REFLECTIONS ON RETIRING TO REST.

BENTHAM.

It is good, when we lay on the pillow our

head, And the silence of night all around us is

spread, To reflect on the deeds we have done thro'

the day, Nor allow it to pass without profit away. A day_what a trifle!-and yet the amount Of the days we have pass'd form an awful

account: And the time may arrive when the world we

would give, Were it ours, might we have but another to

live.

In whose service have we through the day

been employ'd, And what are the pleasures we mostly en

joyed ?

Our desires and our wishes to what did they

tend To the world we are in, or the world without

end?

Hath the sense of his presence encompassid

us round, Without whom not a sparrow can fall to the

ground ? Have our hearts turn'd to him with devotior

most true, Or been occupied only with things that we

view ?

Have we often reflected how soon we must

go To the mansions of bliss, or the regions of

woe? Have we felt unto God a repentance sin

cere, And in faith to the Saviour of sinners drawn

near ?

REFLECTIONS ON RETIRING TO RE

BENTHAM.

It is good, when we lay on the pillow

head, And the silence of night all around

spread, To reflect on the deeds we have done

the day, Nor allow it to pass without profit awa A day—what a trifle !--and yet the an Of the days we have pass'd form an

account : And the time may arrive when the wo

would give, Vere it ours, might we have but ano

live.

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In whose service have we through t

been employ'd, And what are the pleasures we mo

joyed ?

Let us thus with ourselves solemn conference

hold,

Ere sleep's silken fetters our senses enfold ; And forgiveness implore for the sins of the

day, Nor allow them to pass unrepented away,

CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH.

SOLDIER, go—but not to claim

Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure, Not to build a vaunting name,

Not to dwell in tents of pleasure.
Dream not that the way is smooth,

Hope not that the thorns are roses ;
Turn no wishful eye of youth,
Where the sunny beam reposes ;

Thou hast sterner work to do,

Hosts to cut thy passage through : Close behind thee gulfs are burningForward !--there is no returning.