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every mind shall be open to receive the truth as it is in Jesus, and every heart be tilled with love to God and man? When shall primitive Christianity in all its original parity and native simplicity, become universal? When shall it be that all the professors of the gospel, shall convince unbelievers by their heavenly tempers and holy lives, that there is something truly divine in the religion they profess? God of in. finite love and mercy ! carry thy gracious designs into effect, fulfil thy precious promises : let the sure words of prophecy,be accomplished, that all the earth may be filled with thy glory, the people become all righteous, and live to. gether in peace. We are waiting for thy salvation, O Lord !".- Wright.
PIOUS YOUTH. " THERE is not upon earth a more delightful, a more heart-reviving sight, than that of a number of young persons, spending the prime of their days in such a manner as to enable them to remember God with comfort. Go on ye delight of our eyes, and joy of our hearts ! Strew with the fairest flowers the path of life. Per. fume with the purest incense the altar of devotion. Prop with your kind assistance the steps of old age.
Let filial affection pour oil. into the lamp of parental comfort. Remember your creator, and depend upon it he will ne. ver forget you. Remember him to day and to morrow, a sweet sense of his love will cheer your spirits. Remember him in health and in sickness he will make your bed, he will place underneath you his everlasting arms, and even io death give you consolation. Remember him du youth, and in old age he will remember and
support you. Remember him in this world and in that which is to come, you shall find he has not forgotten you.
In that world your true life will begin, immortal youth will bloom in your countenance, immortal hallelujahs rise from your tongues, and immortal joy and improvement dwell in your hearts."-Butcher.
“ MANY talk of Poverty, but Jesus was poor. In ordinary cases he was sustained by alms, in extraordinary ones by miracles. When he came to die he had no personal property or landed estate to leave. All he had to bequeath was his wearing apparel, and even this never came to his mother, they parted his raiment among them, and for his vesture did they cast lots. What becomes then of riches? Are we such fools as to fall down and worship this idol of general adoration? Does inoney produce, does it imply worth ? Silver and gold I have none, says Peter, so then a man may be an apostle and moneyless. Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the son of man hath not where to lay his head ; why then a be. ing may be the brightness of the Father's glory and the express image of his p?rson, and be des. titute ! But, alas! all this will not keep others from thinking money the summit of all excel. lency. O money! money can add charms to ug. liness, money can transform wrinkles into youth, money can fill brainless heads with wisdom, and render nonsense oracular; money can turn mean. ness into virtue, and, falling like snow, can cover a dunghill, and give it the appearance at whiteness and innocency 1"...Jay.
PICTURE OF MAN.
" AN infant is brought into the world in all helpless, irrational and almost vegetable state, he gradually improves, his reasoning powers expand as the body grows. His first step is to the vivacity of childhood, his second to the ardor of youth, his third to the wisdom of manbood. Here he remains stationary for a time in the full vigorous exercise of his rational powers. He then begins to feel himself infirm and inactive; disease and pain impair his frame, the eyes grow dim, the ears grow deaf, and the other senses become useless. He feels a growing distaste to the enjoyments of life; amusements, soci. éty and books lose their relish, le bends to. wards the ground, from whence he was taken, his feet no longer are able to sustain their tot. tering load, he sinks upon his couch, the blood ceases to circulate, the pulse ceases to beat, the eyes are closed, the whole body is cold and motionless, and the worn out machine refuses any longer to act. He is buried in the earth, and is gradually resolved into his constituent particles. And shall this body again live? Shall this dust be again animated with the breath of life ? Nature in melancholy and despairing ac. cents answers in the negative, but, thanks be to God, we hear in the Gospel a melodious and animating voice exclaiming, I am the resurrection of the life, he that liveth and belieo. eth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die!"..Jardine.
ON THE DEATH OF RELATIVES AND
" WHEN we visit the tomb of some jastly, beloved frieud, let us behold it with a steady faith that one day it will be opened and set its prisoner free ; and while we gaze upon his present dormitory, let our musing thoughts run in the following train :
“ Not long since thou wast, what I am now, one of the actors in this passing scene. To all thy sighs I lent a pitying ear, and my heaving bosom beat responsive to, thy, sad, complaints. With thine my tears were mingled in the hour of affliction ; and, when joy brightened thy countenance, my heart felt a kindred pleasure. With thee I sat, or walked by the way, and held sweet converse. To thee my soul was knit by the ties of cordial amity and soft endear, ment. Now thou hast left me to mourn the loss of thee in pensive silence. On thy hallow. ed grave I drop the tender tear, and bid thy sacred ashes rest in peace. Ere long shall I join thee in thy dark abode, thy companion in the dust, till we be called forth in the end of the days. In life was I united to thee ; in the same cold arms of death shall I soon lie ; and, 0, transporting thought!, together shall we rise, no more to feel the agony of parting. All hail that blessed, moru which shall restore thee to
fond embrace! Methinks, I see its sprightly beams gilding the horizon, and leading on the bright triumphant day! Yonder appears the Judge arrayed in majesty, and holy myriads form his glorious train! He bids the trumpet sound. I hear its awful voice, which pene, trates through all the mansions of the dead
Methinks I now behold thy tomb opening to make a passage for thee, I see thy mortal frame, which was sown in corruption, dishonour, and weakness, raised in incorruption, glory, and power. I run to meet thee on thy release from the delightful recollection of our former friend. ship. We mark with gratitude together the kind hand of heaven, which led us through the pilgimage of life, nor left us in the vale of death. Risen to pass an undeclining day, we re. new the joys of social intercourse, undiminish. ed by the fear of interruption. We trace, with admiring wonder and gratitude, evidences of divine wisdom and benignity in the appointment of events, the particular uses of which had before eluded our discovery. We survey together the beauties of renovated nature ; and as we gaze, the pleasure of each is heightened by the participation of the other. We seek and find, among the countless multitude, the sight of whose happiness augments our own, the chosen few in whom our souls on earth de. lighted. With them we revive our former ac. quaintance. Engaged with them, and all around, in the most pure and sublime exercise of our noblest powers and affections, we share each other's and the general bliss. With the rapid improvement of our knowledge and goodness the increase of our felicity keeps an equal pace. Eternity, not to be shortened by the lapse of twice ten thousand ages, opens to our enraptured minds the prospect of rising higher in intellectual and moral excellence, and higher still beyond all imaginable liinits. Strnck with the refulgent splendours of celestial glo. ry on every side, joined in the bands of an in. dissoluble union with the assembly of the just made perfect, feeling within the retined satis.