works; and a little portion of his wonders. There is little need that I should tell you of God, for every thing speaks of him. Every field is like an open book; every painted flower hath a lesson written on its leaves. Every murmuring brook hath a tongue; a voice is in every whispering wind. They all speak of him who made them; they all tell us, he is very good. We cannot see God, for he is invisible; but we can see his works, and worship his footsteps green sod. in the HYMN X. Look at that spreading oak, the pride of the village green: its trunk is massy, its branchés are strong. Its roots, like crooked fangs, strike deep into the soil, and support its huge bulk. The birds build among the boughs; the cattle repose beneath its shade: the neighbours form groups beneath the shelter of its green canopy. The old men point it out to their children, but they themselves remember not its growth; gene rations of men one after another have been born and died, and this son of the forest has remained the same, defying the storms of two hundred winters. : Yet this large tree was once a little acorn; small in size, insignificant in appearance; such as you are now picking up' upon the grass beneath it. Such an acorn whose cup can only contain a drop or two of dew, contained the whole oak. All its massy trunk, all its knotted branches, all its multitude of leaves, were in that acorn; it grew, it spread, it unfolded itself by degrees, it received nou rishment from the rain, and the dews, and the well-adapted soil, but it was all there. Rain, and dews, and soil, could not raise: an oak without the acorn; nor could they make the acorn any thing but an oak. The mind of a child is like the acorn; its powers are folded up, they do not yet appear, but they are all there. The memory, the judgment, the invention, the feeling of right and wrong, are all in the mind of a child; of a little infant just born; but they are not expanded, you cannot perceive them. Think of the wisest man you |