Savage or civilized ;--let every race,

Red, black, or white, olive, or tawny-skinned,
Settle in peace and swell the gathering hosts

Of the great Prince of Peace! Oh! may the hour
Soon come when, all false gods, false creeds, false prophets
Demolished, the great world shall be at last

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
Of empire rises, or alternate falls,

Send forth the saving Virtues round the land,
In bright patrol; white Peace and social Love,

The tender looking Charity, intent

On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through smiles :
Undaunted Truth, and Dignity of mind:

Courage composed and keen: sound Temperance,
Healthful in heart and look, clear Chastity,
With blushes reddening as she moves along,
Disordered at the deep regard she draws;
Rough Industry; Activity untired,
With copious life informed, and all awake;
While in the radiant front, superior shines
That first Parental virtue, Public Zeal;
Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey,
And, ever musing on the common weal,
Still labors glorious with some great design.

Many to teach, but few to hear,

Though scant the boundaries of our sphere,
Truth goes slowly over the zones,

And stumbles over pebble-stones.

ABOU BEN ADHEM.

HUNT.

MACKAY.

"ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase,)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw,
within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich like a lily in bloom,

An angel writing in a book of gold.

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold;
And to the presence in the room he said,

'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,'
'And is mine one?' said Adhein. Nay, not so,'
Replied the angel. Adhem spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said, 'I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.'
The angel wrote and vanished;-the next night
He came again, with a great wakening light,
And showed the names the love of God had blest,
And lo!-Ben Adhem's name led all the rest."

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,
Rode the Laird of Ury;

Close behind him, close beside,
Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,
Press'd the mob in fury.

Flouted him the drunken churl,
Jeered at him the serving girl,

Prompt to please her master;

And the begging carlin, late
Fed and clothed at Ury's gate,

Cursed him as he passed her.

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Yet, with calm and stately mien,
Up the streets of Aberdeen

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,
Cried a sudden voice, and loud:

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Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!"
And the old man, at his side,
Saw a comrade, battle tried,

Scarr'd and sunburn'd darkly ;

Who with ready weapon bare,
Fronting to the troopers there,

Cried aloud: "God save us!
Call ye coward him who stood
Ankle deep in Lutzen's blood,
With the brave Gustavus?"

Proved on many a field of death.

Not by me are needed."

Marveled much that henchman bold,
That his Laird, so stout of old,
Now so meekly pleaded.

"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,
In his own good city!

Speak the word, and master mine,
As we charged on Tilly's line,

And his Walloon lancers,

Smiting through their midst, will teach Civil look and decent speech

To these boyish prancers

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"Marvel not, mine ancient friend,
Like beginning, like the end :"
Quoth the Laird of Ury,

"Is the sinful servant more
Than his gracious Lord, who bore
Bonds and stripes in Jewry?

"Give me joy, that in His name
I can bear with patient frame,
All these vain ones offer;
While for them He suffereth long,
Shall I answer wrong with wrong,
Scoffing with the scoffer?