Oh! timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arise!
Eyes that the beam celestial view,
Which evermore makes all things new!'

New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;

Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

If on our daily course our mind

Be set, to hallow all we find,

New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

We need not bid, for cloister'd cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky:

The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Only, O Lord, in thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

EVENING.

"Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent."-Luke xxiv. 29.
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live:
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

Thou Framer of the light and dark,
Steer through the tempest thine own ark:
Amid the howling wintry sea

We are in port if we have Thee.

If some poor wandering child of thine
Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Rev. xxi. 5.

Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store:
Be every mourner's sleep to-night
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

THE DOVE ON THE CROSS.

"Nevertheless, I tell you the truth; it is expedient for you that I go away; for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but, if I depart, I will send him unto you."John xvi. 7.

Where'er the Lord is, there are they;
In every heart that gives them room,
They light his altar every day,

Zeal to inflame, and vice consume.
Then, fainting soul, arise and sing;
Mount, but be sober on the wing;
Mount up, for heaven is won by prayer,
Be sober, for thou art not there;
Till death the weary spirit free,
Thy God hath said, 'Tis good for thee
To walk by faith and not by sight:
Take it on trust a little while;
Soon shalt thou read the mystery right
In the full sunshine of his smile.
Or if thou yet more knowledge crave,
Ask thine own heart, that willing slave
To all that works thee wo or harm:
Shouldst thou not need some mighty charm
To win thee to thy Saviour's side,

Though he had deign'd with thee to bide?
The Spirit must stir the darkling deep,

The Dove must settle on the cross,

Else we should all sin on or sleep

With Christ in sight, turning our gain to loss.

ELIJAH AT SAREPTA.

"Make me thereof a little cake first, and bring it unto me, and after make for thee and for thy son."

Lo, cast at random on the wild sea sand

A child low wailing lies:

Around with eye forlorn and feeble hand,

Scarce heeding its faint cries,

The widow'd mother in the wilderness

Gathers dry boughs, their last sad meal to dress.

But who is this that comes with mantle rude

And vigil-wasted air?

Who to the famish'd cries, "Come, give me food,

I with thy child would share ?"

She bounteous gives: but hard he seems of heart,
Who of such scanty store would crave a part.

Haply the child his little hand holds forth,
That all his own may be.-

Nay, simple one, thy mother's faith is worth

Healing and life to thee.

That handful given, for years insures thee bread;

That drop of oil shall raise thee from the dead.

For in yon haggard form He begs unseen,

To whom for life we kneel:

One little cake He asks with lowly mien,
Who blesses every meal.

Lavish for Him, ye poor, your children's store,
So shall your cruse for many a day run o'er.

And thou, dear child, though hungering, give glad way

To Jesus in his need:

So thy blest mother at the awful day

Thy name in heaven may read;

So by His touch for ever mayst thou live,

Who asks our alms, and lends a heart to give.

BROTHERLY LOVE.

No distance breaks the tie of blood;
Brothers are brothers evermore;
Nor wrong, nor wrath of deadliest mood,
That magic may o'erpower.

Oft ere the common source be known,
The kindred drops will claim their own,
And throbbing pulses silently

Move heart toward heart by sympathy.

So is it with true Christian hearts,
Their mutual share in Jesus' blood
An everlasting bond imparts,

Of holiest brotherhood.

Oh might we all our lineage prove,-
Give and forgive-do good and love;
By soft endearments in kind strife
Lightening the load of human life.

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER. 1810.

THIS distinguished author-distinguished for the fine fancy, deep thought, and elevated moral tone of most of his writings-has recently' made us a visit. He came, not to bo lionized, but to see our country, and exchange kindly words with those who had loved and honored, though unseen, the author of the "Proverbial Philosophy."

He is a son of the eminent surgeon, Martin Tupper, F. R. S. of London, and was born in that city in 1810. He took his degree of B. A. at Christ Church, Oxford, and subsequently entered at Lincoln's Inn. In due time he was called to the bar, but never practised as a barrister.

Mr. Tupper's first publication of any importance was the first series of "Proverbial Philosophy," which appeared in 1837: the second series followed in 1842. This work at once excited attention, and called forth the most favorable criticisms. His next work was "Geraldine, a sequel to Coleridge's Christabel, with other Poems," published in 1838. This was followed, in 1839, by "A Modern Pyramid, to commemorate a Septuagint of Worthies,"-designed to furnish illustrations and descriptions of character of seventy of the most remarkable person

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ages of sacred and profane history, ancient and modern. In 1840 appeared a pleasant volume of odds and ends, called "An Author's Mind." His next work was a moral novel, published in 1844, entitled "The Crock of Gold,”—designed to illustrate the Sixth Commandment, as well as to show the curse and hardening effects of avarice. It is a talo beautifully told, and one of great interest and attraction. The principal characters of the story are honest Roger Acton, the luckless finder of the "Crock of Gold;" his pure and simple-hearted daughter Grace, her lover Jonathan, Simon Jennings the murderer, his aunt Bridget Quarles the murdered one, and Ben Burke the poacher.

The same year (1844) Mr. Tupper published two other works of fiction, in one volume each, namely: "Heart, a social Novel," and "The Twins, a domestic Novel," both highly subservient to the cause of sound morals, and depicting virtue and vice in their appropriate colors. His next work, published in 1845, is entitled "A Thousand Lines,"-a little tract of but sixty pages, containing poems on various subjects, written in his most captivating manner.

Mr. Tupper is most known by his "Proverbial Philosophy;" and a book more replete with sound practical wisdom is hardly to be found, though it must be confessed the style of it is in some parts rather inflated. His prose works are also eminently instructive. Of these, "The Crock of Gold" has been most widely read and generally admired; for, as a tale of intense interest and clear moral point, it is scarcely exceeded. The following is the simple account of its origin:— "Some years ago he purchased a house at Brighton. While laying out the garden, he had occasion to have several drains made. One day, observing a workman, Francis Suter, standing in one of the trenches wet and wearied with toil, Mr. Tupper said to him, in a tone of pleasantry, 'Would you not like to dig up there a crock full of gold?' 'If I did,' said the man, 'it would do me no good; because merely finding it might not make it mine.' 'But, suppose you could not only find such a treasure, but honestly keep it, would you not think yourself lucky?' 'Oh yes, sir, I suppose I should-but,' after a considerable pause, but, I am not so sure, sir, after all, that that is the best thing that could happen to me. I think, on the whole, I would rather have steady work and fair wages all the season, than to find a crock of gold! Here was wisdom. The remark of the honest trench-digger at once set in motion a train of thought in the mind of the author. He entered his study-wrote in large letters on a sheet of paper these words, 'THE CROCK OF GOLD, a tale of Covetousness,'—and in less than a week this remarkable story was finished." With such simple threads does genius elaborate the richest and most gorgeous tapestry.'

OF COMPENSATION.

Equal is the government of heaven in allotting pleasures among men, And just the everlasting law that hath wedded happiness to virtue :

An "authorized edition," at once beautiful and complete, of Mr. Tupper's works, has just been published by Messrs. E. H. Butler & Co., of Philadelphia, in four volumes. Volume I. contains "The Crock of Gold"-" The Twins"-"Heart." Volume II. "An Author's Mind""Miscellanies"-" Probabilities." Volume III. "Ballads"-" Poems"-"Geraldine"-" The Metres of King Alfred." Volume IV. "Proverbial Philosophy"-"A Modern Pyramid," &c. These books should be in every household library.