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4 very moment, you may almost certainly decide what will be your final doom. I ask you, then,-struck with dismay I ask it, not separating my own lot from yours, but placing myself in the same predicament,-I ask you, if Jesus Christ were to appear in this temple, in the midst of this assembly, in judgment, and separate the sheep from the goats, think you the larger portion of us here present would be placed on the right? Think you there would be hall? Do you believe there would be simply ten righteous, which God once did not find in five entire cities ? I ask you,5 you know not. I too am ignorant: Thou only, oh God!

knowest who are thine. But if we know not who belong to God, we are at least certain that the wicked do not. Who, ther, are the righteous in this assembly? Titles, and rank, and riches, must be reckoned as nothing; you will all be stripped of them in the presence of Jesus Christ. Who, then, are here? Many sinners who will not be converted : a still larger number who would, but delay their conversion : some who repent but to relapse again into

sin; and many who think they have no need of conver6 sion—These are the classes of the reprobate. Retrench

these four sorts of sinners from this holy assembly,—they will be retrenched at the great day of accounts. Stand forth now, ye righteous! Where are ye? Remnant of Israel, pass to the right! Wheat of the Lord, separate from this chaff, destined to unquenchable fire! Oh, my God! where are thine elect, and what remains for thy portion !

St. Paul, addressing himself to Christians of all grades and classes, even down to menial servants, exhorts them to be courteous. Courtecusness nust mean, therefore, a something which is within the reach of all sorts of people, and, in its primary and best sense, is exactly such a be havior as spontaneously springs from a heart warm wi 5 benevolence, and unwilling to give needless pain, or ineasiness to a fellow-being.

We have no more right, wantonly or carelessly to wound the mind, than to wound the body of a fellow-being; and, in many instances, the former is the more cruel of the two

Brief Remarker.

Since trifles make the sum of human things,
And half our misery from our foibles springs;
Since life's best joys consist in peace and case,
And few can save or serve, but all can please ;
Oh! let the ungentle spirit learn from hence,
A small unkindness is a great offence.-More.

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LESSON LXXII.

Hymn to the Deity.-BowRING. “There is no sound or language where their voice is not heard." 1 The heavenly spheres to thee, O God, attune their even

ing hymn; All-wise, All-holy, thou art praised in song of seraphim ; Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds, unite to worship

thee, While thy majestic greatness fills space-time-eternity.

2 Nature-a temple worthy of thee-beams with light and

love, Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, whose stars re.

joice above ; Whose altars are the mountain cliffs, that rise along the

shore,

Whose anthems, the sublime accord of storm and ocean's :

. roar. ..

3 Her song of gratitude is sung by spring's awakening

hours ; Her summer offers at thy shrine its earliest, loveliest

flowers; Her autumn brings its ripened fruits, in glorious luxury

given; While winter's silver heights reflect thy brightness back

to Heaven!

4 On all thou smilest :-what is man, before thy presence,

God?
A breath, but yesterday inspired.-to-morrow, but a clod:

That clod shall moulder in the vale, till, kindled, Lord,

by thee,
Its spirit to thy arms shall spring--to life-to liberty.

“All thy works praise thee.” When spring unlocks the flowers, to paint the laughing

soil, When summer's balmy slowers refresh the mower's toil, « When winter binds, in frosty chains, the fallow and the

flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns her Maker good. The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the

shade,-The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy : glade, The sun, that, from his amber bower, rejoiceth on his

wav,The moon and stars their Maker's name, in silent pomp,

display.

Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,--
Shail man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny ?
No! let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Maker, must we always love, and, Savior, honor

thee. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer i

. fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade, The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old

decree; But we, in nature's latest hour, () Lord, will cling to thee.

Heber.

LESSON LXXIII. Mortality and Immortality.—Mrs. BarbaULD. 1 Child of mortality, whence comest thou ? why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping ? I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves.to

the morning sun, I returned : it was dying upon its stalk ; the grace of the form of it was gone : its loveliness was vanished away; its leaves were scattered on the ground, and no one gathered them again. A stately tree grew on the plain ; its branches were covered with verdure ; its boughs spread wide, and made a goodly shadow; the trunk

was like a strong pillar ; the roots were like crooked fangs.. 2 I returned ; the verdure was nipped by the east wind ; the

branches were lopped away by the axe ; the worm had made its way into the trunk, and the heart thereof was decayed ; it mouldered away, and fell to the ground. I have seen the insects sporting in the sunshine, and darting along the streams; their wings glittered with gold and purple ; their bodies shone like the green emerald ; they were more numerous than I could count; their motions were quicker than iny eye could glance. I returned: they were brushed into the pool; they were perishing with the evening. 3 breeze ; the swallow had devoured them; the pike had seized them ; there were none found of so great a multitude.

I have seen man in the pride of his strength; his cheeks glowed with beauty; his limbs were full of activity ; he leaped; he walked ; he ran : he rejoiced in that he was more excellent than those. I returned: he lay stiff and cold on the bare ground ; his feet could no longer move, nor his hands stretch themselves out; his life was departed from hiin; and the breath out of his nostrils. There4 sore do I weep because death is in the world ; the spoiler

is among the works of God; all that is made nust be destroyed; all that is born must die ; let me alone, for I will weep yet longer.

I have seen the flower withering on the stalk, and its bright leaves spread on the ground. I looked again ;-it sprung forth afresh; its stem was crowned with new buds, and its sweetness filleil the air.

I have seen the sun set in the west, and the shades of night shut in the wide horizon : there was no color, nor 5 shape, nor beauty, nor music; gloom and darkness brooded around. I looked: the sun broke forth again upon the east, and gilded the mountain tops; the lark rose to meet him from her low nest, and the shades of darkness fled

away. I have seen the insect, being come to its full size, languish, and refuse to eat : it spun itself a lomb, and was shrouded in the silken cone : it lay without feet, or shape, or power to move. I looked again : it had burst its tomb; it was full of life, and sailed on colored wings

through the soft air; it rejoiced in its new being. 6 Thus shall it be with thee, O man! and so shall thy

life be renewed. Beauty shall spring up out of ashes, and life out of the dust. A little while shalt thou lie in the ground, as the seed lies in the bosom of the earth: but thou shalt be raised again ; and thou shalt never die any more.

Who is he that comes to burst open the prison doors of the tomb; to bid the dead wake ; and to gather his redeemed from the four winds of heaven? He descends on a

fiery cloud ; the sound of a trumpet goes before him ; 7 thousands of angels are on his right hand. It is Jesus, the

Son of God; the Savior of men; the friend of the good. He comes in the glory of his Father; he has received power from on high.

Mourn not, therefore, child of immortality! for the spoiler, the cruel spoiler, that laid waste the works of God, is subdued. Jesus has conquered death: child of immortality! mourn no longer.

Shall I be left abandoned in the dust,
When fate relenting bids the flower revive ?
Shall Nature's voice, to man alone unjust,
Bid him, though doomed to perish, hope to live ?
Is it for this fair virtue oft must strive
With disappointment, penury and pain ?
No! Heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive ;
And man's majestic beauty bloom again,
Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant

reign.Beattie.

LESSON LXXIV

Mohammedan Prayers.--ANONYMOUS. I FOUNTAINS are common in Mohammedan towns; and besides the ordinary use of- assuaging the thirst of the passers-by, they, with an adjoining platform, and with an

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