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“And would'st thou have a ruddy nose,
A blotched face and vacant eye,
A form and figure all awry,
Thus spoke the voice and fled,
But I thought on what it said,
To be persuasive, you must be sincere; you must utter, “veræ voces ab imo pectore,” si vis me flere, Aendum est tibi.
Thou art gone
but we will not deplore thee;
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee;
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.
Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking,
Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;
And the song which thou heard'st was the Seraphim's song. Thou art gone to the grave; but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide;
In this sacred house of prayer?
We come ere earthly sorrows
We give ourselves to God.
We stand before His presence,
Our Saviour, King, enlist.
While the aged pastor prays ?
We kneel in supplication,
The last “ Amen” has sounded,
In Heaven by seraph's song. Youths and maidens, earth will wonder,
Should ye keep these high resolves,
We know it, but our Saviour
Earth smiles and frowns in vain.
Dwell intrenched in every heart,
Taught by the Holy Spirit,
Youths and maidens, ye have taken
Solemn and eternal vows,
Who Jehovah's cause espouse.
Beautiful and fair ye stand, Now like vessels richly freighted,
Bound to Canaan's happy land.
Youths and maidens, then, be faithful,
Snares beset you thickly round; Praying, watching, striving, trusting,
Ever conquering be ye found.
If His grace hath made you willing
In His strength to "serve the Lord,"
Vol. i., p. 130.
WHICH WAS THE GREATER FOOL ? In a sermon, preached by Bishop Hall, upon his eightieth birthday, he relates the following story :-“There was a certain lord who kept a fool in his house, as many a great man did in those days for their pleasure; to whom this lord gave a staff, and charged him to keep it, till he should meet with one who was a greater fool than himself; and, if he met with such a one, to deliver it over to him. Not many years after, his lord fell sick, and indeed was sick unto death. His fool came to see him, and was told by his sick lord that he must now shortly leave him. “And whither wilt thou go ?” said the fool. “Into another world,” said the lord. “And when wilt thou come again ?— Within a month?" “ No."
“ Within a year ?” “ No." " When then?” “ Never.' “Never! and what provision hast thou made for thy entertainment there whither thou goest ?” “None at all.” “No?" said the fool, at all? Here, take my staff then. Art thou going away for ever, and hast taken no order, whence thou shalt never return? Take my staff, for I am not guilty of any such folly as this.”
THE SOLDIER'S TEAR.
UPON the hill he turned
She breath'd a prayer for him-
he could not hear;
Thomas Haynes Bayly.
THERE's a land that bears a world-known name,
Tho' 'tis but a little spot;
And who shall aver it is not ?
In arms, in art, in song,
To that little land belong.
No matter when or where ;
Is more than the strongest dare.
Have carried the palm of the brave,
But never float o'er a slave.
The wrong'd and the weak to defend ;
As it does for a soul-bound friend.