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TO W. W. E.

Life and Immortality is brought to light through the Gospel,
"What fills my breast with this intense desire ?
Insatiate longings ever to endure;
Life's utmost limits end, its joys expire,
Like these my doom is fixed, my fate is sure.
In vain I to the fiat would be resigned,

And summon fortitude and reason's aid;
My heart recoils, my anxious, active mind,
Would gladly find a refuge from Death's shade."
Ere the rich Gospel rose with rays benign,

No hope appeared the dark profound to illume
The time has come when its rich blessings shine
With pure resplendence o'er the dreary tomb.
Oh! had Socrates, Seneca, or Plato known

Redeeming love would ransom from the grave,
Their philanthropic powers had gladly shown
How boundless grace a guilty world could save.
Engaged in this great work, my Christian Friend,
A Savior's boundless mercy you proclaim;
"Tis yours, this greatest blessing to commend,
Of life immortal through his precious name!
No vain, enthusiastic, baseless dreams,

Or philosophic lore inspires your breast,

But through the Sacred Scripture's gladdening streams, You point the Sinner to the Christian's rest.

LORD'S SUPPER.

SELECTED.

"Do this in remembrance of Me."-King Messiah.

Jesus is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach him not,

And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Savior from our thought.
He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;

And to refresh our minds he gave

These kind memorials of his grace.

The Lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh, and dying blood,
We on the rich provision feed,

We taste the wine and bless our God.
Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem,
Christ and his love fill every thought,
And faith, and hope, be fixed on Him.

While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare for us a place
That we may dwell in heavenly light,
And live forever near his face,
Our eyes look upward to the hill

Whence our returning Lord shall come
We wait his Chariot's awful wheels
To fetch our longing spirits home.

TRUTH.

Substance of a lecture delivered at Park Street Church, Portland, Me., July, 1843, preparatory to a series of lectures, by Rev. J. W., Pastor of said Church, at that time.

Before thy Sacred Altar, Heavenly Truth!
I bow in manhood as I bowed in youth;
Thus let me kneel till this dull form decay,
And life's last shadow brighten in thy ray;
Then let my soul, now lost in clouds below,
Soar without bounds,-without consuming glow!
SIR W. JONES.

Midst bigotry, and wild fanatic flames,
Religious creeds, and anti-scriptural names,
Jehovah's will, as in the gospel shown,
Assumes a basis, steadfast as his throne.
Shall mortals garbed with sacerdotal pride,
One law infringe, or precept set aside-
New-model with their own traditions vain,
What God's own Son in wisdom pleased to ordain?
Honor themselves, his legislation spurn,-

In deep polemic strife, and rancor burn?

To instruct the ignorant, aid the inquiring mind,
Make men's inventions, that so fully blind
And fetter such as would in Christ be free,
Nor through their own opinions sundered be,
My purpose is, while on me firm I gird
Intrinsic truth, and wield the Spirit's sword,
Nor will I shrink from labors most intense,
In which engaged a project so immense,
Shall in the smallest measure be my aid,
Toward its maturity increase be made;
Each morning, noon, each evening shade shall bear
Remembrances of my unceasing care
On truths immortal; and unerring base
Faith's all-important energies to place;

Truth! mighty truth!-when mortal aims expire,
Humbled, on their own grand funereal pyre
Each earth-born project-shall triumphant rise,
Gladdening the earth, and tow'ring to the skies.
Oh! when shall this important, mighty skill,
Scatter the feuds that now the churches fill;
Plant its strong standard, raise its banners high,
Error expel by its own purity,

Like morning clouds when sun-beams gild the sky?

BROTHERLY LOVE.

SELECTED.

"By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye love one another.-The King Messiah.

And is it thus thy followers, Lord,

Evince that they are taught by thee?
Thus do the world, with one accord,
Their union to their Savior see?
Ah! then we mourn, that 'mid the throng,
Who here around thy altars press,
But few, apparently, belong

To such as thou will deign to bless.

Well may the scoffing atheist say
That Christian love is but a name,
Since ranc'rous hatred we betray,

And pleased a brother's faults proclaim.
Well may a selfish world declare,

When we their jealous feuds condemn,
That though the Christian's badge we wear,
In spirit we're allied to them.

Then, urged by love's impelling force,
With generous, self-denying zeal
We should pursue a lofty course,
Nor jealous hate, nor envy feel.

The Savior's name should cause our hearts

To glow with love's ennobling flame;

For 'tis this fruit that best imparts

A title to the Christian name.

P. F.

"Behold, I show you a mystery."-Apostle Paul.

"A mighty monarch, yet compelled to weep,
Life, ah! how brief thy most protracted date;
Each valiant soldier soon in Death must sleep,"

Xerxes once said, and mourned their hapless fate.
Although the sages flourished in his reign,

Nature's fair volume to his wondering eye
Demonstrated the wheat, and other grain

Enshrined in earth, fresh living plants would rise;
Redemption from the grave these never taught,
Confused ideas the sage's labors crowned;
A voice from Heaven, with love and mercy fraught,
Makes known to man the mystery profound.

Perish! it says, the mortal structure must!
But God's own Son, to ransom from the tomb,
Entered its precincts-every barrier burst-
Loosened each fetter, and eternal

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Life, proclaimed through His great name, dispels the gloom.

ON BETHANY COLLEGE.

This noble structure is at length complete;
Here shall religion, art, and science meet,-
Entombed no longer in sectarian mines,
Counter to sacred wisdom's grand designs.
On truth's broad basis, tow'ring to the skies,
Learning shall aid slow reason to arise,
Lead with her silken bands and gentlest care,
Each, who shall to this peaceful dome repair.
Great, and philanthropic must be the mind,
Employed to pour such blessings on mankind,
And though the well-earned mead mortals restrain,
The rich reward in his own breast shall reign.
(But I digress) here truth shall be displayed,
Enriching, renovating, powerful aid,
Temporising not, for 'neath its whelming tide,
High sounding titles, and sectarian pride
Are buried; while upon their ruins rise,
Nicely constructed, heaven-taught harmonies,
Yielding to Zion's king exalted praise, *

While youthful voices gladsome accents raise.

The writer most sincerely and devoutly wishes that these high and boasted aims may be accomplished. Can this be done if equal right to freedom is not inculcated? Can this be done in Virginia?

FAREWELL ADDRESS TO ELDER W. W. EATON.

Beloved brother! Oh, Farewell!
Emotions sad, the breast will swell,
When called to part with thee;
Whatever ills may us betide,

May Heaven's rich grace o'er thee preside,
And thy protection be.

We fondly hoped that thou would 'st dwell

With us, and of salvation tell,

Till we to death should bend;

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