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in the course of the few hundred yards that the little procession had to move over from his bed to his grave, were shaking hands quietly but cheerfully, and inquiring ăfter the welfare of each other's families. There, a small knot of neighbors were speaking, without exaggeration, of the respectable character which the deceased had bornè, and mentioning to one another little incidents of his life, some of them so remote as to be known only to the gray-headed persons of the groupe ; while a few yards farther removed from the spot, were standing together parties who discussed ordinary concerns, altogether unconnected with the funeral, such as the state of the markets, the promise of the season, or change of tenants; but still with a sobriety of manner and voice, that was insensibly produced by the influence of the simple ceremony now closed, by the quiet graves around, and the shadow of the spire and gray walls of the house of God.

Two men yet stood together at the head of the grave, with countenances of sincere, but unimpassioned grief. They were brothers, the only sons of him who had been buried. And there was something in their situation that naturally kept the eyes of many directed upon them. for a long time, and more intently, than would have been the case, had there been nothing more observable about them than the common symptoms of a common sorrow. But these two brothers, who were now standing at the head of their father's grave, had for some years been totally estrānged from each other, and the only words that had păssed between them, during all that time, had been uttered within a few days păst, during the necessary preparations for the old man's funeral.

No deep and deadly quarrel was between these brothers, and neither of them could distinctly tell the cause of this unnatural estrāngement. Perhaps dim jealousies of their father's favor-selfish thoughts that will sometimes force themselves into poor men's hearts, respecting temporal ex. pectations—unaccommodating manners on both sides tâunting words that mean little when uttered, but which rankle and fester in remembrance-imagined opposition of interests, that, duly considered, would have been found one and the same-these, and many other causes, slight when single, but strong when rising up together in one baneful band, had gradually but fatally infected their hearts, till at lăst they who in youth had been seldom separate, and truly attached, now met at market, and, miserable to say, at church, with dark and averted faces, like different clansmen during a feud.

Surely if any thing could have softened their hearts to. wards cach other, it must have been to stand silently, side by side, while the earth, stones, and clods, were falling down upon their father's coffin. And doubtless their hearts were so softened. But pride, though it cannot prevent the holy affections of nature from being felt

, may prevent them from being shown; and these two brothers stood there together, determined not to let each other know the mutual tenderness that, in spite of them, was gushing up in their hearts, and teaching them the unconfessed folly and wick. edness of their causeless quarrel.

A head-stone had been prepared, and a person came forward to plănt it. The elder brother directed him how to place it a plain stone with a sand-glăss, skull, and crossbones, chiselled not rudely, and a few words inscribed. The younger brother regarded the operation with a trou. bled eye, and said, loudly enough to be heard by several of the by-standers, “ William, this was not kind in you ; you should have told me of this. I loved my father as well as you could love him. You were the elder, and, it may be, the favorite son; but I had a right in nature to have joined you in ordering this head-stone, had I not ?!!

During these words, the stone was sinking into the earth, and many persons who were on their way from the grave returned. For a while the elder brother said nothing, for he had a consciousness in his heart that he ought to have consulted his father's son in designing this lăst becoming mark of affection and respect to his memory, so the stone was plănted in silence, and now stood erect, decently and simply among the other unostentatious memorials of the humble dead.

The inscription merely gave the name and age of the deceased, and told that the stone had been erected “ by his affectionate sons.” The sight of these words seemed to soften the displeasure of the angry man, and he said, somewhat more mildly, “ Yes, we were his affectionate sons, and since my name is on the stone, I am satisfied, brother. We have not drawn together kindly of late years, and perhaps never may; but I acknowledge and respect your worth ; and here, before our own friends, and before the friends of our father, with my foot above his head, I express

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my willingness to be on other and better terms with you, and if we cannot command love in our hearts, let us, at least, brother, bar out all unkindness.”

The minister, who had attended the funeral, and had something entrusted to him to say publicly before he left the church-yard, now came forward, and åsked the elder brother, why he spake not regarding this matter. that there was something of a cold, and sullen pride rising up in his heart, for not easily may any man hope to dismiss from the chamber of his heart even the vilest guest, if once cherished there. With a solemn, and almost severe air, he looked upon the relenting man, and then, chänging his countenance into serenity, said gently,

Bchold how good a thing it is,

And how becoming well,
Together such as brethren are,

In unity to dwell. The time, the place, and this beautiful expression of a natural sentiment, quite overcame a heart, in which many kind, if not warm, affections dwelt; and the man thus appealed to, bowed down his head and wept. your hand, brother ;” and it was given, while a murmur of satisfaction arose from all present, and all hearts felt kindlier and more humanely towards each other.

As the brothers stood fervently, but composedly, grăsping each other's hand, in the little hollow that lay between the grave of their mother, long since dead, and of their father, whose shroud was haply not yet still from the fall of dust to dust, the minister stood beside them with a pleasant countenance, and said, “I must fulfil the promise I made to your father on his death-bed. I must read to you a few words which his hand wrote at an hour when his tongue denied its office. I must not

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your duty to your old father ; for did he not often beseech you, apart from one another, to be reconciled, for your own sakes as Christians, for his sake, and for the sake of the mother who bare you, and, Stephen, who died that you might be born ? When the palsy struck him for the lăst time, you were both · absent, nor was it your fault that you were not beside the old man when he died.

“ As long as sense continued with him here, did he think of you two, and of you two alone. Tears were in his eyes ; I saw them there, and on his cheek too, when no breath came from his lips. But of this no more. He died with

• My sons,

this paper in his hand; and he made me know that I was to read it to you over his grave. I now obey him. if you will let my bones lie quiet in the grave, near the dust of your mother, depart not from my burial till, in the name of God and Christ, you promise to love one another as you used to do. Dear boys, receive my blessing.'”

Some turned their heads away to hide the tears that needed not to be hidden,-and when the brothers had released each other from a long and sobbing embrace, many went up to them, and, in a single word or two, expressed their joy at this perfect reconcilement. The brothers themselves walked away from the church-yard, arm in arm with the minister to the manse. On the following Sabbath, they were seen sitting with their families in the same pew, and it was observed that they read together off the same Bible when the minister gave out the text, and that they sang together, taking hold of the same psalm-book. The same psalm was sung, (given out at their own request) of which one verse had been repeated at their father's grave; a larger sum than usual was on that Sabbath found in the plate for the poor, for Love and Charity are sisters. And ever čfter, both during the peace and the troubles of this life, the hearts of the brothers were as one, and in nothing were they divided.

LESSON CXX.

Lines written in a Highland Glen.-WILSON.

To whom belongs this valley fair,
That sleeps beneath the fiimy air,

Even like a living thing?
Silent--as infant at the breast-
Save a still sound that speaks of rest,

That streamlet's murmuring !

The heavens appear to love this vale ;
Here clouds with unseen motion sail,

Or mid the silence lie !
By that blue arch, this beauteous earth,
Mid evening's hour of dewy mirth,

Seems bound unto the sky.

Oh! that this lovely vale were minem
Then from glad youth to calm decline,

My years would gently glide ;
Hope would rejoice in endless dreams,
And Memory's oft-returning gleams

By peace be sanctified.
There would unto my soul be given,
From presence of that gracious Heaven,

A piety sublime;
And thoughts would come of mystic mood,
To make, in this deep solitude,

Eternity of Time !

And did I ask to whom belonged
This vale ? I feel that I have wronged

Nature's most gracious soul !
She spreads her glories o'er the earth,
And all her children from their birth

Are joint heirs of the whole !
Yea! long as Nature's humblest child
Hath kept her temple undefiled

By sinful sacrifice,
Earth's fairest scenes are all his own,
He is a monarch, and his throne

Is built amid the skies.

LESSON CXXI.

The young Herdsman.-WORDSWORTH. From early childhood, even, as hath been said, From his sixth year, he had been sent abroad In summer to tend herds: such was his task Thenceforward till the latter day of youth. 0, then, what soul was his, when on the tops Of the high mountains, he beheld the sun Rise up and bathe the world in light! He looked Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth, And ocean's liquid mass beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces did he read

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