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Such lustre o'er each paly face,
Like their good angel, calmly keeping
Watch o'er them, till their souls would waken!
Again the Peri soars above,
Bearing to heav'n that precious sigh
Of pure self-sacrificing love.
High throbb'd her heart, with hope elate,
The Elysian palm she soon will win,
For the bright Spirit at the gate
Smil'd as she gave that offering in:
Of Eden, with their crystal bells
That from the Throne of Alla swells;
Their first sweet draught of glory take!
The immortal barrier closed-'not yet,'
He shut from her that glimpse of glory-
But, Peri, see-the crystal bar
Of Eden moves not-holier far
Than e'en this sigh the boon must be
That opes the gates of Heav'n for thee."
Joyless, with sad soul and weary wings, the Peri_goes a third time in search of the gift that heaven will approve. It spreads its wings down along "sainted Lebanon," and the "flowery vales of Jordan," in hope of finding some precious relic sacred from its use in divine rites by God's own direction. At length
"When o'er the vale of Balbec winging
Chasing with eager hands and eyes,
That flutter'd round the jasmine stems,
From his hot steed, and on the brink
Of a small imaret's rustic fount
Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire,
Like thunder clouds, of gloom and fire!
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
From Syria's thousand minarets!
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
From Purity's own cherub mouth,
And looking, while his hands and eyes
Like a stray babe of Paradise,
Just lighted on that flowery plain,
And seeking for its home again!
Oh! 'twas a sight-that Heav'n-that child
A scene, which might have well beguil'd
F'en haughty Eblis of a sigh
For glories lost and peace gone by!
And hope and feeling, which had slept
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence !
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
'There's a drop,' said the Peri, 'that down from the moon
Falls through the withering airs of June
Upon Egypt's land, of so healing a power,
So balmy a virtue, that e'en in the hour
That drop descends, contagion dies,
And health reanimates earth and skies!
The precious tears of repentance fall?
"And now-behold him kneeling there
And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
While on their knees they linger'd yet,
"Joy, joy for ever! my task is done
The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won!'"
We do not mean of course to teach, that heaven can be won by any gift that we can bring; but the beautiful fable teaches correctly how acceptable to God is true repentance, over which our Saviour says the angels in heaven rejoice. Above all it illustrates how the devotions of childhood often impress the hearts of hardened sinners, and move them to penitence and prayer.
How beautiful, then, and blessed is the sight when an earthly parent teaches his child to look up to its heavenly parent. Those "little prayers" are seeds which will bring forth their rich fruits in after life. Those little prayers!-did ever any one forget them, when he was old, and learned and great in the earth. It is said that John Quincy Adams, to the end of his life, repeated every evening
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
Why may not any one, at any period of life, pray in these words? Can any one construct a better?-so short, so simple, and so comprehensive. It has only one defect; it does not recognize the Mediator. Children ought by all means early be taught that all prayer must be made in the name of Jesus. We therefore much approve of the addition of another line, as is done by many parents, thus:
"And this I ask for Jesus' sake. Amen."
Pity the children who are not taught little prayers! They know
Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire,
Like thunder clouds, of gloom and fagst charm and joy with those flowers so
In which the Peri's eye could read
Dark tales of many a ruthless dr of life, which ever after
Black as the damning dror
s in our infancy!"
Yet tranquil now that into the hands of some thought-
Soften'd his spirit, heir children "little prayers;" who
Fell on the bo
Met that i
ed Jesus, meek and mild,
Through on me, a little child;
make a pious (boy) girl of me.
it is in the name of Jesus. Here is another children have learned:
"Four corners round my bed;
Four angels overspread;
If any evil come to me,
Jesus Christ deliver me. Amen."
PAY AS YOU GO.
RANDOLPH of Roanoke said, near forty years ago, in his Congress, "I have discovered the philosopher's stone; it pay as you go." We should scarcely ever buy too many goods. Europe, if we should establish and adhere rigidly to the rule of for them at the time of making the purchase. Our country merchants would seldom buy too much, if they could only obtain what they pay for at the time. So of individuals; if they would only allow themselves to consume an article of necessity or luxury after it was honestly paid for, the number of extravagant and foolish purchases would be greatly diminished; and although they might not be entirely prevented, the individual would usually remain in a solvent condition, and would escape that vortex of embarrassment, bankruptcy, destitution, and the too often consequent humiliation and demoralization. The character, position and prospects of individuals and families, are often totally and irrevocably changed by a change in their pecuniary condition. Families are broken up and scattered abroad, children separated from their natural guardians and protectors, and even disease and death are caused by errors and follies in pecuniary matters. Let those who are convinced of the truth of these views, forthwith commence reformation, and act upon the motto, Pay as you go.
ORMITY OF GOD IN THE WORKS OF
BY R. W.
r the works of the physical world around us, has been elder Revelation," because, like the Bible, those works th his "eternal power and God-head." The Bible is a ript of his mind, and gives us an exhibition of his love and compassion, whilst the works of Nature display his wisdom and nis almighty power. Without the stupendous fabric of the universe, including the earth, the sun, the moon, the planets, the stars, the comets, and the remote stellar systems, we could not have such a clear idea of the great power of God! But when we look through the medium of modern astronomy, at the immense system of nature-when we behold the planet Neptune moving on in his orbit at the distance of three thousand millions of miles from the sun, and remember that this remote planet is very near to our system, when compared to the fixed stars, we can form a better idea of the immensity of space than we possibly could from any abstract revelation which can be made. God is the author of the Book of Nature and the Book of Revelation. Of this there can be no doubt. There is an unbroken chain of order and consistency running thro' both; and although the links of this vast chain may not always be contiguous, yet they are all perfect, and may all be brought together. The laws of gravitation are uniform all through the universe, and so are the laws of the refraction of light. The moral laws of God are the same every where on earth, in heaven, and in hell. The physical sciences are very extensive, there seems to be no end to them. There are more than two hundred thousand planets in the botanic world, every one of which forms a link in the great chain, yet you dont find them all set in order before you like the letters of the alphabet, but they are all somewhere in the world, and the business of the botanist is to hunt them up and arrange them into the proper order. One planet may be found in the burning sands of Sahara, and the very next link may be found blooming on some jutting rock amid the high Alps: one planet may be found amid the snows of Lapland, while its companion may bloom in southern Asia. The botanist, when he commences his studies, finds but little apparent order around him he often becomes discouraged, but as his knowledge enlarges and his experience increases he sees more order and harmony. So in the world of astronomy, in entomology, in short in all the natural sciences. God has a beautiful and harmonious system in nature, but it is spread over a large space. The business of the man of science is to bring them together. The great Author of Nature has not planted all the