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A MOONLIGHT LESSON.
They tell me that the gentle moon
Receives her silver light
That beams in heaven so bright:
And as she treads the evening sky,
And smiles so sweetly there,
To read the lesson fair,
Some distant ones have never heard
Of Christ, " the Truth, the Way :"
His Gospel's precious ray,
01 shall we not reflect the beam
To us so freely given,
Whose glory filleth heaven;
On the weak efforts of a child ?
HYMN. (Wrilten by James Montgomery the Day before Death.)
O come, all ye weary,
Fearing or grieving,
Yet humbly believing,
0, then, sing Hosanna
With jubilant voices,
Like Him, meek and lowly,
In heart and life holy, Own Christ, as good servants, your Master and Lord.
How easy His yoke is!
How light is His burden!
His grief in the garden,
To purchase our pardon,
Thence loud Hallelujah
Shall sound without ceasing ;
The living, the living,
Prayers, praise, and thanksgiving,
KIRKSTALL ABBEY. It has been often observed, that the sudden of the Cistercians (an order of Monks, founde the eleventh century) was truly remarkable. W fifteen years five hundred abbeys sprang to ligh solitary and uncultivated places; it being a ru the body that no house, even of their own, shoul built within a certain distance. The Cistercians they had once six thousand monasteries in When Henry VIII. suppressed such places, had thirty-six large establishments in this coui besides many smaller ones. The Monks white dresses in the choir where they sing, b and white in the house, and black out of de Many thousands of little boys and girls, in happier days, know far more about Christia than those poor superstitious Monks ever ceived.
The houses of this Order that remain are ru but very fine ones. Such are those of Kirks Tintern, and Melrose. The first of these, a littl the west of Leeds, stands in a beautiful vale, a solitary, now full of people; once still, now echo to the sounds of the anvil and the steam-eng The river Aire flowed clear and full, when Abbey flourished; now its waters are by no me