the swellings of Jordan are not less regular in their rise than when the Hebrews first approached its banks; and he who goes down from Jerusalem to Jericho still incurs the greatest hazard of falling among thieves. There is in fact, in the scenery and manners of Palestine, a perpetuity that accords well with the everlasting imports of its historical records, and which enables us to identify with the utmost readiness the local imagery of every great transaction. MAGNANIMITY. Cæsar has had the testimony of ages to his bravery, and yet he refused a challenge from Anthony. He very calmly answered the bearer of the message-" If Anthony is weary of his life, tell him there are other ways to death, besides the point of my sword." How well would it be, if there were more instances of the like independence of mind. DEATH. It is doubtless hard to die; but it is agreeable to hope we shall not live here for ever, and that a better life will put an end to the troubles of this.-If we were offered immortality on earth, who is there would accept so melancholy a gift? What resource, what hope, what consolation would then be left us against the rigour of fortune, and the injustice of man? THOUGHTS. How one powerful passion, indulged without restraint, may lay waste the finest qualities of the soul, and changing from the most generous, to the most selfish of human affections, cease to deserve any other tribute, than christian compassion for its afflictive excess. GUILT. Guilt is generally afraid of light; it considers darkness as a natural shelter, and makes night the confidant of those actions, which cannot be trusted to the tell-tale day The two most engaging powers of an author are, to make new things familiar, and familiar things new. POETRY. THE DWELLING OF MY CHOICE. BY S. F. SMITH. Where gorgeous clouds usher the morning's first ray, Their gladness the birds in sweet warbled notes tell, Where flows the still river away to the sea; Where melody pours its harmonious swell, Where storms never rustle and winds never blow- And blaze on the eyes from each point where they turn; LINES Written on seeing a young female friend, for the first time, approach the Communion Table. Go forth, thou lovely one, and take Thy seat with those who now are met The bread of holy love to break, And mingle joy with fond regret; And they are met the cup to drink, That Jesus blessed for such as thee, And of his last request to think, Go forth, and in thy joyous days That echoes now from earth to heav'n; To Him, who for thy sins hath bled, Around thy heart its blessings shed. Go forth, and wipe the tears away All earth with songs of gladness ring, Go forth and take thy seat-for thou Go then and offer up thy vow, To worship God, and God alone; Thou art gone-the uncreated light Of heaven is shining round thy brow; THE REST OF THE RANSOMED. O is there a land, where the loved ones ne'er sever, O is there a land, where the storms never lower? O is there a land, where the pure gushing fountains Pour forth their clear streams from the hills and the mountains? Winding through the green groves and the fair sunny bowers, Delightfully sweet, with the perfume of flowers? O is there a land of such exquisite splendor The moon and the sun-beams no brightness can render? Where shining ones bow 'inid the glory that's pouring From God and the Lamb they're with rapture adoring? There is such a land, 'tis the Pearl of creation, Far off in bright regions it holds its high station, 'Tis the hope of the Pilgrim when fainting he dies, 'Tis the rest of the Ransomed-his home in the skies. THE LAND OF OUR BIRTH. There is not a spot in this wide peopled earth Ever hallow the sod, And its valleys and hills by our children be trod. Can the language of strangers in accents unknown, Like the land of our birth, Where heroes keep guard o'er the altar and hearth! How sweet is the language which taught us to blend Ever hallow the sod, And its valleys and hills by our children be trod ! TO A FOUNTAIN. Sweet Fountain, in thy cool and glassy bed And all the softness which thy wave can shed- Some brighter world beneath that pictured sky; |