and by his stripes are we healed and pardoned. O sir, pardon James for my sake, and let me endure the pain. I can bear it better than he." “ But your brother does not seek pardon for himself, why should you feel this anx. iety, my dear Paul ; does he not deserve correction ?” “0 yes, sir, he has broken the rules of the school, after repeated warnings: you have said he must suffer, therefore, as I know you would not speak an untruth, and the laws must be kept, and he is sullen and will not repent, what can be done, sir ?

Please to take me because I am stronger than he.” The boy then threw his arms around his brother's neck, and wetted his sulky hardened face with tears of tenderness. This was rather more than poor James could stand firmly. His tears began to flow, his heart melted, he sought forgiveness, and embraced his brother. Mr. K. clasped both in his arms, and prayed for a blessing on them from Him, of whom it is said, “He was wounded for our transgressions, and bruised for our iniquities,”


And death must smile, and death must

smile, "Be young, be old prepared to fall;" The flower may fade before 'tis night,

The flower must bow to winter's thrall.

The flowers that fade, the flowers that

fade, Tell of revolving days and years ; The sound speaks through the silent

shade, “ And’mid the music of the spheres."

FLOWERS. The budding flowers, the budding flowers

Are smiling thro' the wintry blast; They hail the joyful summer hours,

They point to days that fly too fast. The joys of youth, the joys of youth Know not the frowning cloud of sor.

row; Then blooms the bud of holy truth ; But oh! the flower may fade to-mor.

row. The blooming flowers, the blooming

flowers, How sweet they shine in summer's

reign; How beauteous, 'mid the summer

showers, They smile above the stormy scene. The path of life, the path of life,

Beholds full many a cloudless sky; But oh! its cares, and pains, and strife,

Full often tell a tempest nigh. The drooping flowers, the drooping

flowers Tell us that summer's days have

flown; No more they gild our favourite bowers,

And winter now usurps the throne. The joys of time, the joys of time

Must droop, must fade away, must die ; But still we hold the hope sublime,

There's brighter joys beyond the sky. The dying flowers, the dying flowers Have shed their leaflets on the

ground; And autumn's swiftly waning hours

Will cast a veil of sadness round.

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Then in the paradise above,
Where fruits and flowers eternal

bloom, We'll sing of “ love, immortal love,” That led us through this world of

gloom. Deptford.

Edwin P. Hood.

Deformed and vile-if thou hast bowed

thine heart To learn of Jesus—o'er thy weary soul, In that dark hour of trial, there shall


Immortal happiness—the living peace Of God's own love—the sympathy of

heaven, Noiseless, as in the trembling of a leaf That blue-eyed night hath dropped a

tear upon, But deep and powerful, as the burning

ray That gilds the diadem of coming day. Aye, he shall lead thee, weary of the

world, By heavenly pastures, and allay the

thirst Of thine undying intellect, beside The crystal waters of eternal life.


TO A CHILD. Joy to thy spirit, gentle, blue eyed girl, Thou of the merry heart and laughing

eye. Albeit, the world is dark, thou hast not

known Its sorrow yet—God keep thee from it,

child. The way of life seems beautiful, and

like The flowers of Eden-fragrant : even the

voice Of earth's far discord, hath been tem

pered so In violet fields, it cometh to thine ear Like gentle music in a summer's dream. Smile on-aye, smile, bright thing

would it might be For ever thus : it is not in my heart To mar thy lovely vision, for when life Becomes a certainty,—when in the

strength Of its immortal energy, thy soul, Bursting young fancy's thraldom, shall

go forth To its high destiny,-earth will not be So witching fair as now,—and thou wilt

love, With a strange earnestness, to bathe thy

heart In cherished memories,—and through

the shade Of the dim past, as beams the polar star To the tired mariner, with warm delight And soothing gentleness, upon thy soul Shall come the vision of thine early days; Till thou shalt sigh for childhood o'er

again. Yet now, smile on, sweet child ! 'twere

ill to crush The opening bud, although the flower

must fade. Aye, fade ; yet when the garden of the

world Becomes a desert—when its gems and

pride Sink to the dust-when all its beauty


By Richard Ruegg.
Why do we mourn the dead?
Her ransom'd spirit's fled, -
Fled with a smile of love,
To meet her God above.

She is gone, she is gone,

But we will not weep;
O! why should we mourn

For the bless'd that sleep?


A pilgrim while below,-
A child of pain and woe,
Want, grief, and misery,
Sorrow and vanity!

She has gone away,

On angel wings;
To the light of day

Her spirit springs.

Her bright eye ever seal'd ;Her cheek no smile reveal'd ;Her raven hair lay loose, Luxuriant and profuse.

CHORUS. But her spirit free,

'Midst the cherub host, In eternity

In love is lost.


Pale as the wintry snow,
Her lip has lost its glow;
Still as the broken lyre,-
To us—her spirits fire.

But in love she dwells;

There her beauties shine;
And her music swells,

With the choir divine.

The master of the ship did say,
That they should quickly reach the bay

Of Man, without disaster;
But, lo, the northern wind prevails,
And drives them to the coast of Wales ;

When thus began the master : “ Although to Man we could not get, I hope, my lord, I shall not yet

Incur your lordship's anger; For Providence has chang'd the wind; From whence, 'tis plain, it was design'd

That you should come to BANGOR."

Why do we vainly weep?
Pleasant and calm her sleep;
She sinks in Jesu's rest-
The dwelling of the blest :

CHORUS. Where tears never flow,

Her bliss to alloy ; Nor grief a shadow throw,

On undecaying joy.

THE VOYAGE. The following lines were written upon Bishop Hildersley's safe arrival in the Isle of Man, after being driven to the Welsh coast, on his first voyage to Liverpool to take possession of the dio. cese, in August, 1755; their humour will commend them to the attention of our readers. Whilst toss'd about with storms of wind, And to his cabin close confin'd,

The bishop was reflecting
How all things, surely, here below
Are brought about, we know not how,

By Providence directing :

TRANSUBSTANTIATION. Luis de Leon, a Spanish poet, has left us these lines on the real presence, which appear to us well worthy of preservation, If this we see be bread, how can it last, So constantly consum'd, yet always here? If this be God, then how can it appear Bread to the eye, and seem bread to the

taste ? If bread, why is it worshipp'd by the

baker ? If God, can such a space a God com

prise ? If bread, how is it it confounds the wise ? If God, how is it that we eat our Maker? If bread, what good can such a morsel do? If God, how is it we divide it so? If bread, such saving virtue could it

give ? If God, how could I see and touch it

thus ? If bread, how could it come from heaven

to us? If God, how can I look at it and live?


PERSECUTION.-To banish, imprison, starve, hang, and burn men for their religion, is not the gospel of Christ, but the gospel of the devil. Where persecution begins, Christianity ends; and if the name of it remains, the spirit is gone. Christ never used any thing that looked like force or violence, except once, and that was to drive bad men out of the temple, and not to drive them in. -Dr. Jortin.

houses were suppressed by a proclamation of King Charles II., as being “ places where the disaffected meet, and spread scandalous reports concerning the conduct of his Majesty and his ministers." This prohibition was a short time after repealed, not as opposed to the revenue. Query, was John Bull then, what he is now ?-Andrews's Anecdotes, 1789.

COFFEE-Houses.-In 1675, coffee.

COFFEE.—The consumption of coffee in Great Britain is about 10,000 tons ;

wind; at her side lay the weeds she had rooted out. She went round the whole spot again and again, anxiously pulling up every blade of grass; then gazed for a few seconds on the grave, walked towards the gate, and hurried out of the church-yard.--Russell's Tour in Germany.

France, 20,000 tons; in the Nether. lands, 40,000 tons ; Spain and Portugal, 10,000 tons ; Germany and the Baltic, 32,000 tons; United States, 15,000 tons : total consumption, 127,000 tons. Of this large quantity, the British West Indies do not produce more than 30,000,000 lbs., or 13,392 tons; while the island of Java alone yields 20,000 tons ; Cuba about 15,000 tons ; St. Domingo nearly 16,000 tons; the Dutch West India colonies, 5,000 tons; the French ditto and Bourbon, 8,000 tons; and the Brazils and Spanish Main, fully 32,000. Our East India colonies are capable of yielding excellent coffee to an indefinite amount.

EFFECT OF BEAUTY.-Bishop Dupoy invited one day to dinner two clergymen and three ladies; he noticed that during the whole repast the youngest of the two clergymen had his eyes steadily fixed on one of the ladies, who was very handsome. The bishop, after dinner, when the ladies had retired, asked him what he thought of the lady he had just been looking at. The clergyman answered, “My lord, in looking at the lady, I was reflecting that her beautiful forehead will one day be covered with wrinkles; that the coral on her lips will pass to her eyes, the vivacity of which will be extinguished; that the ivory of her teeth will be changed to ebony; that to the lilies and roses of her complexion, the withered appearance of care will succeed; that her fine soft skin will become a dry parchment; that her agreeable smiles will be converted into grimaces ; and at length, she will become the antidote of love.” “I am glad," said the bishop, “ that the sight of a fine woman should have inspired a young man with such profound and suitable meditations."

GERMAN CEMETERIES. -- Beyond Frankfort, on the great road to Breslau, there is almost as little to interest the eye as before; the Oder is left to the right, and the verdure which clothes its banks is the only beauty that nature wears. A solitary enclosure, on the summit of a small rising ground, turned out to be a Jewish burying-place, as lonely in its situation, and as neglected in its appearance, as can well be imagined. In so dreary a scene, these habitations of the dead look doubly dreary. The inscriptions were all in Hebrew, and the stones were overgrown with tall rank grass. The Christian cemeteries, on the contrary, in this part of Germany, are kept with great neatness. Every

ry grave is, in general, a flower bed. Í walked out one morning to the great cemetery of Berlin, to visit the tomb of Klaproth, which is merely a cross, and announces nothing but his name and age. Close by, an elderly-looking woman, in decent mourning, was watering the flowers with which she had planted the grave of an only daughter, as the sexton afterwards told me, who had been interred the preceding week. The grave formed nearly a square of five feet. It was divided into little beds, all crossed, kept with great care, and adorned with the simplest flowers. Evergreens, intermixed with daisies, were ranged round the borders, little clumps of violets and forget-me-not were scattered in the interior, and, in the centre, a solitary lily hung down its lan. guishing blossom. The broken-hearted mother had just watered it, and tied it to a little stick to secure it against the

RASHNESS. “Beware of desperate steps : the darkest

day, Live till to-morrow—will have passed away.”


THE BLUSH OF MODESTY. - It is nature's alarm at the approach of sin, and her testimony to the dignity of virtue.

ECONOMY,- It is the duty of every man, whatever may be his circumstances in life, to be economical in his expenditure. Uninterrupted health and ability to earn, are not guaranteed to man, neither is good fortune the certain concomitant either of enterprize or skill in any profession. Poverty may overtake

better of either by his neighbours or the world.

a man when he least expects it, and then if he has been lavish in his expenditure, it will be the cause of most bitter regret. Public opinion is so much a slave of passion, that cases may occur in which it will be truly economical for a man to wear a dress that cost eight or ten dollars per yard; it would, perhaps, be very injurious to his prospects if he did not ; but such cases rarely, if ever, occur in the ordinary walks of life. Generally, men dress more expensively than the strictest prudence would dic tate. Such a person is not thought the

WIT DEARLY BOUGHT.-I will tell you, said a man, not long since, when conversing with a friend on the subject of temperance; I will tell you how much it cost me to open my eyes on this subject. I commenced house-keeping with a barrel of new rum on the tap. I continued in this way till I had trained up my oldest son to be a drunk. ard. Then my eyes were opened.

Domestic and Foreign Intelligence.

LONDON AND MIDDLESEX. DEAF AND DUMB FAMILIES.—Many In the last report it was stated, that, persons, who have never known any, or in a great number of cases, both perhaps not more than one, deaf and amongst the men and the women, the dumb individual in the immediate circle insanity had been caused by spiritin which they lived, would be astonished drinking. It is to be lamented that this to read the lists of applications circu. ensnaring vice has continued to be prolated by the committee for the Asylum ductive of the same misery in the year in the Kent-road, which usually contain that is just past. Many cases have been nearly a hundred names. The most re- brought to us, which from the symptoms markable fact, however, which these they have exhibited, were no doubt the lists present is, the number of deaf and consequence of this practice; and applidumb children frequently found in the cations have lately been made for the same families, evidently in consequence admission of others, in which intempeof the continued operation of some un rance has been stated as the sole cause. known cause connected with the parents. Nor can this be wondered at, when it is Three, four, and five deaf and dumb recollected that at this period of the children are not uncommonly met with year, the worse than foolish custom of in one family, and, in some instances, giving Christmas-boxes to all the lower there have been as many as seven. In classes of society so generally prevails. the family of a labourer, out of ten These donations in their origin were, no children, seven are deaf and dumb. doubt, given for the purpose of, and exThe result of a table of twenty families, pended in, procuring the little comforts just published, is ninety deaf and dumb which every kind heart would wish their out of one hundred and fifty-nine. fellow-creatures to enjoy, with sobriety,

at this returning season. But not only

has the general necessity for these gifts, INTEMPERANCE.—The annual “ Re in money at least, long since ceased, port of the Middlesex and Pauper Lu. from the circumstances of the receivers natic Asylum,” has been lately published; being so materially changed; but the from which we select the following no mode of expending the donation has tice concerning the effects of drinking now so greatly changed also, that it ardent spirits, written by Dr. Ellis, the has in reality become a serious evil. intelligent and humane physician of that There are, no doubt, many worthy exestablishment. The entire document is ceptions ; but the great mass of the replete with interest, and shows the be people, from this source devote themneficial influence of cheerfulness and selves, as long as the means last, to moderate exercise upon persons afflicted drunkenness, and sink themselves to with insanity.

the lowest depths of human degrada

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