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Thus useful ivy clasps an elm around.
The changing skies hang out their sable Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day
clouds; Came onward, mantled o’er with sober gray; A sound in air presaged approaching rain, Nature, in silence, bid the world repose, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. When, near the road, a stately palace rose. Warned by the signs, the wandering pair reThere, by the moon, through ranks of trees treat they pass,
To seek for shelter at a neighboring seat. Whose verdure crowned their sloping sides 'Twas built with turrets, on a rising ground,
And strong, and large, and unimproved It chanced the noble master of the dome
around; Still made his house the wandering stranger's Its owner's temper, timorous and severe, home;
Unkind and griping, caused a desert there. Yet still the kindness, from a thirst of praise, As near the miser's heavy door they drew, Proved the vain flourish of expensive ease. Fierce rising gusts with sudden fury blew; The pair arrive; the liveried servants wait; The nimble lightning, mixed with showers, Their lord receives them at the pompous gate; began, The tables groan with costly piles of food, And o'er their heads loud rolling thunders ran; And all is more than hospitably good.
Here long they knock, but knock or call in Then, led to rest, the day's long toil they vain, drown,
Driven by the wind, and battered by the rain Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of At length some pity moves the master's down.
breast; At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, 'Twas then his mansion first received a guest; Along the wide canals the zephyrs play; Slow creaking turns the door with jealous Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, care, And shake the neighboring woods to banish And half he welcomes in the shivering pair. sleep.
One frugal fagot lights the naked walls, Up rise the guests, obedient to the call; And nature's fervor through their limbs reAn early banquet decks the splendid hall;
calls; Rich, luscious wine a golden goblet graced, Bread of the coarsest sort, with meager wine, Which the kind master forced the guests to Each hardly granted, served them both to taste.
dine; Then, pleased and thankful, from the porch And when the tempest first appeared to cease, they go;
A ready warning bid them part in peace; And, but the landlord, none had cause of With still remark, the pondering hermit viewwoe;
ed, His cup was vanished; for in secret guise, In one so rich, a life so poor and rude; The younger guest purloined the glittering And why should such, within himself he cried, prize.
Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside? As one who spies a serpent in his way,
But what new marks of wonder soon take Glittering and basking in the summer ray,
place Disordered stops to shun the danger near, In every settling feature of his face, Then walks with faintness on, and looks with When, from his vest, the young companion fear,
bore So seemed the sire, when, far upon the road, That cup the generous landlord owned before, The shining spoil his wily partner showed. And paid profusely with the precious bowl He stopped with silence, walked with trem- The stinted kindness of his churlish soul. bling heart,
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; And much he wished, but durst not ask to The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky; part;
A fresher green the swelling leaves display, Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it And, glittering as they tremble, cheer the hard
day; That generous actions meet a base reward. The weather courts them from their poor reWhile thus they pass, the sun his glory treat, shrouds,
And the glad master bolts the weary gate.
While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom Again the wanderers want a place to lie; wrought
Again they search, and find a lodging nigh. With all the travail of uncertain thought; The soil improved around, the mansion neat, His partner's acts without their cause appear; And neither poorly low, nor idly great; 'Twas there a vice, and seemed a madness It seemed to speak its master's turn of mind, here;
Content, and not for praise, but virtue, kind.
“When the grave household round his ball repair,
Warned by a bell, and close the hour with prayer.” Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes, Hither the walkers turn their weary feet, Lost and confounded with the various shows. Then bless the mansion, and the master greet. Now night's dim shades again involve the Their greeting fair, bestowed with modest sky;
The courteous master hears, and thus replies: Celestial odors breathe through purpled air,
Sudden he gazed, and wist not what to do. Warned by a bell, and close the hour with Surprise, in secret chains, his words suspends, prayer.
And in a calm his settling temper ends; At length the world, renewed by calm repose, But silence here the beauteous angel broke, Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose; The voice of music ravished as he spoke: Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept “Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unNear a closed cradle where an infant slept,
known, And writhed his neck! the landlord's little In sweet memorial rise before the Throne; pride,
These charms success in our bright region O strange return! grew black, and gasped, find, and died !
And force an angel down to calm thy mind; Horror of horrors: what, his only son! For this commissioned, I forsook the sky; How looked our hermit when the fact was Nay, cease to kneel—thy fellow-servant I. done!
Then know the truth of government divine, Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder And let these scruples be no longer thine. part,
The Maker justly claims that world he made; And breathe blue fire, could more assault his In this the right of Providence is laid; heart.
Its secret majesty through all depends Confused, and struck with silence at the deed, On using second means to work his ends. He flies, but, trembling, fails to fly with 'Tis thus, withdrawn, in state from human speed;
eye, His steps the youth pursues ; the country lay The Power exerts his attributes on high, Perplexed with roads; a servant showed the Your action uses, nor controls your will, way;
And bids the doubting sons of men be still. A river crossed the path; the passage o'er What strange events can strike with more Was nice to find; the servant trod before;
surprise Long arms of oak an open bridge supplied, Than those which lately struck thy wonderAnd deep the waves beneath them bending ing eyes? glide.
Yet, taught by these, confess the Almighty The youth, who seemed to watch a time to just, sin,
And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust. Approached the careless guide, and thrust The great, vain man, who fared on costly him in;
food, Plunging, he falls, and rising, lifts his head, Whose life was too luxurious to be good, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the Who made his ivory stand with goblets shine, dead.
And forced his guests to morning draughts of While sparkling rage inflames the father's wine, eyes,
Has with the cup the graceless custom lost, He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries: And still he welcomes, but with less of cost. “Detested wretch!” But scarce his speech The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted began,
door When the strange partner seemed no longer Ne'er moved in pity to the wandering poor, man;
With him I left the cup, to teach his mind His youthful face seemed more serenely sweet, That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be His robe turned white, and flowed upon his kind. feet,
Conscious of wanting worth, he views the Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair, bowl,
And feels compassion touch his grateful soul. “I'm bound for Heaven, and when I'm there
Then he fixed his eyes on the shining track, But now the child half-weaned his heart from But his gown was heavy, and held him back, God;
And the poor old father tried in vain
A single step in the flood to gain.
But his silk gown floated on the tide;
And no one asked in that blessed spot To all but thee, in fits he seemed to go,
Whether he belonged to "the Church” or not. And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow. The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust,
Then down to the river a Quaker strayed, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. His dress of a sober hue was made; But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack,
“My coat and hat must be all of gray, Had that false servant sped in safety back!
I cannot go any other way." This night his treasured heaps he meant to steal,
Then he buttoned his coat straight up to his And what a fund of charity would fail!
chin, Thus Heaven instructs thy mind; this trial And staidly, solemnly waded in, o'er,
And his broad-brimmed hat he pulled down Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.”
tight On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew; O'er his forehead, so cold and white. The sage stood wondering as the seraph flew; Thus stood Elisha, when, to mount on high, But a strong wind carried away his hat; His master took the chariot of the sky;
A moment he silently sighed over that, The fiery pomp ascending left the view, And then, as he gazed on the further shore, The prophet gazed, and wished to follow too. The coat slipped off and was seen no more. The bending hermit here a prayer begun : “Lord, as in heaven, on earth thy will be As he entered Heaven his suit of gray
Went quietly sailing-away-away, done!" Then gladly turning, sought his ancient place, About the width of his beaver's brim.
And none of the angels questioned him And passed a life of piety and peace.
Next came Dr. Watts with a bundle of psalms,
And hymns as many, a very wise thing,
TACK the various doctrines the saints be- But I thought he heaved an anxious sigh
As he saw the river ran broad and high, That night I stood in troubled dream,
And looked rather surprised, as, one by one, By the side of a darkly flowing stream.
The psalms and hymns in the waves went And a “ Churchman” down to the river came;
down. When I heard a strange voice call his name. And after him with his mss., “Good father, stop; when you cross this tide
Come Wesley, the pattern of Godliness, You must leave your robes on the other side.” But he cried, “ Dear me! what shall I do?
The water has soaked me through and But the aged father did not mind,
And the saint, astonished, passed through How she longed to pass to the other side, alone,
Nor feared to cross over the swelling tide, Without the manuscripts, up to the throne. A voice arose from the brethren then:
“Let no one speak but the 'holy men;'
For have you not heard the words of Paul: Then gravely walking, two saints by name, Down to the stream together came,
‘Oh! let the women keep silence all.'” But as they stopped by the river's brink, I saw one saint from the other shrink. I watched them long in my curious dream,
Till they stood by the borders of the stream; “Sprinkled or plunged ? may I ask you, But all the brethren were talking yet,
Then, just as I thought, the two were met; friend,
And would talk on, till the heaving tide How you attain to life's great end ?
Carried them over, side by side; “ Thus, with a few drops on my brow;"
Side by side, for the way was one, “But I have been dipped, as you'll see me
The toilsome journeying of life was done, now."
And all who in Christ the Savior died
Came out alike on the other side; “And I really think it will hardly do, No forms, or crosses, or books had they, As I'm close communion,' to cross with you; No gowns of silk, or suits of gray, You're bound, I know, to the realms of bliss, No creeds to guide them, or manuscripts, But you must go that way, and I'll go this.” For all had put on Christ's righteousness.
ANONYMOUS. Then straightway plunging with all his might Away to the left-his friend to the right, Apart they went from this world of sin,
MISSIONARY HYMN. But at last together they entered in.
FROM Greenland's icy mountains, And now, when the river was rolling on,
From India's coral strand, A Presbyterian Church came down;
Where Afric's sunny fountains Of women there seemed an innumerable
Roll down their golden sand; throng,
From many an ancient river, But the men I could count as they passed
From many a palmy plain, along.
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain. And concerning the road they could never agree;
What though the spicy breezes The Old or the New way, which it could be,
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Nor never a moment paused to think
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
The gifts of God are strewn,
The heathen, in his blindness, Came ever up from the thronging crowd:
Bows down to wood and stone. “ You're in the old way and I'm in the new, That is the false, and this is the true"
Shall we whose souls are lighted Or, “I'm in the old way and you're in the
With wisdom from on high ; new,
Shall we to man benighted That is the false, and this is the true."
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh salvation! But the brethren only seemed to speak,
The joyful sound proclaim, Modest the sisters walked and meek,
Till each remotest nation And if ever one of them chanced to say
Has learned Messiah's name. What troubles she met with on the way,