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arise, O sun! and shine. He mixes among its hymn arises : it is the Martyrs’: it is rolled members; he gazes on each countenance, he upwards to the open heavens : its echo comes marks it; it is his own for ever. One no doubt back in gentle murmurings. A signal sounds ; thinks how he was disappointed. As Luther the multitude has fled. went to Rome, so does Pollok come to the With many a scene of this description playAlma Mater. He fancies that he will find an ing before his fancy, he reaches the hallowed assemblage of fine aspiring spirits. Alas, no! | buiiding: he enters. The flag carried aloft at -hallowed associations, and hallowed feelings, the battle of Bothwell-bridge, Captain Paton's and hallowed principles, are little regarded. He sword, the Bible which he gave to Mrs. Paton sits one evening alone in his room; the sun is on the scaffold, rivet his attention; they are sinking in the horizon ; gloomy clouds, and as engirt with a thousand expressions, deep-toned, magnificent as gloomy, are rolling onwards to the of liberty and manly bearing. The poet catches western sky; the steps of humanity become the divine sounds; the light of freedom glances less and less frequent; the din of the city is from his eye, hushed into a sweet, strange sound; he arises Often would he stroll thither, and as often did and looks out of the window; his large eye he return invigorated and strengthened. Visions flashes; all his fancies, and vows, and assigna- of old beamed on his spirit, not to enervate, tions throng back ; they give life, and inex- but to brace and elevate. Whilst attending tinguishable thoughts again. Ah, he had wept, the various courses of appointed studies, he as he sadly imagined, over their cold remains. drank in the rich mellifluous strains of Britain's But they exist: yea, he feels strong in the highest bards; he heard the mighty swellings knowledge that all at Eaglesham are talking of of their harps; he listened to their liquid cooRobert:

with the parental blessing, he dare ings, and their everlasting thunderings. The hope. Hope on, fond youth; thou shalt not paper which he read at this time before a hope in vain! He forgets the unkind remarks literary society is redolent with poetic beauty. of students; he is once more the heroic soul. Pollok's college life is at last ended. He There is something tangible, something worth enters the Divinity Hall; he studies full well living for in the universe.

divine theology; not man's theology, but God's. But loneliness is felt most on the Sabbath. At the end of his twenty-fourth year, he stands He paces by the Canongate after the solemn up with his first discourse : inattention is markservices of the quiet day, and there is an ed on nearly every countenance. By one agonizing solitariness within his soul; he paces man's disobedience many were made sinners !” onwards—homewards, we were going to say- The tremendous assertion falls unheeded. A would that it were so !-but to his cold rooms. true soul, he speaks poetically: his hearers There are no smiling faces to greet him, no at once fix on him their gaze: he proceeds ; warm and tender welcome, no converse of love, smiles are seen ; laughter is heard: he moves no artless chat of children-all is chilly, all is not; goes on undisturbed. The insult provokes dismal. He passes many a blessed home, and not yet the fire of his lips; he enumerates the beholds through the window the happy inmates blessings consequent on Adam's obedience: gathered around the blazing hearth, and his the scoffs continue: he changes his position, thoughts wander to his own cottage upon the and utters, with a look of stern indignation, distant moor. How sweet it were to be on “Had sin not entered our world, no idiot smile that far-off spot once again, and gaze upwards would have gathered on the face of folly to put on its mantling heavens. So he wishes ; but out of countenance the man of worth !” It is there must be work and stern denial now. a note of the Course of Time's deep music. Thus, college-life is oftentimes one dark scene Some ten or eleven months after this, we find in the spirit's toil: so Milton and Jeremy Tay- Pollok giving an address on preaching to a lor found it.

small society of friends. The poet is easily One morning, and this Pollok is seen stroll- distinguished throughout the whole. The coning towards Lochgoin : it is situated on a beau- clusion is beautiful :-“While we would have tiful part of Ayrshire. He rambles on, his the preacher to be plain and simple in language, spirit thinking deeply of the Covenanters. This always to preach Christ and him crucified, house was once their haunt; during the per- never to lose sight of the great atonement, and secution of 1660, hither they retired. Strange the truths connected with it, we would have that men should be hunted like beasts of prey him to give a tongue to the sun and the moon, because they choose to offer heart-worship to and every star of heaven, to speak forth our the Lord! Twelve times did their foes search Saviour's praise,- we would have him to bring every roommin vain : Providence took care of forth the beasts of the forest and cast them those who forgot not the lily's lesson. His down to do homage at the cross of Christ,steps are tending hitherwards; his dreams are would have him command the ocean to be of those ancient men-his sympathies are link- silent, and listen to the still small voice of the ed with their holy cause-he already is amongst gospel,--we would have him make the four them. It is a calm, soft-like hour; no breeze winds messengers of the word of God,-we is stirring-no leaf trembles. A vast assemblage would have him make the mountain bow down stands listening to the legate of the Eternal to the footsteps of the Redeemer, and the valley There he is : the fine, clear sky, and the quiet rise up and meet his goings,- ---we would have dell, and the luxuriant foliage, and the jagged him teach the oak and the plane to spread their rocks, and the heather, and the blue-beil, and shelter, and the sweetbriar and the hawthorn to the wild flowers, complements of himself. The breathe their incense in the lowly course of the scene is in perfect keeping: in Christ's fair meek and humble Jesus,-we would have him creation, Christ's fair name is sounded. A teach every flower of the field—the violet, the

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Gethsemane; make the ravens of heaven bring with us out of time into the help and solace an offering to the Holy One; and instruct the of eternity, but must be left, the unredeemed lark and the nightingale, and every daughter and unredeemable of death, are little worth of heavenly song, to lift up, with man, hosan- harbouring about us. It is the everlastingness nahs to Him who came from the right hand of a thing that gives it weight and importance ; of the Ancient of Days, to bind up the broken and surely it is not impossible, even now, to hearted, and to comfort all that mourn.'

have thoughts and ideas that may be transThe latter part of 1824 realized Pollok’s ported over the vale of death, and not be reruling desire. He then found a fitting theme fused the stamp and signature of the Eternal for a great poem. Heaven gave him music; he King. No doubt, the clearest eye must unscale struck the harp's strings, and heard its melody; when it comes in view of the uncreated light; he felt confident of success : his eye kindled and the purest earthly thought must wash itwith enthusiasm; his whole soul poured itself self before it enters into the holy of holies forth in song. It was a glorious, a divine on high; but there are different eyes from those hour. Each note, as it died away, served only which have never tried to see, and there are to enshrine the Deity within ; earth, sea, and different thoughts from those which must be sky rolled their treasures at his feet; they exiled for ever beyond the confines of purity.” adorned his verse; but to them his spirit gave And his brother responded with the heart's additional brilliancy and splendour. Now he warmth. He cheered him amid his many difsang for immortality; he knew his strains ficulties; and perhaps we had never heard the would live: his presentiment was true - no solemn music of the poet's harp had it not been false prophet he. Cease from touching the for David's faithful love. His letter, dated from vibrating chords he could not; it became his Auchindinny, May 25, 1826, is one of the novery life-his very existence; his being was blest in the English language. Humanity owes wrapt up in their intonations; they yielded him eternal gratitude. him joy, delight-all that the soul deems hap- On the 24th of March, 1827, the song fell on piness. The sedate student gave full freedom the public ear: the Course of Time was issued; to the glowing impulses that swept over his it excited marked attention; it roused every heart; henceforth he was no longer confined thinking mind; it stamped once and for ever in a room; its four walls sank away; creation greatness on the genius of its author. He was -the bright and magnificent creation stood placed along with kindred spirits; he stood in around : there was infinite range; no prison- the temple of fame ; his strain rolled onwards airs heard he. He was quickened : Inspira- | -it was immortal. The poet saw and heard, tion and Revelation descended; he bathed and his heart was grateful. His wish-his his forehead in the pearly light of Paradise. morning wish was accomplished: he came into He became thought-lovely and everlasting being for this. His work was done ; his labour thought. And Eternity came: it unfolded at an end ; the laurel-wreath of everlasting sublimer realities and more solemn beauty. emerald graced his manly brow. There was a deeper quietude-a holier hush. On Thursday, the 3rd of May, he preached Ages poured along ; were scrolled backwards; his first sermon: it commanded great interest. stiil unruffled infinitude before, unruffled infi- His appearance was solemn; his countenance nitude behind. He beheld the verdant plains altogether unearthly: long study had given him of heaven; he tasted their unfading sweets ; an ashy paleness; but the fire of his eyes rethe dew, when it fell, fell in music; the flowers, mained. He sacrificed in Jehovah's presence. as they breathed upwards, breathed silver Thrice afterwards he ministered; then came melody He saw angels; hierarchy above illness: he waxed feeble; health gradually forhierarchy, towering in grandeur, with brows sook him. He thought Italy's calm and Italy's resplendent as the rainbow; and the anthem balmy air might recruit his wasted strength ; issued; the past visioned itself; time's events he prepared to leave his fatherland; and on the gathered their sounds into his song. Nor was 15th of August he bade an adieu, an everlasting the earth forgotten : stood, blushing as Ves- adieu, to its hallowed coast. On his arrival at per, amid its sunny hopes, and hallowed peace, Southampton, he took up his residence, until and tender whisperings, and rapturous glances, he could depart for the golden southern sky; and deep, inexpressible bliss, and constancy, but sickness increased; his nights were restless; and truth, and dulcet harmonies.

death was on the wing; it soon entered. In Our poet thus writes to his brother-the Christ he trusted, hoped, and confided : he felt letter is dated January 8th, 1825:-“Before that all was safety and security there. Its sting was the new year, I had about three weeks of therefore harmless ; its venom, nectar. On the glorious study. Soaring into the pure ether 18th of September he breathed his last on earth. of eternity, and linking my thoughts to the There is something peculiarly touching in all everlasting throne, I felt the healthy breezes this. Just emerged from obscurity into refulof immortality revive my intellectual nerves, gent day-taken with sickness-leaves his own and found a point, unshaken and unthreatened fine country—endures the pangs of death far by the rockings and stormings of this world. from kinsmen and friends —one sister only Blank-verse, the language of assembled gods, present. We almost think that it would have the language of eternity, was the form into been sweeter to have died surrounded by his which my thoughts fell. Some of them, I own hills, and beside his own kindred; and trust, shall outlive me in this world ; and no- yet perhaps it was more merciful as it was. thing, I hope, shall make me ashamed to meet The bitter agony of separation was over. He them in the next. Thoughts, acquirements, had bidden farewell to all he loved; he had appendages of any kind, that cannot be carried done with sublunary things; he was in a more immediate communion with the Everlasting ; which, for pathos and sweetness, grandeur and that Power walked with him through death's sublimity, have rarely been surpassed. He has, dark and cheerless valley.

indeed, none of the luscious beauty of Keats, Two days afterwards, his mortal remains nor the fine finish of Campbell, nor the oriental were entombed in the churchyard of Millbrook. gorgeousness of Croly, nor the rich classical They lie not far from the sea-shore; a spot melody of Tennyson, nor the gigantic wildness suitable for a poet; the waves, softened by dis- of Edward Irving : his paintings remind one tance, murmur a dirge-like melody. In a land often of Nat Lee. He has, too, much of the of strangers he lies, far off from his kindred dark gloom and powerful energy of Blair, but and the home of his love. Over the grave his lines are not so firm or compact; his style stands an obelisk of granite, bearing, with the is peculiarly his own. Instead of light effusions, dates of his birth and death, this inscription : the youthful bard pours forth the secrets of the “The grave of Robert Pollok, A.M., author of invisible world; he breaks down the partition the Course of Time:' his immortal poem is wall which men have raised to shut out the his monument. Erected by admirers of his daylight of that land ; he shadows forth the genius.”

miseries of hell; he opens up the glories of Some may deem his death premature: but heaven; and around these he has entwined the what if he accomplished the work of a long flowers and the weeds of earth. life ?--what if he compressed the feelings, and Many of his speculations have been proexperience, and labours of fourscore years into nounced rash and daring. We cannot agree twenty-eight ?-call we death then premature ? | with such criticism. The story of his life gives a deeper interest to Pollok, indeed, thought for himself: no fainthis song ; to strike the lyre with a master's hearted soul he. But he had a guide-a divine hand was his ruling, sovereign, imperial pas. Being. He trusted not in his own strength; sion; from his infancy this was his one great nor did he lean on man's: he examined the object. He passed his fingers over the strings, Oracles with the Spirit's teaching: he found and the hymn issued; that hymn is immortal : therein full and frequent descriptions of the his work was done : the vows and assignations blessed world: he clung to them: they were of his youth were kept—his soul's desire was reality. It might have been that the whole of reaped. He had written an everlasting remem- Christendom was ranged against him; but brance: what more could avail him on earth? Christendom's greatest sons were forsaken for Nothing. His labour was performed-his hope the Holiest. Rightly so ! False men cling to realized; he had climbed nearly to the summit high names, and hide themselves behind these of Parnassus; only a few above him : he had semblances; but this Pollok was not one of plucked the laurel—its leaf unfading: what them. more? He had tasted every joy and every One of our poet's distinguishing features is, sorrow of this lower region; he had lived and the high estimate he gives to moral greatness. known all the witcheries of creation, and all This excites our astonishment the more, since the diviner witcheries of thought; he had students worship little else than intellectual: traced the golden links of that chain which the intellect is their idol : at its shrine they binds the universe to its God: he had seen the bow and do homage; on its altar, immolate lovely form that excelleth, and drank in the themselves. Pollok entered the heathen temdelicious warblings of the highest heaven : ple--beheld the pompous rites-listened to the what more? Quaffed he not the cup of life? magnificent, outbursting hymn; but it arose what further to complete his knowledge ?-He not to the Supreme. He saw through the had attained to all its science and all its lore; splendid and radiant semblance: true men he had communed with the mighty, the great, ever see clearly-110 film on their eyes. Moral the gigantic-ah, he had been with Jesus, and greatness was alone good, alone holy-it sancthe Sanctifier had descended : he looked up at tified all; without it, everything was worthless Vesper, twinkling ever brightly in evening's and unhallowed. He departed from the marble shadowy hemisphere, and lo, it was the work pile, and proclaimed the oracle, that “man is of His fingers : he gazed on the golden corn- great only as he is good.” field, “ripe already to harvest,” as the wind Pollok, however, is much too dark and swept over it, and beheld in its waving sun- gloomy; he delights in terrible paintings : shine the goodness of Him who listened to the hell's blackness is the great theme; he has cry of the raven. Illustrations of His Provi- here room for his imagination—it is his fancy's dence teemed everywhere: he felt that he was highest play. Even the beautiful things of cared for and loved by the Deity; he viewed earth are somewhat dimmed and blighted, and all the actions and all the concerns of time in the affections, too, are looked upon with a the light of revelation; he ascended daily in jealous eye. Why is this? Surely religion the scale of moral worth; he approached nearer does not militate against them? Mother, love the throne; he arrived closer to the empurpled thy babe; it is not sin : love it ever ; thou empyrean. His heart—his brave and sincere canst not err: and when at eventide it comes heart-clothed in the unsullied purity of the to thee, and throws its little arms around thy Anointed, awaited the summons to enter the neck, and hides its little head within thy world of spirits. What wonder, then, if the bosom, tell it of heaven--that heaven is as soft angels came :-what marvel if he winged his and as sweet as a mother's love-and it will flight with them to the fair city of eternity! never forget. Thou canst not love it too well.

The Course of Time is a magnificent monu- Cling to it-cleave to it ; caress it ever; and it ment of the author's genius; it abounds in will pour all its affections, and all its cares, and splendid passages; it teems with descriptions all its desires into thine own lap. Mother, love

thy child !-to love it is not idolatry; if it be thus scowling-is not thus a black, thunderous so, then welcome idolatry. Ah, that fond babe, cloud; it is rather the blue empyrean, and the with its clear blue eye, and ruby lips, and rosy soft, mellowed light in which float all things cheeks, and open countenance, and full-hearted lovely and all things fair. We read~" Hustenderness, and gushing feelings, and confiding bands, love your wives, even as Christ loved trust, will learn the delicious quiet of heaven the church.” What means this “even as"? on thy arms and on thy bosom. There let it What signifies this model of love ? Does it repose ; and when the anxieties of life press speak of shackles, and chains, and fetters, and sore, and friends prove faithless, and kinsmen bondage? Did Jesus bind his affections with and dearest objects die, will it remember that any cords ? Could they be estimated : Are heaven is a haven sweeter and more secure than they not measureless ? Were they reckoned even a mother's love. And what exquisite joy and weighed ?. Was he afraid of loving too for thee! In cherishing thine infant, thou dost much? Was it not rather his glory that he reap some foretaste of the coming bliss; to thee loved so like a God? Did he count it sinful it is a symbol. Entwine thy purest affections and idolatry to give all his being and all his around it, and bathe it ever with the bursting existence to an unchanging and everlasting emotions of thy soul : love it; there is not, love? Was it not the consummation of his there cannot be idolatry in loving thy child! magnificent character that he loved so well and Why should the yearning heart be constrained so truly? And shall we talk of wrong in loving and straitened with the censure of excessive those united to us by so near and precious à love: censure, away! Oh, Jesu, whom man relationship? Shall we enchain our deep, deep despised, and whom man insulted, was nursed feelings? Shall we give them boundaries? Shali on a mother's knee, and “ drew milk as sweet we place landmarks ? Shall we compress the as charity” from a mother's breast !—and he dilated breast? Shall we dim the Deity within whom none cared for, and whom all rejected, us ? Did Christ thus ? Ah! there was no enlivened the lonely watchings of his mother coldness and reserve in him ; shall there be and charmed away her toils with his lispings any in us? and his prattle. Prattle on, dear babe, and lean Call religion, and repose on her sweet, soft on the bosom of her who brought you forth, and bosom: dedicate thyself to Jesus; it will not deem that the better land is all as beautiful and make thee dull ; it cannot bedim thy ecstatic all as true as the throbbings of that maternal joy. How can it, when its essence is love; its breast: and, mothers, love your little ones; they rule, love; its precepts, love; its influence, will remind you of the clime where the wild love; its beamings, love? Can love, then, renolive, and the cedar, and the violet grow; where der one gloomy? Ah, no! It will gild the the birds sing their hymn in the twilight hour; hill-tops with golden light, and cast radiant where the sound of running waters soothe the beauty into the vales below. Go then, and spirit to a serene repose; where the moon and give thyself to the meek, the gentle Saviour ; the stars gleam down upon its blessed intelli- his tenderness is softer than the balmy breath gences, and where all is sacred and inviolate of a summer's eventide; and thy love for friend tenderness. Mother, love thy child !

and kin will deepen and strengthen until it Religion is not dark-religion is not gloomy. becomes as profound as the vast tide of existYoung man, who now gazest on that sweet ence, or the infinite range of being. being sitting by thy side, and deemest her all And, indeed, this love to Jesus does but call too good for earth, think not that religion will into finer play the other loves of the soul ; just make you dull_will blight your new-sprung in the same manner as the love of a friend bliss ; think not that it will shadow that face, quickens and deepens the love to wife and which beams so confidingly and so tenderly on child. The more we love, the more we may yours, with austerity and with sternness; think love; each affection is, however, different and not that, when ye walk out at eventide beneath distinct from the rest; they never commingle, the foliage of majestic trees, it will give a harsh- but they receive a sevenfold lustre from each ness to that voice which now sounds more other; just as some woodland dell is beautiful, delicious than the enchanting and mystic but it puts on a more winning grace when the melody of the twilight hour; think not that slant rays of the morning sun light up its dark it will withdraw that affection which is riveted and luxuriant foliage. upon you for ever, and give instead thereof The purest affection of the human breast is a reserved attachment. If it did so, then perish the love of God as revealed in the Mediator ; religion! But the faith of Jesus does not this ; and it is this which renovates the soul, and and herein it proves its divine origin and divine casts on the once dismal chaos gleams of the commission. "Love that being still ; love her coming glory. But whilst we acknowledge infinitely; and this faith will but make that this, we see no necessity to disparage the other face more beautiful, and that bosom more con- attachments which swell in the spirit of man; stant, and that affection more hallowed, and that is never raised by the censuring of these; that confiding trust more confiding still, and Christ did not thus; he knew what was in us, that heart more throbbing, and yearning, and and he acted as became the divine Original. devoted, and blessed.

Our love to parent, and friend, and kin may It is much to be lamented that religion is so be infinite; our love to wife may be infinite; often portrayed in such dark and gloomy colours, our love to Jesus may be infinite; and it does as if we had no right to enjoy the beauty and not necessarily follow that any one of these will the tenderness of this lower world; as if the cast a shade upon its fellows. Folly and idiocy deepest and the purest affections of the breast to think so! Dive below the surface, and we were unhallowed and unholy. Religion is not shall see, that instead of clashing with each other, they_but gleam beauty and radiant band, love thy wife, and behold, in that beautisweetness. Do the colours of the rainbow look ful eye and fair countenance, gleams of the discordant ?-breathe they not a perfect sym- coming sunshine. Oh, shame to term the metry and a perfect harmony ? - blend they not heart's fondest feelings, and the heart's fondest so softly and so delicately, yet each keeping love, idolatry !—it is not so. We complain not its own distinct hue, that if one were gone, all of this : ye cannot love parents, and wife, and the rest would suffer in their loveliness? And child too much: sacrilege to love them with the first streak in the east, when dawn awakes, a weak, limited, and vacillating faith! We doth it not gather much of its brightness from admire you for regarding those beings with an the surrounding twilight and the darkened infinitude of love ; we delight to witness this, hemisphere? Hast thou ever cast thine eye -ah, no coldness, no icy chilliness, for us. But, on a bed of flowers, and hast thou not remarked whilst we glory in such attachments,-mark, how their varied tints fell into one rich and spiritual soul, here is the distinction,-we cengolden whole? And in looking back on thy sure you, that with all this exhaustless love, past life, does not every event and every cir- and all these exquisite feelings, and all these cumstance, however distinct, and however trembling emotions, you have no eye and no separate, become suffused with the same glow- heart for the Creator; we blame you, not that ing colouring and the same soft, mellowed you love child, and deem its innocent face so grace? And higher: Do not the attributes of fair ; not that you love wife, and deem her so the Eternal, which are infinite and immaculate, fondly precious ; not that you love parents, pour upon each other a more refulgent splen- and deem them the sweetest semblance of the dour and a more exhaustless magnificence? divine; but that, with all this bursting affection

So with the affections : to raise one at the and unutterable clinging, you have no regard expense of another is unwise ; rather cultivate for the altogether lovely and the altogether them all; and each will then breathe a fra- beautiful : that whilst your eye can melt into grance sweeter than the woodbine at the first tears, and your heart soften into sensibility at glimmer of day, and give forth a more delicious the sight of those “whom God has given," you music than the dying fall of an Æolian harp, have no tear and no sensibility for the bountiwhen the sun sinks down; and undulations ful Giver himself, softer than the gentle swelling of the bosom, We are not to look jealously upon the affecwhen wrapt in blissful dreams; and a cadence tions and the sanctities of home; the Oracles do more enchanting than the sigh of sleeping babe; not require this : we are to give up our sins, and a sound more still and richly melodious our evil thoughts, our roving dispositions, our than when the dew trembles on the early prim- wanderings, our love to the moral debased rose; and a strain more thrilling than when world, our pride of life, our pollutions, our the calm murmur of the sea breaks on the shore. unhallowed hearts: we are to become holy, And the religion of Jesus will throw starlight, meek, gentle; we are to be as God-like God; and moonlight, and sunlight on them all; and Jesus is to be in us; we are to do his work; they shall kindle with a brighter radiance, and abound in his labours. Temptation after tempglow with a more luscious beauty, and blush tation must be overcome ; assault after assault with a deeper grace, and speak a language more beaten off: the Spirit is to sanctify, to spiri spiritual than when man turns upwards his tualize: but we are to enjoy God's mercies ; eye on the vast heavens, and feels the divinity we are to reap happiness from those things hé within !

has given; we are to be fond and fonder parents; Young man, love thou thy wife ! no limit we are to be dutiful and more dutiful children; place to that affection ; darken it not with the we are to be loving and more loving husbands; calumny that it is idolatry ; shackle it not with we are to be tender and more tender wives; self-forged fetters ; let it be infinite and bound- we are to be faithful and more faithful friends; less ; in it thou shalt find delicious bliss ; it we are to be all that is “true, and honest, and will teach thee of heaven ; it will reveal things lovely, and of good report ;' and truer, and unspeakable; it will open up the fair beauty of more honest, and more lovely, and of better that orient clime where all is unfading as the report. Religion, instead of snapping these Everlasting ; it will roll music on thine ear; asunder, gives them a loftier and higher imit will pour unutterable sweets into thy lap; port; irradiates with a sunnier beam: it teaches, thy home will beam with loveliness ; it will be inculcates, commands the enforcement of every a symbol of the everlasting rest. Love her; one; it kindles all its angers and fulminates all cherish her: thy reward will be vast; -- love its wrath at their non-performance. her ; cherish her: thy nature will be elevated ; We do not believe there is such a thing as

- love her ; cherish her: thine heart will gush idolatry in these: the Bible never yet said so; with sublime and imperishable joy. And when and what are man's words ? Idolatry is the this world has wounded thee, and grieved thee, paying of that regard and worship to a semthen turn thee to her bosom, and thou shalt blance, or simulacrum, which belongs only and find thy heaven of trust and bliss ; and soon simply to the thing or being it personates. ye shall both turn to the soft, sweet haven of Now, we love a child as a child; we love a serene repose. It is not idolatry, this con- wife as a wife; we love them for what they are, nubial love; thy being will become perfected and and not for what they are not. Idolatry is ennobled. What! idolatry to love that faithful something distinct and different : it loves and creature who has reposed her all of earthly hap- worships the star, or flower, or painted wood, piness, and much of her heavenly, in your arms because it deems the flower, or star, or painted Surely God never meant this. Idolatry! if this wood to be God; hence it is idolatry, semblancy, be idolatry, we know not what it means. Hus- falsity.

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