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Would merely lift his gaze to those far skies
To Him alone who wipes all tears from out all eyes. BY MRS. ABDY.
What is to thee its dazzling path of glory? I never have fondly and trustfully hung
The blood of slaughtered millions stains its sod! On the smooth, glosing accents of Flattery's tongue; What can avail to write thy name in story I never was won by the aptly-turned phrase
If it be blotted from the Book of God ? That leads the tired spirit through Sophistry's maze: And He hath said-the head alone grown hoary I like not half-meanings, perplexing and vain-
In righteousness, the foot with meekness shod, The language for me is unvarnished and plain; The crown of heavenly glory shall secure : Vor care I, if speakers be rough and uncouth, Thy God hath said it so, and God alone is sure. So long as they fearlessly utter the Truth!
There yet is time, poor soul, though widely wander I like not the bards who depict to our view
Thy footsteps from the narrow path and strait. The objects of life in a rose-coloured hne
Open the Book of Life-there read and ponder Xor dare on the plain, homely themes to begin
Even at the eleventh hour 'tis not too late ; Of poverty, sorrow, oppression, and sin !
Crawl from the slough of thy despond, and yonder, The bards that I prizo--there are some in these
Where shines the light above the wicket-gate, days
Knock-and beneath the cross of God's dear Son, Depict to us clearly the world and its ways;
Go, humbly tell thy sins, and say His will be done! All evils they combat, all sufferings soothe, By the mighty and luminous power of the Truth! Thou wilt not knock in vain, poor mournful sinner,
O'er the wide waste of waters His white dove Friends, earnest, unflinching, and firm have I Will bring the olive-branch-thou be the winner, gained;
Though all on earth be lost, of heavenly love, The touchstone of Truth they have nobly sustained ; Go on-go on! be childlike a beginner, The world's brightest honours had lain at their feet
With humble ster, and meek eyes rais'd above, Had they sought them amid the smooth ways of And tread the path that thy Redeemer trod
deceit: The course may be pleasant, the flowers may be fair,
The path is over thorns, but thorns that lead to God.
ALBERT TAYLOR. But they know that “the trail of the serpent” is
there And pray to the God whom they served from their youth,
Κ Α Τ Η Ε R Ι Ν Ε. To keep them still safe in the path of the Truth !
BY MARIA NORRIS.
Dear Katherine! Looking in thine English eyes, Ynt here-not here! where death is ever preying
Gemmed o'er with mirth, sweet flowers in sunOn all most loved-most beautiful and fair!
shine glowing, Not here--not here! with hell-born Sin arraying A thousand gentle fancies to me rise, In angel garb of light each phantom snare!
Calm as a river in its summer flowing. On to that soft, enchanted ground betraying,
Heaven grant those loving eyes may never dim From whose charm'd sleep the waking is despair.
With sorrow, or the blasting tomb of care; Not here-not here ! beyond the clouds the goal
But while thy life swells on, like holy hymn Where thou must seek for rest and fold thy wings,
At sunset, I would image gathering there, my soul!
In future days, blest looks thou know'st not nowNot in this world, whose every shining pleasure
The matron's deep unutterable joy, Lures, like an ignis-fatuus, to the mire,
When first she teaches infant knees to bow, Whose cup is gall—whose wealth, like fairy treasure, The Saviour's prayer, while o'er her senses steal
And murmurs, in the hearing of her boy,
Flushes of bliss which only mothers feel. sure,
II. True joy is found, alone, beyond the clouds and She's dead. Twelvemonths agone a shamefaced tomb.
bride, There is no medicine here, to ease thy aching
Centre and sun of many a hope, she knelt
Ah! draw the curtains round the still bedside!
Such stillness at one's inner life is felt,
Ali! Katherine, Katherine-would I might recall The frailest, still, the ties that promise best;
The wish whose fruit has brought such bitter smart! But far beyond yon dome of heavenly blue
But searching then in fondness, I of all Can truth alone be found, for Heaven alone is true !
Chose this one wish--the dearest I could make
Nor dreamed thy death was in the wish I gave. What are to thee the honoured stars that glitter Great Heaven! should not the flower, for the bud's Upon the high-born breast, in empty pride ?
sake, What are its titles all, but toys that litter
Have lingered yet, or it have shared her grave ? The path of life? Can they its sad tears hide ? Ah little thought I, when my hand clasped thine, Ali no! humility's dark robe were fitter
Our farewell echoed in the Mind Divine! For him to don, who, casting earth aside,
In approaching this subject, we shall do well a theoretical acquaintance—so far as such a to remember that the Scriptures were never knowledge may give the writer any right to intended to be a scientific manual; that they hazard an opinion, she can honestly say that to speak of the phenomena of nature in language her own mind certain truths of Scripture bare which, although not scientifically correct, is un received from geological facts confirmation derstood, and received among us without mis- strong almost as mathematical demonstration. leading any one; and that in them the Deity She trusts that the prejudices against Geology has not anticipated any of the remarkable disco- are fast dying away; very certain she feels, that veries which perchance He destined as the far from being at variance with Revelation, this dowry of our latter ages.
science will be found to interpret the hierogly. All that can be fairly required of science is, phics in which Eternal Wisdom bas been writing that she should not contradict Scripture. There for countless ages on the rocks, a chain of eiris a science, “ falsely so called,” which has un- cumstances, a volume of illustrations to the happily misled many well-meaning persons, and Book of Revelation. has almost persuaded them that Christianity To the thoughtful mind, it does seem that the and Philosophy are often at variance; but let us present age is rich in the discovery of such illusbe certain that all Truth springs from one trations of the Scripture. Infidels had doubted Origin, and that when we find two truths irre- whether Nineveh in reality ever existed, or whe. concileable, the defect is ours; for there is in ther, if it existed, the prophet had not exag. reality but one Truth, an emanation from Infi- gerated its size; but Dr. Layard discovers the nite Perfection; and while it is clear that a thing remains of the city, and finds the measurement cannot differ from itself, it is a proposition of the walls to correspond with the account of equally simple that perfection does not produce Jonah. imperfection.
So, too, unbelievers, both scoffers and doubtWe, who are students in the outer court of ers—let not the writer be supposed harshly to the Temple of Nature, may fancy dissonances judge the latter class-had ridiculed or tried to in the inusic, as the solemn anthem from within disprove the Scripture chronology. Some asserted peals upon our ear; we may fancy incongruities that the world, as it is, existed from eternity; as we catch a glimpse now and then of the inner others that the origin of man was far anterior glory by a half-opened door or a raised curtain, to the period fixed in the Mosaic cosmogody; but what are our fancies? The thoughts of and such objections were not easily overruled, short-lived mortals, are so far from infallible, i for fix what point one may, an antagonist can that the wisest steps are often those which we always suppose a preceding race or races. It would undo and amend. Can we lead forth the would seem, indeed, an unanswerable objection; army of the stars? Can we marshal the hosts " but,” says Professor Hitchcock, " although of the planets, bidding each sustain his part in Geology can rarely give chronological dates, but the silent and lovely dance which weaves chains only a succession of events, she is able to say, of light around the earth, a dance which with from the monuments she has deciphered, that energy yet as fresh as when the morning stars man cannot have existed on the globe more than sang together” on the birthday of creation, has six thousand years." been kept on in unbroken flow for six thousand Nor is this a position assumed without reasons years ?
more than plausible. Since regularity is the rule of Nature, eccen- “ That man,” says Hitchcock, " was among tricity the exception, surely it is but reasonable the very last of the animals created, is made certo conclude, when we meet with insuperable tain by the fact that his remains are found only difficulties, and apparent antagonisms, that we in the very highest part of alluvium. This is
see but in a glass, darkly," and need a clearer rarely more than one hundred feet in thickness, light ere we successfully investigate the wonder while the other fossiliferous strata lying beneath ful works of Providence. And since in criti- the alluvium are six miles thick. cising here, we are dealing with the works of “ Hence man was not in existence during all Almighty Power and Benevolence, the greatest the period in which these six miles of strata modesty ought to characterise our method of were in a course of deposition, and he has ex, expressing our opinions.
isted only during the comparatively short period So far as a very superficial knowledge of in which the one hundred feet of alluvium hare Geology--if indeed that can be called a know- been formed; nay, during only a small part of ledge which includes only a strong interest and the alluvial period. His bones having the same
chemical composition as the bones of other which have often elevated and chastened our animals, are no more liable to decay; and, minds, would not have existed. Imagine the therefore, had he lived and died in any of the earth's surface a dead flat. What monotony ! periods preceding the alluvial, his bones must It would be a constant punishment to creatures have been mixed with those of other animals so gratified by variety as we are. belonging to those periods. But they are not would our taste have been wounded, but our thus found in a single well-authenticated in- precious stones and metals would have been stance, and, therefore, his existence has been sought in vain ; their formation probably occurs limited to the alluvial period. Hence he must too low for human labour ever to have reached have been created and placed upon the globe them, had not a mighty Hand overturned the (such is the testimony of Geology), during the earth's surface, and opiled up in rocky storelatter part of the alluvial period.”
houses such treasures as are accessible to the That human remains are capable of fossiliza- labour of man. tion, is proved by the fact that the process is Beauty might have gazed on the dew-drops, now actually going on in many parts of the and longed to chrystallize their rainbow sparkworld.
lings, and to deck herself with them as orna“On the coasts of the Antilles," says the ments; but she might have sighed in vain over learned Humboldt in his Cosmos, “ these forma- their short-lived splendour : the tremulous rays tions of the present ocean contain articles of pot of the diamond-that temple of imprisoned tery, and other objects of human industry; and light—the rich glow of the ruby, the purple in Guadaloupe even human skeletons of the shinings of the amethyst, would not have been Carib tribe." There is a large slab of limestone hers ; nor could she have had those robes fine rock in the British Museum, containing a large as tissue, which are woven for her by maportion of a female skeleton-a specimen fami-chinery almost perfect, if these convulsions of liar no doubt to many of our readers ; we be former ages had not brought the metals near the lieve it was dug up at Guadaloupe: in any case surface. a sight of it must convince the most sceptical, It may be interesting here to state that man's that human bones are as capable of being thus labours have extended to * "a vertical depth of preserved as any remains which have been dis somewhat more than two thousand feet (about covered.
one-third of a geographical mile) below To our mind, the view of the earth as the the level of the sea, and consequently only laboratory of the Deity, in which for thousands about one 19,800th part of the earth's surof years He carried on operations, preparing it face." The temperature of the water at the gradually for higher and higher developments of bottom of a deep salt mine at Minden, in organic life, is a sublime and awful retrospect. Prussia,t “was ninety-one degrees Fahrenheit, Were it possible for the panorama of Creation which, assuming the mean temperature of the to be unrolled in successive scenes before us, air as forty-nine degrees three minutes, gives an the word Creator would be fraught with ideas of augmentation of temperature of one degree for magnitude and power, of foresight and benevo- every fifty-four feet.” lence, infinitely surpassing our present concep
How essential are our coal formations to our tions. We should see how exactly the succes- prosperity as
a nation! Whatever our consive races of creatures were suited to the condi- dition might have been, at least we should have tion of the earth which prevailed during their been situated widely different but for these trealife, and how their existence, while it lasted, was sures of our isles. one of pleasure and enjoyment.
Is it not a strange reflection, that the gas Incongruous and unsightly in our eyes do which lights our streets, the coals of the housemany of the fossil creatures appear; but we hold fires about which we gather, are new forms should perceive, on a study of the subject, that which a gigantic primeval vegetation has ascreatures with organizations so delicate as our sumed. Nearly four hundred species have been existing races, could not have lived in the detected by the botanical analyst in the coal forworld's then condition. Never, say the geolo- mations of England and the European congists, was the world so filled with high forms of tinents. Among them are grasses, gigantic organic life as now, and never was it in a state palms, and coniferæ; some of the latter exhibit80 adapted to their comfort and preservation. ing faint traces of annual rings! Strange regis
The vast changes which upheaved continents ter of bygone ages, penned by Time himself, and and overturned” rocks, are to us unknown. incapable of falsehood ! What a destruction of life and beauty would How many changing seasons must have ensue if such convulsive throes now agitated the breathed through those green boughs-how earth's crust! But the Deity creates to pre- many strange and extinct species couched beserve, not to destroy; and in the beautiful lan- neneath them, before the mighty metamorphosis guage of David, “ his tender mercies are over was perfected! And how many reverses of all his works.”
human fortunes, both private and national, were And yet if these giant changes had never occurred, how many beauties, how many sources of pleasure and of industry would have been * Humboldt: “ Cosmos." Translated by C. wanting. The romantic undulations of hill and Otté. so important to the charms of fine scenery