Savage or civilized ;--let every race, Red, black, or white, olive, or tawny-skinned, Of the great Prince of Peace! Oh! may the hour The mercy-seat of God, the heritage Of Christ, and the possession of the Spirit, The Comforter, the Wisdom! shall all be One land, one home, one friend, one faith, one law, Its ruler God; its practice righteousness, Its life peace! A PRAYER OF BENEVOLENCE THOMSON. O Thou! by whose Almighty nod the scale Send forth the saving Virtues round the land, The tender looking Charity, intent On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through smiles : Courage composed and keen: sound Temperance, Many to teach, but few to hear, Though scant the boundaries of our sphere, And stumbles over pebble-stones. ABOU BEN ADHEM. HUNT. MACKAY. "ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase,) An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold; 'What writest thou?'-The angel raised his head, And, with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered "The names of those who love the Lord,' BARCLAY OF URY. WHITTIER. Among the earliest converts to the doctrines of Friends in Scotland was Barclay of Ury, an old and distinguished soldier, who had fought under Gustavus Adolphus in Germany. As a quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at the hands of the magistrates and the populace. None bore the indignities of the mob with greater patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud gentleman and soldier. One of his friends, on an occasion of uncommon rudeness, lamented that he should be treated so harshly in his old age, who had been so honored before. "I find more satisfaction," said Barclay, as well as honor, in being thus insulted for my religious principles, than when a few years ago it was usual for the magistrates, as I passed the city of Aberdeen, to meet me on the road, and conduct me to public entertainment in their hall, and then escort me out again, to gain my favor." Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Close behind him, close beside, Flouted him the drunken churl, Prompt to please her master; And the begging carlin, late Cursed him as he passed her. 66 Yet, with calm and stately mien, Came he slowly riding; And, to all he saw and heard Answering not with bitter word, Turning not for chiding. Came a troop with broadswords swinging, Bits and bridles sharply ringing, Loose and free and froward; Quoth the foremost, "Ride him down! Push him! prick him! through the town Drive the Quaker coward!" But, from out the thickening crowd, 66 Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!" Scarr'd and sunburn'd darkly ; Who with ready weapon bare, Cried aloud: "God save us! Proved on many a field of death. Not by me are needed." Marveled much that henchman bold, "Wo's the day," he sadly said, With a slowly-shaking head, And a look of pity; "Ury's honest lord reviled, Mock of knave and sport of child, Speak the word, and master mine, And his Walloon lancers, Smiting through their midst, will teach Civil look and decent speech To these boyish prancers יין "Marvel not, mine ancient friend, "Is the sinful servant more "Give me joy, that in His name |