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THE HOUR OF DEATH.

channels; and the flies do rise again from their little graves in walls, and dance a while in the air, to tell that there is joy within, and that the great mother of creatures will open the stock of her new refreshment, become useful to mankind, and sing praises to her Redeemer. So is the heart of a sorrowful man under the discourses of a wise comforter; he breaks from the despairs of the grave, and the fetters and chains of sorrow; he blesses God, and he blesses thee, and he feels his life returning; for to be miserable is death, but nothing is life but to be comforted; and God is pleased with no music from below so much as in the thanksgiving songs of relieved widows, of supported orphans, of rejoicing, and comforted, and thankful persons.

"Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?"-HEBREWS Xii.

THE HOUR OF DEATH.

MRS. HEMANS.

LEAVES have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath

And stars to set — but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Day is for mortal care ;

Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth;

Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayerBut all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth.

The banquet hath its hour

Its feverish hour-of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears—but all are thine.

Youth and the opening rose

May look like things too glorious for decay,
And smile at thee- but thou art not of those
That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey.

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Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,
And stars to set - but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

We know when moons shall wane,

When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grainBut who shall teach us when to look for thee?

Is it when Spring's first gale
Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie?
Is it when roses in our paths grow pale?
They have one season all are ours to die.

Thou art where billows foam ;

Thou art where music melts upon the air;
Thou art around us in our peaceful home;

And the world calls us forth and thou art there.

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WHAT IS DEATH?

Thou art where friend meets friend,

Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest;

Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.

Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,
And stars to set- but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

"It is not the design or plan of God-his nature will not allow of any such design or plan- to deprive his creatures of happiness, but only to pour the cup of bitterness into all that happiness, and smite all that joy and prosperity which the creature has in any thing out of Himself.” FENELON.

WHAT IS DEATH?

REV. GEORGE CROLEY.

WHAT is death? 'tis to be free:

No more to love, or hope, or fear;

To join the dread equality;

All, all alike are humble there.
The mighty wave

Wraps lord and slave.

Nor pride, nor poverty, dares come

Within that refuge house-the tomb.

Spirit with the drooping wing,
And the ever-weeping eye,

Thou of all earth's kings art king ;
Empires at thy footstool lie.
Beneath thee strewed,

Their multitude

Sink like waves upon the shore;
Storms shall never rouse them more.

What's the grandeur of the earth
To the grandeur round thy throne?
Riches, glory, beauty, birth,
To thy kingdoms all have gone.
Before thee stand

The wondrous band

Bards, heroes, sages, side by side-
Who darkened nations when they died.

Earth hath hosts, but thou canst show Many a million for her one. Through thy gates the mortal flow Has for countless years rolled on. Back from the tomb

No step has come;

There fixed till the last thunder's sound

Shall bid thy prisoners be unbound.

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DEATH A SLEEP.

DEATH A SLEEP.

REV. JOHN HARRIS.

So ample and sufficient are the preparatory measures which Christ has taken for the final extinction of death, that he speaks of it in terms of comparative disparagement and indifference. So effectually is it disarmed and mutilated, and so completely at the disposal of Christ, that he speaks of it already as if it were not. "Whosoever believeth in me shall never die." "If a man keep my sayings, he shall never taste of death; he shall never see death." In accordance with these representations, he has given the state of death the soft and tranquillizing name of sleep.

"For if we believe that Jesus died, and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him."-1 THESSALONIANS iv.

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