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SEA MUSIC.

STORM AND CALM.

HE lone house shakes, the wild waves leap around,
Their sharp mouths foam, their frantic hands wave high;
I hear around me a sad soul of sound,

A ceaseless sob, a melancholy cry,
Above there is the trouble of the sky;
On either side stretch waters with no bound,
Within, my cheek upon my hand, sit I,
Oft startled by sick faces of the drown'd;

Yet are there golden dawns and glassy days When the vast sea is smooth and sunk in rest,

And in the sea the gentle heaven doth gaze, And, seeing its own beauty, smiles its best;

With nights of peace when in a virgin haze, God's moon wades through the shallows of the West. -R. Buchanan.

MIGHTY sea!

Chameleon-like thou changest, but there's love
In all thy change, and constant sympathy
With yonder sky-thy mistress; from her brow
Thou tak'st thy moods and wear'st her colors on
Thy faithful bosom; morning's milky white,
Noon's sapphire, or the saffron glow of eve;
And all thy balmier hours, fair element,
Have such divine complexion-crisped smiles,
Luxuriant heavings, and sweet whisperings,
That little is the wonder Love's own Queen
From thee of old was fabled to have sprung.
Creation's common! which no human power
Can parcel or inclose; the lordliest floods
And cataracts that the tiny hands of man
Can tame, conduct or bound, are drops of dew
To thee, that could'st subdue the earth itself,

And brook'st commandment from the heavens alone
For marshalling thy waves.

-Campbell.

Look what immortal floods the sunset pours Upon us!-Mark how still (as though in dreams Bound) the once wild and terrible ocean seems! How silent are the winds! No billow roars, But all is tranquil on Elysian shores! The silver margin which aye runneth round The moon-enchanted sea hath here no sound; Even echo speaks not on these radiant moors. What! is the giant of the ocean dead, Whose strength was all unmatched beneath the sun? No! he reposes. Now his toils are done,

More quiet than the babbling brooks is he. So mightiest powers by deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be. -Bryan Waller Procter.

GONE down the tide;

And the long moonbeam on the hard wet sand
Lay like a jasper column half uprear'd.
-W. S. Landor.

MALBAY SANDS.

It may not be, because this tranquil hour,
Brightening elsewhere to beauty scenes more grand,
Here lights with milder beam a lowlier strand,
And that yon sea, like a tired warrior,
For quiet joy hath laid aside his power,
That unattractive, therefore must expand
This graceful curvature of golden sand

By the ebbing tide left shining. Vernal bower
Is scarce more fragrant than those weeds marine,
Fringing the chrysolite, pellucid wells,
Wave-worn in the rock, where children stoop for shells,
And braiding yon gray reef with tresses green,
Where sunset loiterers love at eve to stand-
Dark groups, with shadows lengthening to the land.
-Sir Aubrey De Vere.

AND as the august blossom of the dawn
Burst, and the full sun scarce from sea withdrawn,
Seemed on the fiery water a flower afloat.

-A. C. Swinburne.

THE SOLITUDES OF MALBAY.

And O! ye solitudes of rocks and waters,
And medicinable gales and sounds Lethean,
Remote from strife and fratricidal slaughters,
Have I not sighed to hear your mighty pæan,
Reverberating through the empyrean!
And yearned to gaze while your white-throated surges
Leap, and dissolve in air, like shapes Protean,
That sport in the sunset, as the moon emerges
Over the sea cliff? Have I not felt the longing
Then most intensely, when the storm steed rushes
O'er the wild waves tumultuously thronging,

Smiting their wan crests,-scattering as he crushes:-
To stand on some lone peak, and hear, from under
Its caverned base, the ocean's melancholy thunder?
---Sir Aubrey De Vere.

HE natural is the ground upon which the spiritual

the groundwork of the individual character, nor abolish all its pecularities, nor bring all that are subject to it to a common standard. The natural gifts are as the vessel, which may be large or may be small, and which receives according to its capacity, but which in each case is filled. So that we are not to think of him who had received the two talents as incompletely furnished, in comparison with him that had received the five, any more than we should affirm a small circle incomplete as compared with a large. -Dr. Trench.

NOT THE RIGHT THING TO DO.

For People to pray for sinners and not support the Gospel.

For a preacher to palaver over a good dinner and not recommend Jesus at home.

For a preacher to apologize for preaching the truth.

For anybody to contend that the use of tobacco is not a curse.

For a saloon visitor to say he is on the road to heaven.

For a preacher to apologize to a congregation for his failure.

For a church member not to pay his or her quarterage till the steward goes after it.

For a professor to love novels better than the Bible.-The Circuit Rider.

SEED THOUGHTS.

No great characters are formed in this world without suffering and self-denial.-Matthew Henry. If man is faithful to truth, truth will be faithful to him. He need have no fears. His success is a question of time.-Prof. Phelps.

There is no "I" in the Lord's prayer, it is all "we;" it is all the brotherhood of man and fatherhood of God.-Frances Willard.

Since nature is so grand, what must be the grandeur and glory of the God of Nature?

What else may be wrong, it must be right to be pure-to be just and tender, and merciful and honest.

Bows drawn at a venture hit in a way that astonishes us, when God puts his arrows in the same string.

"WHO looks through Nature up to Nature & God;"
But not by carelessly holding the telescope
Nature is a telescope that will not show you
God unless you know how to look for Him.

-T. T. Lynch.

CHRISTIANITY is a help in business. God issues a bond: "Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you." When we fulfill the requirements, when we meet the conditions, we may be certain that God will pay the bond.-Rev. J. O. Peck.

JOHN BROWN, of Haddington, said to a young minister who complained of the smallness of his congregation, "It is as large a one as you will want to give account for in the day of judgment." The admonition is appropriate, not to ministers alone, but to all teachers.-Spurgeon.

ONE name there is, and one alone; one alone in heaven and earth-not truth, not justice, not benevolence, not Christ's mother, not His holiest servants, not His blessed sacraments, nor His very mystical body, the church-but Himself only, who died for us and rose again, Jesus Christ, both God and Man. -Dr. Arnold.

JOHN ELIOT AND THE INDIAN BIBLE.

THE

first Bible printed in America, and the first ever printed for a heathen nation, was Eliot's Indian Bible, printed in Cambridge, Mass., by Samuel Green and Marmaduke Johnson. It is said that Eliot was engaged for ten years in its translation. The New Testament was printed in 1661, and the entire Bible three years later, so that the aborigines of New England had the Holy Scriptures in their own tongue within forty years from the first settlement of the country. This was in full accord with the Royal Charter of Charles the First, to the Colony of the Massachusetts Bay in New England. Its words stipulated that their "good life and orderlie conversation may win and incite the natives of the country to the knowledge and obedience of the only true God and Saviour of mankind, and the Christian. faith, which [reads the charter] is our royal intention and the adventurers' free profession," and the "principal end of the plantation."

Cotton Mather says of this Indian Bible, "Behold, ye Americans, the greatest honor that ever you were partakers of. This Bible was printed here at our Cambridge, and it is the only Bible that ever was printed in all America, from the very foundation of the world. The whole translation he writ with but one pen [think of that, ye complainers of poor pens], which pen, had it not been lost, would have certainly deserved a richer case than was bestowed upon that pen with which Holland writ his translation of Plutarch." It is a curious fact that 2,500 copies of the entire Bible in English can now be printed on one of Hoe's great web perfecting presses in an hour's time, yet the printers of this Indian Bible in 1658 were able to print but "one sheet every week, and compute the whole to amount to a hundred and fifty sheets." In fact, three years were occupied in printing the Old Testament alone. We can now purchase the entire Bible for an English sixpence, but the cost of printing this Indian Bible was from sixty to seventy shillings sterling a sheet, or nearly £500 for the whole Bible. The first edition consisted of about 1,000 copies. When completed, twenty copies were ordered to be sent to the Corporation in England. We quote a few lines from the "Epistle Dedicatory": "To the High and Mighty Prince, Charles the Second, by the Grace of God, King of Great Britain, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc. Translations of the Holy Scripture, The Word of the King of Kings, have ever been deemed not unworthy of the most princely Dedications: . . But to Publish and Communicate the same to a Lost People, as remote from Knowledge and Civility, much more from Christianity, as they were from all

Knowing, Civil and Christian Nations: a people without Law, without Letters, without Riches, or means to procure any such thing: a people that sate as deep in Darkness, and in the shadow of Death, as any since the creation: This puts a Lustre upon it that is Superlative: and to have given Royal Patronage and Countenance to such a Publication, or to the Means thereof, will stand among the Marks of Lasting Honor in the eyes of all that are Considerate,

even unto After-Generations."

John Eliot seems never to have adopted the spirit or words of the Spaniards, who, according to Dr. Geo. E. Ellis, said to the Indians, "Be converted or

die," without, however, allowing the time or mercy for the saving process. The French Jesuits were quite the opposite in their methods of conversion. "A few simple ritual ceremonies, a repitition of prayer or chant, and the baptismal rite turned the doomed heathen into a lovely Christian, and set him in equality with the Frenchman." Under "stress of circumstances," a savage might pass through the saving, and, so to speak, converting and Christianizing process within ten minutes. The methods of the Apostle Eliot were wholly different from those of either Spaniard or Frenchman, yet he was as resolute in purpose as either. Though opposed by the sachems, and commanded to desist from his effort to introduce the new religion on peril of his life, he replied, "I am about the work of the great God, and my God is with me; so that I neither fear you, nor all the sachems in the country. I will go on; do you touch me if you dare." His zeal for the conversion of the Indians prompted him to encounter fearlessly the most appalling dangers, and to submit to the most incredible hardships. He closed his life working to the end, for in his eightieth year, the very day of his death, he was found teaching the alphabet to an Indian child at his bedside.

A copy of Eliot's Bible was sold a few years ago for $1,150. The New Testament, which is a scarcer book than even the first edition of the Bible, brought at another sale, $700. It is said that Dr. J. H. Trumbull, of Hartford, is the only man living who can read this Indian Bible. We do not wonder that but one man can do this when we examine the longdrawn-outness of the strange words. Cotton Mather thought that some of the Indian words had been lenghthening themselves out ever since the confusion of tongues at Babel.

Dr. Ellis says, "It seems as if an Indian root word started little and compact, like one of their own pappooses, and then grew at either end, thickened in the middle, extended in shape and proporcompleted with a feathered head-knot." tion in each limb, member and feature, and was

It would take one well versed in linguistics to easily handle words of forty or more letters. Perhaps some of the readers of this paper would like to find the English of the following word, which is in the first chapter of Mark, I will not give the number of the verse:

Wutappesittukqussunnookwehtunkquoh.

-S. Brainard Pratt.

HER galley down the silver Cydnus row'd,
The tackling silk, the streamers wav'd with gold;
The gentle winds were lodg'd in purple sails;

-Ibid.

Her nymphs, like Nereids, round her couch was plac'd,
Where she, another sea-born Venus lay.
She lay, and lean'd her cheek upon her hand,
And cast a look so languishingly sweet,
As if secure of all beholders' hearts,
Neglecting she could take them. Boys like Cupids,
Stood fanning, with their painted wings, the winds
That play'd about her face. But if she smil'd,

A darting glory seem to blaze abroad,
That men's desiring eye's never weary'd,
But hung upon the object. To soft flutes

The silver oars kept time; and while they play'd,

The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight,

And both to thought. 'Twas heav'n, or somewhat more!
For she charm'd all hearts, that gazing crowds
Stood panting on the shore, as wanting breath
To give their welcome voice.

-Ibid.

WHAT images shall Eloquence prepare
To paint a form so perfect and divine?
Others by slow degrees advance in love,
And step by step, and leisurely get ground;
We article with judgment e'er we yield,
Reason rejecting oft, where fancy's fond.
She seizes hearts, not waiting for consent,
Like sudden death that snatches unprepar'd;
Like fire from heaven, scarce seen so soon as felt;
All other beauties seem inferior stars,
At her appearance vanishing apace;
When'er she mounts they set.

-Lansdown-Heroic Love.

INVISIBLE REALITIES.

We may walk through some fair garden at midnight, with the lilies and carnations, the azaleas and roses all about us, but unseen and unrecognized on account of the darkness, and only when here and there a whiter bloom gleams out, and sweet, faint odors from unseen sources steal through the dewy stillness, do we feel and know that we are in the garden amid the shrubs aud flowers. Now, shall we doubt the existence of the flowers because we cannot see them? So, too, we may sit on some hillside with the glorious landscape spread all around, yet, owing to the dark pall of night thrown over hill and valley, we can see nothing of Nature's widespreading loveliness, but it is all there just as real and existent as though a summer's sun were pouring his beams down upon it. The mere fact of conditions being such that we do not see or feel a thing does not militate against its reality or existence.