tion his death; but we rejoice to believe, that his pure spirit was welcomed and received into the company of the just, and that his prayers on earth are continued in heaven, with those of angels and archangels, around the throne. Reflect a moment on this good man's life and death. You know we must all die; this we cannot escape; and some of us may suffer from sickness, misfortunes and age. If, then, this be true, should you not be anxious to possess a power that will be superior to these? Most certainly. Believe me, you can gain this only by a virtuous and religious life. This will enable you to triumph over them, as it did this good man, "Whose duty done-as sinks the clay, BY C. G. BARTH.. UPON a hill there stands a tree. It shines for all around. Here many come by day and night, Its gold their fond pursuit, They shake its branches with delight, And yet its riches always stay, As much still glitters there. "What is its name?—and where its place? How can this wonder be? Who now will tell us? - who can guess?" THE BIBLE IS THAT TREE. RELIGION. BY WILLIAM LEGGETT LIKE snow that falls where waters glide, BY THOMAS GRAY. A FATHER'S holiest gift, my child, Be it a light to guide your youth, A staff to stay your age; Trust it-trust me your wayward foot Can never wholly fall, If steadfast through each joy and grief, Through hope, and doubt, and sin, and dread, Beset your trembling way, Come here, my child, here gather strength, Here, at this altar pray; And you will find each doubt take flight, And one by one your joys depart, How should you hope to 'scape the rod, For doubts perplex an earthly lotTouch them with this Ithuriel's spear, And they will cheat you not; Bring here your doubt-try- test it well And all but things of heaven revealed, Back to its den will sin be driven, Before this clear full light from heaven. When Death has closed your father's eyes, My child, remember this; The grave that shuts him from your sight, Shuts not you out from his; Then be this thought an amulet, Within that earnest spirit set; |