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Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions ? who hath babbling ? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thy heart shall utter perverse things. Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.

They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake?' I will seek it yet again.—Bible.


The Good Samaritan.-BIBLE. 1 And behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him,

saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? He aid unto him, what is written in the law ? how readest ilou? And he answering, said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbor us thyself. And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live. But he, willing to jusify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbor ?

And Jesus. answering, said, A certain man went down from 2 Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped

him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. And by chance there came down a certain priest that way; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side. But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, and went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring

in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought 3 him to an inn, and took care of him. And on the morrow,

when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them

to the host, and said unto him, 'I ake care of him: and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay .

thee. Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbor unto him that fell among the thieves ? And he said, He that showed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.

Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman, named Martha, re4

ceived him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also set at Jesus' feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone ? bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered, and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things : but one thing is needsul ; and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.

Abraham's Hospitality. 1 And the Lord appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre ;

and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day. And he lifted up his eyes and looked, and lo, three men stood by him; and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself toward the ground, and said, My Lord, if now I have found favor in thy sight, pass not away, I pray thee, from thy servant :-Let a little water, I pray you, he fetched, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree: and I will fetch a morsel of bread, and comfort ye your hearts ; after that ye


pass 2 on : for therefore are ye come to your servant.

said, So do, as thou hast said. And Abraham hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures of fine meal, knead it, and make cakes upon the hearth. And Abraham ran unto the herd, and fetched a calf, tender and good, and gave it unto a young man; and he hasted to dress it. And he took butter, and milk, and the calf which he had dressed, and set it before them; and he stood by them under the tree, and they did eat.

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LESSON. XLIV. The Cotter's Saturday Night.- Berxs. 1 The cheerful supper done, with serious face,

They round the ingle,* form a circle wide ; The sire turns o’er, with patriarchal grace,

The big ha' Bible,f once his father's pride ;

His bonnet reverently is laid aside,
His lyarts haffetsý wearing thin and bare ;

Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales a portion with judicious care ;
And Let us worship (iod!” he says, with solemn air.
2 They chant their artless notes in simple guise :

They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim ; Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise,

Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name,
Or noble Elgin beets the heavenward flame,
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays :

Compared with these, Italian trills are tame;
The tickled ears no heartfelt raptures raise ;
Nə unison have they with our Creator's praise.
3 The priest-like father reads the sacred page,

How Abram was the friend of God on high ;
Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage

With Amelek's ungracious progeny;

Or how the royal hard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ;

Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry ;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ;
Or other holy seers that tuned the sacred lyre.
4 Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme-

How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ;. How He, who bore in heaven the second name,

Had not on earth whereon to lay his head ;

How his first followers and servants sped, The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ;

How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, * Ingle, fire-place. t ha' bible, hall bible.

I Lyart, gray. s hafsets, temples.

Il beets, feeds.

ind heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's

command. 5 Then, kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King,

The saint, the father, and the husband prays ; Hope “springs exulting on triumphant wing,

That thus they all shall meet in future days ;

There ever bask in uncreated rays ;
No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear;

Together hymning their Creator's praise,
In such society, yet still more dear,
While heaven moves round in an eternal sphere.
G Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride,

In all the pomp of method and of art,
When men display to congregations wide,

Devotion's every grace-except the heart !

The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ;

But haply, in some cottage far apart,

May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul : ind in his book of life the inmates poor enrol. Then homeward all take off their several way ;

The youngling cottagers retire to rest : The parent pair their secret homage pay,

And proffer up to Heaven the warm request

That He, who stills the raven's clamorous nest,
And decks the lily fair in flowery pride,

Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best,
For them and for their little ones provide ;
But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
8 From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,

That makes her loved at home, revered abroad :
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings

“ An honest man's the noblest work of God ;"

And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind;

What is lordling's pomp? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined !

* certes, certainly.


9 O Scotia, my dear, my native soil?

For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent; Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil

Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content !

And, oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent
From luxury's contagion weak and vile!

Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent,
A virtuous populace may rise the while,
And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.

10 () Thou! who poured the patriotic tide

That streamed through Wallace's undaunted heart, Who dared to nobly stein tyrannic pride,

Or nobly die, the second glorious part

(The patriot's God peculiarly thou art,
His Friend, Inspirer, Guardian and Reward !)

O never, never, Scotia's realm desert ;

But still the patriot and the patriot bard,
* In bright succession, raise, her ornament and guard :


Deer Hunter of the West.-AUDUBON. 1 His dress, you observe, consists of a leather hunting

shirt, and a pair of trowsers of the same material. His feet are well moccasined; he wears a helt round his waist; his heavy rifle is resting on his brawny shoulder; on one side hangs his ball-pouch, surmounted by the horn of an ancient buffalo, once the terror of the herd, but now containing a pound of the best gunpowder ; his butcher knife is scabbarded in the same strap, and behind is a tomahawk, the handle of which has been thrust through his girdle.

He walks with so rapid a step, that probably few men 2 could follow him, unless for a short distance, in their anxiety

to witness his ruthless deeds. He stops, looks at the flint of his gun, its priming, and the leather cover of the lock, then glances his eye towards the sky, to judge of the course most likely to lead him to the game.

The heavens are clear, the red glare of the morning sun gleams through the lower branches of the lofty trees, the

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