octave lower, by a drawling smorzando descent.

During the whole period of their existence, the closest attention does not detect their eating anything; and with the exception of the trifling injury received by the trees consequent upon the process observed by the female in laying her eggs-which I will describe immediately-they are perfectly innoxious. The end to which they seem to be sent to the upper day is purely confined to the propagation of their species. A few days after their first appearance, the female begins to lay her eggs. She is furnished with an ovapositor,

situated in a sheath on the abdomen, composed of two serrated hard parallel spines, which she has the power of working with an alternate perpendicular motion. When her time comes, she selects of the outermost twigs of the forest trees or shrubs, and sets to work, and makes a series of longitudinal jagged incisions in the tender bark and wood. In each of these she lays a row of tiny eggs, and then goes to work again. Having deposited to her heart's content, she crawls up the twig a few inches yet further from the termination, and placing herself in a fitting position, makes two or three perpendicular cuts into the very pith. Her duty is now terminated. Both male and female become weak; the former ceases to be tuneful; the charm of their existence is at an end; they pine away, become blind, fall to the ground by myriads, and in ten or fifteen days after their first appearance, they all perish. Not so, however, their seed. The perforated twigs die, the first wind breaks them from the tree, and scatters them upon the ground. The eggs give birth to a number of small grubs, which are thus enabled to attain the mould without injury; and in it they disappear, digging their way down into the bosom of the earth. Year goes after year-summer after summer, the sun shines in vain to them-they "bide their time!"

Still though man may almost forget their existence, God does not. What their life is in the long interval none can divine. Traces of them have been found in digging wells and foundations, eight and ten feet under the surface. When seventeen years have gone by, the memory of them returns, and they are expected. A cold wet spring may retard their appearance, but never since the attention of man has been directed to them, have they failed-but at the appointed time, by one common impulse, they rise from the earth, piercing their way through the matted sod, through the hard trampled clay of the pathways, through the gravel, between the joints of the stones and pavements, and into the very cellars of the houses-like their predecessors, to be a marvel in the land, to sing their blithe song of love and enjoyment under the bright sun, and amidst the verdant landscape; like them, to fulfil the brief duties of their species, and close their mysterious existence by death. We are still children in the small measure of our knowledge and comprehension with regard to the phenomena of the natural world.

CHRISTIAN TREASURY.

What are your motives to Liberality?—You have given, you say, to the cause of Christian philanthropy. But, it may be inquired, when have you given? Has it been only when your sensibility has taken you by surprise? or when a powerful appeal has urged you to the duty? or when the example, or the presence, of others, has left you no alternative? or when the prospect of being published as a donor, tempted your ostentation? or when importunity annoyed you? or when under the passing influence of a fit of generosity? We would not too curiously analyse the composition of any apparent virtue; nor would we have you to suspend the practice of charity till you can be perfectly certain that your motives are unmixed. But we would affectionately remind you that if you have given to God at such times only, it proves to a demonstration that you are covetous at all other times. Your covetousness is a

habit-your benevolence only an act; or, rather, it is only the momentary suspension of your prevailing habit; and, as the circumstance that a man enjoys lucid intervals does not exempt him from being classed among the insane, so your accidental and occasional charities still leave you in the ranks of the covetous.— Rev. J. HARRIS. (Mammon.)

Christ looked on Peter.-My brethren, how expressive was that look! How eloquent were these eyes! Never was discourse so energetic. Never did orator Jesus looked on express himself with so much force. Peter! It was the man of griefs complaining of a new burden added to that under the pressure of which pitying a soul about to destroy itself. he already groaned. It was the compassionate Saviour It was the apostle of our salvation preaching in bonds. It was the subduer of the heart, the omnipotent God, repressing the efforts of the devil and depriving him of his prey.-SAURIN. (Sermons.)

Price paid for the Salvation of Man.-We have been bought with agony and bloody sweat; with tears and groans; with writhings of the body, and woundings of the spirit; with the torture of the cross, and the life of God; amidst darkness and fearful signs, and the rending of the rocks, and the bursting of the tombs. All that the frame and the spirit of man could endure, was suf fered for us; and all that the love and mercy of God could give was lavished upon our salvation.— Wolfe's Remains,

SACRED POETRY.

THERE IS A WORLD TO COME.
BY CAPTAIN HAMILTON DUNDAS.
OH! is it joy we feel, or pain,
When, after many a year,

We pause, and turn our thoughts again
On things that once were dear?

Each back-reverted glance revives
Some happy moment of our lives,
Or sets before our view

Some scene in which we bore a part,
Some early feeling of the heart,

When every wish was new.

And Oh! though time's rude hand may nip
Each pleasure of the soul;
Although the draught no more we sip,
The sweets still linger on the lip,
If nectar filled the bowl.

Yet still; each object may awake

A throb of anguish keen;
Some cherished fond illusion break;
Some solace from the spirit take;
A melancholy contrast make

With what we once have been.
Thus we may reckon every stage,
Through life we've journey'd o'er,
As on the way from youth to age,

We hasten more and more;
And while we read, on memory's page,
The pangs no pity could assuage,

Or joys unfelt before;
Then rises somehow in our heart,-
Though fain we would allay the smart,-
A pain with which we're loath to part,
Deep rankling in its core.

We look around. The fields are green,
We loved to sport among ;

Though clouds and storms have passed between,
Unchanged the soft blue sky I ween,
The river, bright in silver sheen,

Unchanged still flows along;

Still sweetly from the sheltering boughs,-
Soft as a lover's whispered vows,-

The linnet pours her song.

And I alone am changed indeed!
The minutes as they fly,
Still hasten, with resistless speed,
The hour when I shall die.
Yes! such at last must be my lot
To die, forgetting and forgot.

The breeze shall gently wave

The flowers that from my dust shall spring,-
The sun shall shine,-the bird shall sing,-
Youth's happy hours their flight shall wing,-
New summers shall their garlands fling,
Unchanging o'er my grave!

Yet Oh! when in my saddest vein,
I ponder thus alone,

And, with the waywardness of pain,
Weep over what is gone,
Methinks I see a beacon bright,
Gilding, with mild and heavenly light,
The darkness of my gloom.
Brighter and brighter shines the ray
That lights me on my lonely way,
While some kind spirit seems to say,-
"There is a world to come.'

MISCELLANEOUS.

The benefit of Sabbath School Teaching.-At the annual meeting of the Sunday School Union, in 1824, the Rev. Jacob Stanley said he would relate a fact respecting a Sunday scholar. Some years ago, there was a widow in Staffordshire, whose son attended the sunday school, but he did not at first regard the religious instructions he had received. He became wild and profligate; he enlisted as a soldier, and was several years on the continent. Another young man, from the same town, was proceeding to join his regi ment, and called on the poor widow to ask her if she had any thing to send to her son. She said she was very poor, she had no money to send, and, if she had, it might do him no good, but that she could send him a Bible; and she added, 66 Give my love to him, and tell him that it is my earnest wish that he would reed this book; and, beginning at Matthew, that he would read one chapter every day." The young man took the Bible, and when he joined the regiment, he found out his townsman, who asked him, "Well, have you seen the old woman, and how is she?" "She is well, has sent you this present, a Bible; and she desired me to say that it was her request, and perhaps her last request, that you would read a chapter in it every day." "Well," replied he, "I will comply with her request, on condition that you will join with me in reading this chapter." The engagement was made, and they read to the third chapter of John, with which they were much struck; they requested and obtained an explanation of it from a pious sergeant; the Holy Spirit applied the subject to their minds, both of them became the subject of godly sorrow, and attained that peace which passeth all understanding. Soon after they were called into an engagement, the son of the widow was wounded, and carried into the rear by his comrade. When the battle was over, he went to look for his wounded comrade, he found him with that Bible open which had been the means of his conversion; it was covered with his blood, his spirit had fled. He took up the Bible, and on his return waited on the widowed mother, and presented her with it. Now of what use would the Bible have been to this young man had he not been taught, by means of the Sabbath school, to read it? Mr Windham.-In Mr Amyot's Account of the Life of the late Mr Windham," prefixed to the edition of that gentleman's speeches in Parliament, is the following anecdote :-Nothing, says Mr Amyot, so highly offended him, as any careless or irreverent use of the name of the Creator. I remember, that ou reading a letter addressed to him, in which the words, "My God!" had been made use of on a light occasion, he hastily snatched a pen, and before he would finish the letter, blotted out the misplaced oxclamation.

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