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not the house but the throne of God, in company, in order to join in the symphonies of heavenly voices, and lose ourselves amidst the splendours and fruitions of the beatific vision !
To that state, all the pious on earth are tending ; and if there is a law, from whose operations none are exempt, which irresistibly conveys their bodies to darkness and to dust, there is another, not less certain or less powerful, which conducts their spirits to the abodes of bliss, to the bosom of their father and their God. The wheels of nature are not made to roll backward ; every thing presses on towards eternity: from the birth of time an impetuous current has set in, which bears all the sons of men towards that interminable ocean.. Meanwhile heaven is attracting to itself whatever is congenial to its nature ; is enriching itself by the spoils of earth, and collecting within its capacious bosom whatever is pure, permanent and divine, leaving nothing for the last fire to consume but the objects and the slaves of concupiscence : while every thing which grace has prepared and beautified, shall be gathered and selected from the ruins of the world, to adorn that eternal city which hath no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it, for the glory of God doth enlighten it, and the Lamb is the light there of. Let us obey the voice that calls us thither ;, let us seek the things that are above, and no longer cleave to a world which must shortly perish, and which we must shortly quit, while we neglect to prepare for that in which we are invited to dwell, for
Let us follow in the track of those holy men, who have taught us by their voice and encouraged us by their example, that laying aside every weight and the sin that most easily beset us, we may run with patience the race that is set before us ! While
every thing within us and around us, reminds us of the approach of death and concurs to teach us, that this is not ous rest; let us hasten our preparations for another world, and earnestly implore that grace which alone can put an end to that fatal war, which our desires have too long waged with our destiny. When these move in the same direction, and that which the will of heaven renders unavoidable, shall become our choice, all things will be ours, life will be divested of its satiety and death of its terrors.
Extract from Rev. Dr. HARDIE'S Sermon on the Resurrection,
Edinburgh, 1785. Twice had the sun gone down upon the earth, and all as yet, was silent at the sepulchre. Death held his sceptre over the Son of God. Still and silent, the hours passed on, the guards stood at their post, the rays of the midnight moon gleamed on their helmets and on their spears. The enemies of Christ exulted in their success, the hearts of his friends were sunk in despondency, the spirits of glory waited in anxious suspense to behold the event, and wondered at the depth of the ways of God. At length, the morning star, arising in the east, announced the approach of light. The third day began to dawn upon the world, when on a sudden, the earth trembled to its centre, and the
powers of heaven were shaken, an angel of God descended, the guards shrunk back from the terror of his presence and fell prostrate on the ground. 6. His countenance was like lightning and his raiment white as snow.” He rolled away the stone from the door of the sepulchre and sat upon it. But who is this that cometh forth from the tomb, with dyed garments from the bed of death ? He that is glorious in his appearance, walking in the greatness of his strength? It is thy prince, o Zion! Christian, it is your Lord ! He hath trodden the wine press alone, he hath stained his raiment with blood, but now, as the first born from the womb of nature, he meets the morning of his resurrection. He arises a conqueror from the grave, he returns with blessings from the world of spirits, he brings salvation to the son of men. Never did the returning sun usher in a day so glorious. It was the jubilee of the Universe. The morning stars sung together, and all the sons of God shouted aloud for joy. The Father of mercies looked down from his throne in the heavens, with complacency he beheld his world restored, he saw his work that it was good. Then did the desart rejoice, the face of nature was gladdened before him, when the blessings of the Eternal descended as the dews of heaven, for the refreshing of the nations.
The Spanish Lady's Farewell.BETHAM.
The heart may shrink, the spirit fail,
Then go, and round that gallant head
Should freedom perish-at thy death,
But if the destiny of Spain,
Yet who would not turn with fonder emotion,
gaze on the life-boat, though rugged and worn,
Oh! grant that of those who in life's sunny slumber,
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.. Moore, There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; O! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yes, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill,
'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom were near, Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear; And who felt how the blest charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of Ovoca ! how calm could I rest
The scene was more beautiful far to my eye
Than if day in its pride had arrayed it;
Look'd pure as the spirit that made it.
On the shadowy waves playful motion,
Like a star in the midst of the ocean.
No longer the joy of the sailor boy's breast
Was heard in his wildly breath'd numbers,
The fisherman sunk to his slumbers.
All hush'd was the billow's commotion,
That star on life's tremulous ocean.
The time is long past, and the scene is afar,
Yet when my head rests on its pillow,
That blazed on the breast of the billow.
And death stills the heart's last emotion ;
Like a star on eternity's ocean.
The Wind passeth over it and it is gone. I saw a dew-drop, cool and clear,
Dance on a myrtle spray, Fair colours decked the lucid tear Like those which gleam and disappear
When showers and sun-beams play : Sol cast athwart a glance severe And scorched the pearl away.
High on a slender, polished stem,
Å fragrant lily grew,
Of healthy morning dew:
Or lily's snowy bloom,
Gay, thoughtless of its doom!
For him, who sought his country's good
Rear the monument of Fame ;
For him, who when the war was done,