Dimas turned all he touched to gold, (so say the fabled tales of yore,) Ere long he found what most he wished, he most had reason to deplore; Leave sordid joys to sordid minds, and vain amusements to the vain ; Soon, Dimas-like, they each will find their wishes realized their bane. Come, quickly, to my unfurled banner, ere youth's buoyancy has fled, Or Time throws his mantle o'er you, and with silverings decks your head, Uninfluenced by my maxims, you will bow to Folly's shrine, Lured by her deceitful pleasures, you will with her votaries join; Listen to my frequent callings, youthful wanderers through life's maze, And my paths will yield you solace when your youthful bloom decays, 'Round you shed celestial comforts when you mostly need their aid, Cheer Death's dreary, untried valley, light its dark and dismal shade, Wide unfurl the pearly portals! you receive to perfect bliss, Who would choose ephemeral pleasures, and refuse a lot like this? TO MISS M. J. S. THE REMONSTRANCE. Child of my loved, now disembodied friend, And in our frequent interviews, would try For this employed the grass that clothes the field, The shade of twilight, and the solar blaze, The rill, the stream, the zephyr, and the breeze That fans the opening flower, or rustles through the trees, The foaming wave washing the ocean strand, Where boundless grace and richest mercy shine! And thornless pleasures ever-during bloom; Life's term expired, to die without a ray Down dark oblivion's fathomless abyss ! To immortality, and ceaseless bliss. And faithful monitor, D. M. B. THE PILGRIMAGE. TO THE SAME. Recent intelligence has reached mine ear, She with the triflers, leaves her gay attire, She takes a Pilgrim staff, and sandals new She journies with a firm intrepid step, Do all these roads lead to one temple fair? Why then such zeal for different forms, and aims, If all at last meet at one banquet there? But ah! too frequently these guides contend, Most wise decision! here too many err, Of far more worth than mines of choicest gold. These precepts to obey shall be my aim; They 're stamped with truth and sealed with blood divine. Led by this priceless chart, she soon repairs +Where Christian Pilgrims their glad anthems raise; And each glad Pilgrim offers silent praise; And take HIS NAME, which she henceforth shall wear. Oh, happy Pilgrim! from thy sins released, * While it is to be regretted, it is nevertheless a fact, that on this basis the infidel erects his standard and unfurls his banners, and hence, the sincere inquirer after truth, becomes perplexed; but as these all profess to take their creed from the Bible, it is best to go to this fountain-for there is one perfect system taught therein, and should be sought for as for hidden treasure. † In St. John, N. B., there are a company calling themselves Disciples of Jesus Christ. They profess to take the New Testament for their only guide, without creed or comment; happy will it be for them, if they conform to the profession thus made. It was in this place, and before this congregation, that this young lady confessed that she believed that Jesus was the Son of God, and that, being buried in the likeness of his death, she should receive the remission of sins that were past Search to see if she was right. All who in folly's tent do still remain ; Now, Christian Pilgrim, arm thee for the field, Dear Christian Pilgrim! we perhaps may meet Each other on fair Canaan's happy shore. Hallelujah to the Lamb who has purchased our pardon, LINES RECITED AT THE ANNUAL EXHIBITION OF THE BLIND, YORK CITY, ENG., MAY 16, 1843. They tell us of the starry train That sparkle on yon sky of blue, And of the glorious orb of day, That 'lumes the spacious earth we tread, Alas! in vain its golden ray Upon our sightless eyes is shed. They tell us of the landscape fair, The gushing fount, the pleasant shade, |