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drooping vigor. Here when abandoned by the sel. fish sons of this world, he finds, as in a sanctuary,

the children of God ready with open arms to re. I lie in a heavy trance,

ceive him. And here the returning prodigal, enWith a world of dream without me;

folded in the embrace of those wbo know not of the Shapes of shadows dance

impurities of the world with which he has been In waving bands about me.

mixing, feels all at once his heart burst with shame But at times some mystic things

and repentance. Merciful God, what a city of refAppear in this phantom lair,

uge hast thou ordained in the Christian Home! That almost seem to me visitings

A true Christian Home can scarcely be said to or Truth known elsewhere

die. It may disappear from the eyes of flesh, but The world is wide ; these things are small;

its better parts, those which are truly valuable, beThey may be nothing, but they are all.

long also to our everlasting home. It has but to

throw off the elements of flesh, and it becomes at A prayer in an hour of pain

once that spiritual home to which eternal bliss is Begun in an undertone,

appended. All its occupations are preparations for Then lowered, as it would fain

another life; all its actions converge to that point; Be heard by the heart alone ;

its society originating in the flesh, has long ago been A throb when the son is entered

established in the spirit. Its inmates regard each By a light that is lit above,

other as companions of the life to come, and deride Where the God of nature is centered,

the power of any separation which this world can The beauty of love

effect. They look with contemptuous pity upon the The world is wide; these things are small ;

miserable expedient for union after death to which They may be nothing, but they are all.

worldlings resort, the laying up their bones in a A sense of an earnest will

costly vault; thus making a mockery of home in a To help the lowly living,

disgusting assemblage of mouldering skeletons. BeAnd a terrible heart.thrill

ing one in spirit, whether in the same grave or with If you have no power of giving ;

half the world between, they are still in union. An arm of aid to the weak ;

Rectory of Valehcad.
A friendly hand to the friendless ;-
Kind words so short to speak,
But whose echo is endless-

The world is wide; these things are small;
They may be nothing, but they are all.
The moment we think we have learnt

Lord Brougham concludes his sketches of the
The love of the All-wise One,

celebrated English radical, John Wilkes, with the By which we could stand unburnt

following just and forcible passage on the arts of the On the ridge of the seething sun ;

Demagogues :
The moment we grasp at the clue,

" The fall, the rapid and total declension of Long-lost and strangely riven,

Wilkes' fame-the utter oblivion into which his Which guides our souls to the True, very name has passed for all purposes save the reAnd the Poet to Heaven

membrance of his vices—the very ruins of his repuThe world is wide ; these things are small; tation, no longer remaining in our political history They may be nothing, but they are all. — this affords also a salutary lesson to the followers

of the multitude-those who may court applause of

the hour, and regulate their conduct towards the A CHRISTIAN HOME.

people, not by their own sound and conscientious opinions of what is right, but by the desire to gain

fame by doing what is pleasing, and to avoid giving Oh great, unspeakable is the blessing of a godly the displeasure that arises from telling wholesome, home. Here is the cradle of the Christian. Hence though unpalatable truths. Never man more pan. he sallies forth for encounter with the world, armed dered to the appetites of the mob, than Wilkes; at all points, disciplined in all the means of resist. never political pimp gave more uniform content. ance, and full of hope and victory under his heavenly ment to his employers. Having the moral and leader. Hither he ever afterwards turns a dutiful sturdy English. and not the voluble and versatile and affectionate look, regarding it as the type and Irish, to deal with, he durst not do or say as he pledge of another home. Hither, too, when sore chose himself: but was compelled to follow that he wounded in the conflict, he resorts to repair his might seem to lead, or at least to go two steps





with his followers, that he might get them to go, royal bounty forge to themselves and their country three with him He dared not deceive them grossly, chains, that they also may make the ladder they clumsily, openly, impudently-dared not tell them are to mount by, than the patriot of the city did to opposite stories—in the same breath-give them delude the multitude, whose slave he made himself, one advice to.day, and the contrary to-morrow that he might be rewarded with their sweet voices, pledge himself to a dozen things at one and the same and so rise to wealth and to power? When he time; then come before them with every pledge penned the letter of cant about administering jusunredeemed, and ask their voices, and ask their tice, rather than join a procession to honor the acmoney on the credit of as many other pledges, for cession of a princé whom in a private petition he the succeeding half year-all this, with the obsti- covered over thick and threefold with the slime of nate and jealous people of England, was out of the his flattery, he called himself a «manæuvre.” When question; it could not have passed for six weeks. he delivered a rant about liberty before the reverent But he committed as great, if not as gross, frauds judges of the land—he knew full well that he was upon them; abused their confidence as entirely, if not delighting those he addressed, but the mob out not so shamelessly; catered for their depraved appe- of doors, on whose ears the trash was to be echoed tites in all the base dainties of sedition and slander, back. When he spoke a speech in parliament, of and thoughtless violence, and unreasonable demands, which no one heard a word, and said aside to a instead of using his influence to guide their judg. friend who urged the fruitlessness of the attempt at ment, improve their taste, reclaim them from bad making the house listen—«Speak it I must, for it courses, and better their condition by providing for has been printed in the newspapers this half hour” their instruction. The means by which he retained -he confessed that he was acting a false part in their attachment were disgraceful and vile-like the one place to compass a real object in another ; hypocrite, his whole life was a lie. The tribute as thoroughly as ever minister did when affecting which his unruly appetites kept him from paying to by smiles to be well in his prince's good graces, private morals, his dread of the mob, or his desire before the multitude, all the while knowing that to use them for his selfish purposes, made him he was receiving a royal rebuke. When he and yield to public virtue : and he never appeared be one confederate, in the private room of a tavern, fore the world without the mask of patriotic enthu- issued a declaration, beginning, “we the people," siasm or democratic fury ;-he who, in the recesses and signed on by the order of the meeting, "-he of Mendenham Abbey, and before many witnesses, practised as gross a fraud upon that people, as ever gave the eucharist to an ape, or, prostituted the peer or parasite did, when affecting to pine for the printing press to multiply copies of a production prince's smiles, and to be devoted to his pleasure. that would dye with blushes the cheek of an im- in all the life they led consecrated to the further. pure.

ance of their own." It is the abuse, no doubt, of such popular courses, that we should reprobate. Popularity is far from being contemptible; it is often an honourable ac

AN EVENING SONG, quisition; when duly earned, always a test of good done or evil resisted. But to be of a pure and genuine kind, it must have one stamp—the security of one safe and certain die; it must be the popularity

Good night, love! that follows good actions, not that which is run May heaven's brightest stars watch over thee! after. Nor can we do a greater service to the peo- Good angels spread their wings, and cover thee! ple themselves, or read a more wholesome lesson to

And through the night, the race, above all, of rising statesmen, than to

So dark and still, mark how much the mock-patriot, the mob-seeker,

Spirits of light the parasite of the giddy multitude, falls into the

Charm thee from ill! very worst faults for which popular men are wont My heart is hovering round thy dwelling-place, the most loudly to condemn, and most heartily to Good night, dear love! God bless thee with his grace! despise, the courtly fawners upon princes. Flattery, indeed! obsequiousness! time serving! What cour. Good night, love! tier of them all ever took more pains to soothe an Soft lullabies the night winds sing to thee! irritable or to please a capricious prince, than And on its wings sweet odours bring to thee! Wilkes, to assauge the anger or gain the favor by

And in thy dreaming humoring the prejudices of the mob? Falshood,

May all things, dear, truly! intrigue! manœuvre! Where did ever titled

With gentle seeming, suitor for promotion lay his plots more cunningly,

Come smiling near! or spread more wide his net, or plant more pensive. My knees are bowed, my hands are clasped in prayer, ly in the fire those irons by which the waiters on Good night, dear love !–God keep thee in his care!



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eyes, and unblanched cheeks, met the scowl of the murderer—the silent beauty of maidens, who, with

smiles, received their death—and the mysterious There was fear and melancholy in all the glens courage of children, who, in the inspiration of innoand valleys that lay stretching around, or down upon cence and spotless nature, kneeled down among the St. Mary's Loch, for it was the time of religious dew-drops on the green sward, and died fearlesly by persecution. Many a sweet cottage stood untenant- their parents' sides. Arrested were they at their ed on the hill-side and in the hollow; some had felt work, or in their play, and with no other bandage the fire, and been consumed, and violent hands had over their eyes, but haply some clustering ringlets torn off the turf roof from the green shealing of the of their sunny hair, did many a sweet creature of shepherd. In the wide and deep silence and solita- twelve summers, ask just to be allowed to say her riness of the mountains, it seemed as if human life prayers, and then go, unappalled, from her cottagewas nearly extinct. Caverns and clefts in which door to the breast of her Redeemer. the fox had kenneled, were now the shelter of Chris- In those days had old Samuel Grieve and his tian souls-and when a lonely figure crept steal. spouse suffered sorely for their faith. But they left ingly from one hiding place to another, on a visit of not their own house, willing to die there, or to be love to some hunted brother in faith, the crows slaughtered whenever God should so appoint. They would hover over him, and the hawk shriek at hu- were now childless; but a little grand-daughter, man steps, now rare in the desert. When the babe about ten years old, lived with them, and she was was born, there might be none near to baptize it; or an orphan. The thought of death was so familiar the minister, driven from his kirk, perhaps poured to her, that although sometimes it gave a slight the sacramental water upon its face from some pool quaking throb to her heart in its glee, yet it scarcely in the glen, whose rocks guarded the persecuted fa- impaired the natural joyfulness of her girlhood, and mily from the oppressor. Bridals now were unfre- often, unconsciously, after the gravest or the sadest quent, and in the solemn sadness of love many talk with her old parents, would she glide off with died before their time, of minds sunken, and of bro- a lightsome step, a blithe face, and a voice humken hearts. White hair was on heads long before ming sweetly some cheerful tune. The old people they were old; and the silver locks of ancient men looked often upon her in her happiness, till their dim were often ruefully soiled in the dust, and stained eyes filled with tears—while the grandmother said, with their martyred blood.

“ If this nest were to be destroyed at last, and our But this is the dark side of the picture. For even heads in the mould, who would seed this young bird in their caves were these people happy. Their chil. in the wild, and where would she find shelter in dren were with them, even like the wild flowers which to fauld her bonnie wings ?” that blossomed all about the entrances of their dens. Lilias Grieve was the shepherdess of a small And when the voice of psalms rose up from the pro- flock, among the green pastures at the head of St. found silence of the solitary place of rocks, the ear Mary's Loeh, and up the hill-side, and over into of God was open, and they knew that their prayers some of the little neighboring glens. Sometimes and praises were heard in heaven. If a child was she sat in that beautiful church-yard, with her sheep born, it belonged unto the faithful; if an old man lying seattered around her upon the quiet graves died, it was in the religion of his forefathers. The where, on still, sunny days, she could see their shahidden powers of their souls were brought forth into įdows in the water of the Loch, and herself sitting the light, and they knew the strength that was in close to the low walls of the house of God.

She them for these days of trial. The thoughtless be had no one to speak to, but her Bible to read—and came sedate—the wild were tamed the unfeeling day after day the rising sun beheld her in growing were made compassionate-hard hearts were soften- beauty, and innocence that could not fade, happy and ed, and the wicked saw the error of their ways. silent as a fairy upon the knowe, with the blue All deep passion purifies and strengthens the soul, heavens over her head, and the blue lake smiling at and so it was now. Now was shown and put to the her feet. proof, the stern, austere, impenetrable strength of My Fairy," was the name she bore by the cot. men, that would neither ben nor break-the calm, tage fire, where the old people were gladdened by serene determination of matrons, who, with meek her glee, and turned away froin all melancholy

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thoughts. And it was a name that suited sweet Li- | net, and then down into a coral cave in a jiffey to lias well—for she was clothed in a garb of green, their mermans—for mermaid, fairy, or mere flesh and often, in her joy, the green graceful plants that and blood women, they are all the same in that regrew among the hills were wreathed round her hair. spect-take my word for it.” So was she dressed on Sabbath-day, watching her The fallen ruffian now rose, somewhat humbled, flock at a considerable distance from home, and sing and sullenly sat down among the rest. “Why," ing to herself a psalm in the solitary moor-when quoth Allan Sleigh— I wager you a week's pay, in a moment a party of soldiers were upon a mount you don't venture fifty yards, without your musket, on the opposite side of a narrow dell. Lilias was in down yonder shingle where the fairy disappeared ;" visible as a green linnet upon the grass—but her and the wager being accepted, the half-drunken fel. sweet voice had betrayed her—and then one of the low rushed on toward the head of the glen, and was soldiers caught the wild gleam of her eyes, and as heard crushing away through the shrubs. In a few she sprung frightened to her feet, he ealled out, “ Aminutes he returned, declaring, with an oath, that roe-a roe--see how she bounds along the bent !" he had seen her at the mouth of a cave, where no and the ruffian took aim at the child with his mus. human foot could reach, standing with her hair all ket, half in sport, half in ferocity. Lilias kept ap on fire, and an angry countenance, and that he had pearing and disappearing, while she flew as on tumbled backward into the burn, and been nearly wings, across a piece of black heathery moss, full of drowned. « Drowned !” cried Allan Sleigh. " Ay, pits and hollows-and still the soldier kept his mus. drowned—why not? a hundred yards down that bit ket at its aim. His comrades called to him to hold glen, the pools are as black as pitch, and deep as his hand, and not shoot a poor little innoceut child— hell—and the water roars like thunder—drownedbut he at length fired—and the bullet was heard to why not, you English son of a deer stealer ?" "Why whiz past her fern-crowned head, and to strike a not- because who was ever drowned that was born bank which she was about to ascend. The child to be hanged ?" Aud that jest caused universal paused for a moment, and looked back, and then laughter-as it is always sure to do, often as it may bounded away over the smooth turf-till, like a cu- he repeated in a company of ruffians, such is felt to shat, she dropt into a little birchen glen, and disap. be its perfect truth and unanswerable simplicity. peared. Not a sound of her feet was heard-she After an hour's quarrelling, and gibing, and museemed to have sunk into the ground, and the sol- tiny, this disorderly band of soldiers proceeded on dier stood, without any effort to follow her, gazing their way down into the head of Yarrow, and there through the smoke toward the spot where she had saw, in the solitude, the house of Samuel Grieve. vanished.

Thither they proceeded to get some refreshment, and A sudden superstition assailed the hearts of the ripe for any outrage that any occasion might suggest. party, as they sat down together upon a ledge of The old man and his wife hearing a tumult of many stone. “ Saw you her face, Riddle, as my ball went voices and many feet, came out, and were immedi. whizzing past her ear-curse me, if she be not one ately saluted with many opprobrious epithets. The of those hill-fairies, else she had been as dead as a hut was soon rifled of any small articles of wearing herring—but I believe the bullet glanced off her yel apparel, and Samuel, without emotion, set before low hair, as against a buckler." By St. George, them whatever provisions he had—butter, cheese, it was the act of a gallows-rogue to fire upon the bread, and milk and hoped they would not be too creature, fairy or not fairy—and you deserve the hard upon old people, who were desirous of dying, weight of this hand-the hand of an Englishman, as they had lived, in peace. Thankful were they, you brute, for your cruelty !”—and uprose the speak in their parental hearts, that their little Lilias was er to put his threat into execution, when the other among the hills, and the old man trusted, that if retreated some distance, and began to load his mus- she returned before the soldiers were gone, she would ket-but the Englishman ran upon him, and with a see from some distance their muskets on the green Cumberland gripe and trip, laid him upon the hard before the door, and hide herself among the brakens. ground with a force that drove the breath out of his The soldiers devoured their repast with many body, and left him stunned and almost insensible. oaths, and much hideous and obscene language, “ That serves him right, Allan Sleigh-shiver my which it was sore against the old man's soul to hear timbers, if I would fire upon a petticoat. As to in his own hut; but he said nothing, for that would fairies, why, look ye, 'tis a likely place enow for have been wilfully to sacrifice his life. At last one such creatures—if this be one, it is the first I ever of the party ordered him to return thanks in words saw, but as to your mermaids, I have seen a score of impious and full of blasphemy, which Samuel calmthem, at different times, when I was at sea. As to ly refused to do, beseeching them, at the same time, shooting them, no-no-we never tried that, or the for the sake of their own souls, not so to offend their ship would have gone to the bottom. There have great and bountiful Preserver. " Confound the old I seen the sitting on a rock, with a looking-glass, canting covenanter-I will prick him with my bayocombing their hair, that wrapped round them liks a net if he won't say grace;" and the blood trickled

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(UNIVERSITY down the old man's cheek, from a slight wound oned folks. With hair floating i sunny his forehead. The sight of it seemed to awaken seemingly wreathed with flowers of heavenly azure, the dormant blood-thirstiness in the tiger-heart of with eyes beaming lustre, and yet streaming tears, the soldier, who now swore that if the old man did with white arms extending in their beauty, and monot instantly repeat the words after him, he would tion gentle and gliding as the sunshine when a cloud shoot him dead. And, as if cruelty were contagi- is rolled away, came on over the meadow befor the ous, almost the whole party agreed that the demand hnt, the same green-robed creature that had startled was but reasonable, and the old hypocritical knave the soldiers with her singing on the moor, and crying must preach or perish. " Damn him," cried one of loudly but still sweetly, “God sent me hither to them, in a fury, “here is the Word of God, a great save their lives." She fell down beside them as musty Bible, stinking of greasy black leather, worse they knelt together; and then, lifting up her head than a whole tanyard. If he won't speak, I will gag from the turf, fixed her beautiful face, instinct with him with a vengeance. Here, old Mr. Peden the pro- tear, love, hope, and the spirit of prayer, upon the phet, let me cram a few chapters of St. Luke down eyes of the men about to shed that innocent blood. your maw. St. Luke was a physician, I believe. They all stood heart-stricken, and the execution. Well, here is a dose of him. Open your jaws." ers flung down their muskets upon the green-sward. And with these words, he tore a handful of leaves “God bless you, kind, good soldier, for this,” exout of the Bible, and advanced towards the old man, claimed the child, now weeping and sobbing with from whose face his terrified wife was now wiping joy ; “ ay-ay, you will be all happy to-night, when off the blood.

you lie down to sleep. If you have any little daughSamuel Grieve was nearly fourscore; but his sin ters or sisters like me, God will love them for your ews were not yet relaxed, and in his younger days mercy to us, and nothing, till you return home, will he had been a man of great strength. When, there- hurt a hair of their heads. Oh! I see now that sol. fore, the soldier grasped him by the neck, the sense diers are not so cruel as we say !"

- Lilias, your of receiving an indignity from such a slave, made grandfather speaks unto you;— his last words arehis blood boil, and, as if his youth had been renew- leave us—leave us--for they are going to put us to ed, the gray-haired man, with one blow, felled the death. Soldiers, kill not this little child, or the waruffian to the floor

ters of the loch will rise up and drown the sons of That blow sealed his doom. There was a fierce perdition. Lilias, give us each a kiss—and then go tumult and yelling of wrathful voices, and Samuel into the house." Grieve was led out to die. He had witnessed such The soldiers conversed together for a few minutes, butchery of others, and felt that the hour of his and seemed now like men themselves condemned to martyrdom was come. “ As thou didst reprove die. Shame and remorse for their coward cruelty, Simon Peter in the garden, when he smote the High smote them to the core—and they bade them that Priest's servant, and saidst, « The cup which my were still kneeling to rise up and go their waysFather hath given me, shall I not drink it! So, then, forming themselves into regular order, one now, oh, my Redeemer, do thou pardon me, thy frail gave the word of commaud, and, marching off, they and erring follower, and enable me to drink this soon disappeared. The old man, his wife, and little cup!" With these words the old man knelt down, Lilias, continued for some time on their kuees in unbidden; and, after one solemn look to Heaven, prayer, and then all three went into their hut-the closed his eyes, and folded his hands across his child between them-and a withered hand of each breast.

laid upon its beautiful and its fearless head.
His wife now came forward, and knelt down be-
side the old man. Let us die together, Samnel;
but, oh! what will become of our dear Lilias ?" THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN.
"God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb,” said
her husband, opening not his eyes, but taking her
hand into his, « Sarah-be not afraid.” « Oh! Sam- The following was inspired hy the facts elicited
uel, I remember at this moment, these words of by investigating the condition of the children em-
Jesus, which you this morning read — Forgive ployed in the mines, factories, &c. of Great Britain.
them, Father, they know not what they do.'" “We
are all sinners together,” said Samuel, with a loud Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers !
voice-we, two old gray-headed people, on our Ere the sorrow comes with years ?
knees, and about to die, both forgive you all, as we They are leaning their young heads against their
hope ourselves to be forgiven. We are ready-be And that cannot stop their tears. [mothers,
merciful, and do not mangle us. Sarah, be not The young lambs are bleating in the meadows,

The young birds are chirping in the nest,
It seemed that an angel was sent down from The young fawns are playing in the shadows,
Heaven to save the lives of these two old gray-head- The young flowers are blowing from the West;

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