taa vell allel & crmifixion: it is prap me and only when we put off the 32. Level le vendi i proportion as the work o We Are planted in the likeness of His resurrection. Bed to the pace erlener ma plant the good seed which is to ys the ground, but the Heavenly Husbandman. He then awaj mi prie i wn that He may build up. The t is the sol, when its true state e to the soil, and old things are pass get leone new, where seeds are planted by God that will spring up and bear fruit, even Lere, in the resurrection life." CHAP. XIV. 1853-1855. "Rich in love And sweet humanity, he was himself beloved." "Such a stream Is human life, and so the spirit fares WORDSWORTH. MRS. SCHIMMEL PENNINCK had, through life, felt very strongly on the subjects of war and capital punishments, and she steadily maintained the principles which she thought so honourably distinguished the Society of Friends concerning it. She writes to a dear young friend: "The subjects you mention are now before the consideration of Parliament. Those of capital punishments and war have from my ninth year been subjects of deep interest to me, and very many have been my friends, both in and out of the Legislature, who have taken a deep and active part in them. Oh! that England rolled away these millstones of reproach from her shores; that we truly so felt the value of a human soul as never to take upon ourselves the awful temporal things, abundantly remember her before the throne of grace in spiritual ones! How often ought subjects, or people, or children, instead of blaming kings, masters, or parents, to ask themselves if they have continually and earnestly borne them on their hearts in prayer! How much better are others to us than we deserve, in every relation of life, when we consider how very little we pray for them; with how little deep affection and sympathy we remember and enter into their peculiar trials, much less feel them and lay them before God as though they were our own, so fulfilling the law of Christ, the law of love, by truly bearing each other's burdens!" The friend to whom the above letter was addressed was keenly interested in the pursuit of art. It was in reference to a musical composition sent by her that Mrs. SchimmelPenninck says: "I have not told you half the pleasure for which I am indebted to you in the music. I cannot well say how our enjoyment of it grows. Is it not because the spirit is satisfied with its truth, and variety of Scriptural expression; and are not the mind and heart often dissatisfied, even with beautiful works of art on sacred subjects, because the composer, while, perhaps, a giant in his art, was yet but an ignorant and untaught babe in the high and holy truths to which he undertook to impart form and utterance? And as tautology in words is wearisome, and as we need that every additional sentence, while developing the same subject, should yet present not a mere repetition, but an actual variety, so I apprehend that every work of the fine arts should abound in variety and in richness of truth ful feeling. Now this is the reason why I think this composition so beautiful; because, in its anthems of Divine praise, every part has its voice appropriate to the Scriptural account of its peculiar intelligence or order of the celestial hierarchy. "How beautiful and solemn is the beginning, where all the heavenly intelligences in deep reverence open the voice of praise to Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, and then sink into reverent and silent adoration before the Lord of all. Then how beautiful the voice of the single seraph (the Burner), glowing like an ardent flame; and soon joined by others, by the angels and archangels, who wait in His presence, and know His glory, and strength. and honour, from everlasting to everlasting. Then comes the softened Amen' from the seraphim, who veil their faces in His presence. The music gives you a sensible perception of their looking down, and hushing even the voice of praise before His sovereign and eternal majesty and Godhead. Then again come the voices, of the swiftwinged seraph, that hastens to do His will; and of the angels, strong in power. Then the chorus of all the heavenly hosts, multitudes upon multitudes innumerable; and, lastly, the voice of redeemed man, of the spirits of the blest above, still a voice of praise, but minor and subdued, as if recollecting the price of suffering at which they were purchased; whilst their brethren in the flesh also join in the minor key, for they yet carry with them the burden of this body of sin and death. Then, at last, when the joyful sight of that Redeemer, at whose feet they are now landed, overcomes all, and the sorrowful minor, with |