Worship as well the mammon of the church.

Look on these deeds, and judge of those who do them!

And when ye see stars brighter than the moon;

And when, in spite of myriad feet that tread

And crush its bosom, shall the ground refuse

To send forth grass, flowers and abundant fruit,
Then be ye sure that cruelty is truth,

And these its ministers.

God bless you all!

[The pile is lit].

COUNT. Off! off! Let us be gone!-this is too much

For mortal flesh to bear.

LOL.

Nay, nay-stand still,

And steel thyself to see the power of God.

SPEC. Well! doubt ye that the fire will conquer him? 2nd SPEC. Methinks, although he is a desperate man, 'T will quail him.

3rd SPEC.

May God pardon him, if wrong!

But if he should be right—and right he is
In heart, if not in head-

1st SPEC.
What! say'st thou so?
3rd SPEC. I say, I wish we all were good as he!
LOL. Hark! hark! how cheerfully he sings aloud,
Amid the smoke and flame. Hark! hark! again,
How he doth pray, and bless his enemies!

COUNT. Off! off! Let us be gone! I cannot stand!
My brain swims round! my limbs are weak as grass
Oh! what a memory to my dying day

Shall I bear with me! Oh! that voice! that voice!

[Exeunt].

ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST.

BY THE HON. AND REV. BAPTIST W. NOEL, M. A.

Ir minds were moulded of the elements,

Some, we might think, were formed in cloudy tents
Of rattling thunders; while the lightning's stream
Baptized them at their birth, so much they seem
Creatures of storm and fire. Still blazing on
Wherever strife is stirred and honour won,
They peal above the factions of this world
Like thunder among Alpine summits hurled.
But the beloved Seer, whose even mind
In loving Christ had learned to love mankind,
Why was he named of Thunder? * Storms of life
Ne'er roused his gentle spirit into strife,

But as a lake, around whose margin rise

Tall woods and cliffs, that seem to touch the skies;—
Fenced from intrusive winds, serenely blue,

Takes from the sky its deepest, purest hue,
And lies so still, a child his skiff might guide,
E'en in his mother's sight, across its tide,
So in his soul such love and peace combined,
Learnt from his Lord, that not a holy mind

* See Mark iii. 17.

ST JOHN THE EVANGELIST.

PALNTEL, BY I OMINICH NO, ENGRAVED BY W. FINDEN.

Istby Saraz son Lew Lambs Conduit Street & Hurst Chance & C?. "Pauls hurch Yard London 18" 1.

Fub by Samson Low Lambs Conduit Street &Hurst Chance & Pauls Church Yard London 1831.