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But well to say, and so to mean,

That sweet accord is seldom seen.






VERY moment of our lives, we breathe, stand, or move

in the temple of the Most High; for the whole universe is that temple. Wherever we go, the testimony to His power, the impress of His hand are there.

2. Ask of the bright worlds around us, as they roll in the everlasting harmony of their circles; and they shall tell you of Him, whose power launched them on their courses.

3. Ask of the mountains, that lift their heads among and above the clouds; and the bleak summit of one shall seem to call aloud to the snow-clad top of another, in proclaiming their testimony to the Agency which has laid their deep foundations.

4. Ask of ocean's waters; and the roar of their boundless waves shall chant from shore to shore a hymn of ascription to that Being, who hath said, “Hitherto shall ye come and no further.”

5. Ask of the rivers; and as they roll onward to the sea, do they not bear along their ceaseless tribute to the everworking Energy, which struck open their fountains and poured them down through the valleys ?

6. Ask of every region of the earth, from the burning equator to the icy pole, from the rock-bound coast to the plain covered with its luxuriant vegetation; and will you not find on them all the record of the Creator's presence ?

7. Ask of the countless tribes of plants and animals; and shall they not testify to the action of the great Source of Life?


8. Yes, from every portion, from every department of nature, comes the same voice: everywhere we hear Thy name, O God; everywhere we see Thy love. Creation, in all its depth and height, is the manifestation of Thy Spirit, and without Thee the world were dark and dead.

9. The universe is to us as the burning bush which the Hebrew leader saw: God is ever present in it, for it burns with His glory, and the ground on which we stand is always holy.


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GREEN was the corn as I rode on my way,

And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May, And dark was the sycamore's shade to behold, And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald and gold.


The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud,
Their chorus of rapture sang jovial and loud:
From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground,
There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.


The mild southern breeze brought a shower from the hill;
And yet, though it left me all dripping and chill,
I felt a new pleasure as onward I sped,
To gaze where the rainbow gleamed broad overhead.


O such be Life's journey, and such be our skill,
To lose in its blessings the sense of its ill;
Through sunshine and shower may our progress be even,
And our tears add a charm to the prospect of Heaven!





GENTLEMAN of England had two sons; the elder

of whom, eager for adventure, and weary of the restraints of home, obtained his father's permission to go abroad.

2. Ten years later, a traveler, prematurely old, covered with rags and dust, stopped at an inn near the paternal estate. Nobody knew him; although, by his conversation, he appeared to have had some previous acquaintance with the neighborhood. Among other questions, he asked concerning the father of the two sons.

3. “0, he's dead," said the landlord ; "been dead these five years ;—poor old man dead and forgotten long ago!"

4. “ And his sons ?” said the traveler, after a pause ;—“I believe he had two.”

5. “Yes, he had. Thomas and James. Tom was the heir. But he was unsteady; had a roving disposition; gave his father no end of trouble;—poor old man! poor old man !" And the landlord, shaking his head sorrowfully, drained a good tankard of his own ale, by way of solace to his melancholy reflections.

6. The traveler passed a trembling hand over his own pale brow and rough beard, and said again,

“But James, the second son,-he is-alive?”

7. “You would think so," said the landlord, smacking his lips. “Things have happened well for him. The old man dead; his brother dead too

8. “His brother dead ?" said the traveler with a start.

9. “Dead, or as good as dead. He went off on his travels ten years ago, and has never been heard of since. So James has come into the estate,-and a brave estate it is; and a gay gentleman is James. What! going, sir?"

10. "I beg your pardon," said the traveler rising. “II have business with this James."

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