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cast his eyes on the pillory, which suddenly so filled him with horror as completely to unman him, and it was with great difficulty that he kept himself from falling from his horse. He reached the tavern door in considerable danger; was obliged to be assisted to dismount ; and it was some time before he could so get the better of his fears and confusion as to proceed on his journey.
Such is the constitution of the human mind! It will often resist, with
unshaken firmness, the severest ternal pressure and violence; and sometimes it yields without reason, when it has nothing to fear: or, should we not rather say, such is the support that God sometimes affords to his people in the time of their necessity, and such the manner in which he leaves them to feel their own weakness when that necessity is past, that all the praise may be given where alone it is due?-Memoirs of the Rev. William Tennent.
Truth and Falsehood may be said to have a powerful and corresponding influence all the world over. Hence the discoveries of modern travellers derive a large degree of their interest from that respectability of character which presumptively ascribes truth to their author; and the least discovery of falsehood, or even fiction, is sufficient to mar the eauty and interest of the whole. Truth is not less important in the pursuits of commercial life; hence the character of a British merchant is every where respected for the integrity of his transactions and the inviolable faithfulness of his word. So also, in the lower grades of society, and in all the domestic relations of life. Truth, as distinguished from falsehood, is a pearl of great price ;” while Falsehood, as distinguished from Truth, exposes its possessor to the contempt of men and the displeasure of God! The theme, though somewhat singular, cannot therefore be uninteresting to the “Family” circle, while so much of the peace, happiness, honour, and welfare of domestic life depends upon it. Nor can those, who have any share in the instruction of the rising race, too strongly present the subject to their consideration.
I trust, therefore, you will allow me a page of your improving miscellany to expostulate with your youthful readers upon a subject, which, though at first sight it may appear to them but of trifling importance, will, if indulged and unresisted,
eat as doth a canker," at the root of their characters all the days of their lives.
Allow me then, my dear young friends, to remind you, preliminary to a more immediate and direct examination of the sin itself, that there are two births and two deaths ! and that all mankind are subject to one or other of these in time and eternity. The Christian is always the subject of two births, i.e. natural and spiritual ; and the sinner two deaths, i.e. natural and eternal ! You know my dear young friends, that you have been born once, for you are here, and from that period you date your age; this was your natural birth. But there is a second and spiritual birth necessary to the formation of the Christian character, as distinctly stated in the 3rd chapter of St. John's Gospel, to which I beg to direct your serious and prayerful attention. There is also natural death, to which all are liable, as the direct consequence of sin, (see Gen. ii. 17 ;) and even the best of men are included in the sentence; but there is a second death, more dreadful still, for " the soul that sinneth shall die,”-as death, not consisting in annihilation, (it would be a melancholy mercy if it did !) but in the destruction of happiness and hope—in the everlasting retribution of sin, and in “the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone ;' this, is the second death! Now into this awful state all liars must be cast, for so saith the Spirit. Rev. xxi. 8. You will not, then, wonder, I am anxious to place be. fore you, in its native deformity, a vice so disfiguring and so destructive too, lest you should imagine it but a little thing, and think it strange we should
talk so much about it. I appeal, then,
he should breathe upon me the vapours of at once, to your good sense and right falsehood. feeling, to despise it, on several grounds; Sixthly, because it is migratory. It and,
is not merely fertile to produce its own First, because it is insidious. It is kindred, but frequently gives rise to other generally small at the beginning, and lies in proteus forms, and tends to the decommitted with a degree of shame—it pravation of the whole moral character : is to be hoped you will never fail to he that lies, will soon learn to swear ! he blush when you are inadvertently led into that blasphemes, will thieve!! and he its indulgence-but it hardens by repe- that thieves, will kill !!! till the whole tition, until ingenuity itself is sometimes round of moral guilt is complete, and pressed into its service by way of the soul is fitted for perdition ! apology!
Lastly, because it is dangerous and deSecondly, because it is fertile. One vilish. Awfully dangerous ;—it is not the falsehood makes many; the finny tribes comparative trifle you at first supposed; are not more prolific than falsehoods, O no, it is an affront to God! for he is and if at any time your parents or teach- the “God of truth;" so much so, that ers overlook it, they fail in their duty,
“ Heaven and earth shall pass away, but and become involved in your guilt. God not one jot or tittle of all that he has frowns at sin, and so should we.
spoken, shall fail." Read, my young Thirdly, because it is mean. Nothing friends, the 5th chapter of Acts, and is more dastardly than a lie; it frequently then judge for yourselves, recollecting
is intended to deceive, merely for thet that Satan has, from the beginning, been deception itself, and puts on a malignan " the father of lies." I love to see a form when the spirit is less vile, but it blush on the cheek of an ingenuous youth, is a dangerous thing to speculate with when confessing a fault, rather than the sin, and at all times degrading : how con- pale haggard index of a lie. In the temptuously is it said in the lxii. Psalm, one case there is hope, in the other there “ Surely men of low degree are vanity, is none ; unless an astonishing miracle and men of high degree are a lie.
of mercy is wrought in his behalf. O Fourthly, because it is mischevious. how different is the character ascribed to It is, for the most part, so intended, and God's children, by the prophet, “Childvery often it leads fatally astray; it has ren that will not lie, so he was their been the ruin of thousands; those who Saviour ;' and how infinitely superior
speak lies in hypocrisy,” are generally the character of God himself, who is found to have their consciences seared “not a man that he should lie, nor the as with a hot iron;" while those who son of man that he should repent.” have engendered the habit, are seldom Give, my dear young friends, this subbelieved or respected through the whole ject a place in your thoughts ; and my of their future lives, even though they wish and prayer for you is, that “ Truth should speak the truth !
may be the girdle of your loins," the Fifthly, because it is contagious. One source of your honour, and happiness, liar makes many; it is a moral pestilence; and life, and your rejoicing in death; even an epidemic in families, or schools, or the best of all truth, the “ Truth as it is wherever it is found : I would not sit by in Jesus." the side of a liar, if I knew it, lest Trevor Square.
THE MOTHER AT THE TOMB OF
BY WILLIAM JOHN BROCK.
Hail! sweet babe, “thy days are ended,"
Free from turmoil, care and strife ; To thy Saviour thou'st ascended,
There to enjoy eternal life.
While I o'er thy corse am gazing,
Thy immortal spirit's flown ;
Him who sits upon the throne.
In harmonious strains to praise
Him on whom Archangels gaze.
HELL. A hopeless gulf of ruin and dismay, Where rage and darkness never pass
away ; In which lost spirits writhe, God's curse
beneath, Bound with the chains of everlasting
Yet, dear babe, the loss is keenly
Felt, within thy mother's soul ; As I pace the tomb serenely,
Grievous sorrows o'er me roll. Ah! no more I can enfold thee
With affection's tenderest charms; Still, by faith, I can behold thee
Seated in thy Saviour's arms.
At the thought of losing thee ;
Still there's comfort found for me. Vaunt, then, pangs of grief and sorrow;
Babe, for thee no more I'll sigh; Thou'lt not come, but I shall follow
Thee, within the tomb to lie. Fare thee well, then, dearest offspring,
Sleep within thy clay.cold bed ;
And thy soul from sin is freed.
THE EARTH. A valley broad, that's shaded
By storm, and mist, and night, Whose flowers soon are faded
By some untimely blight; Where youthful hearts are aching
With pains of frame or mind, Where olden men are shaking,
Like winter leaves in wind; Till, having measured out their days
In folly, shame, or pride, An epitaph doth speak their praise,
Their deaths,-to whom allied.
VALUE OF THE GOSPEL.
Heb. II. 3.
THE GRAVE. Rest hath made her dwelling here, Though the living call it drearBeauty, youth, and wisdom meet In this bleak and low retreat. Generations without end, Here in silent ashes blend ; As the sands upon the shore, Here they lie for evermore, Waiting the life-giving call That suddenly shall break death's thrall.
How precious is the word of peace,
From Satan's dreadful sway!
Who takes our guilt away.
And vict'ry o'er the grave:
Who came mankind to save. Here robes of righteousness are shown, For those who now their Saviour own,
And will the gift receive.
And in their Lord believe.
To perish in their sin.
His endless praise begin.
HEAVEN. Where flesh and blood hath never been; Where mortal eye hath never seen; A mental sphere; a flood of light, Where the crown of eternal life's placed
on, And the righteous kneel round their
father's throne, Singing their songs of praise and bliss O for a flight to a sphere like this !
THE STATUE OF MEMNON. Frowning across the desert waste,
The peerless monarch stands ;
Across the burning sands.
To dust hath crumbled down;
Nor fears Time's sullen frown. When on the blank horizon's ring,
Aurora mounts to sight, Saluting the Egyptian king,
With beams of heav'nly light;
Fair herald of the sun,
To greet her mortal son.
When he was all her own;
When on Egyptia's throne He sat in glory and in pride,
And sway'd his sceptre, where The Arab's form was ne'er descried,
Nor Rome her eagles bear. Nor, silent he, though cold and dead; 'Neath marble monument,
Long hath been lain his kingly head,
And life's frail thread is spent ;
In mournful melodies;
Bear to the sky his cries.
And seen that statue stand;
On Egypt's fertile land ;
Fierce strife and fiery war ;
And conqueror come from far;
The monarch statue lies;
Have swept across the skies ;
With morning's early breath ; But Memnon's voice is heard no more, The strains are hush'd in death.
+ Alluding to the murmurs that this statue was supposed to emit at sunrise, and which the ancients affirm to have heard.
PERIODICAL AUTHORSHIP.-Perhaps the following extract from Dr. Johnson may contribute to inspire a little sympathy among our readers :-" There is no labour more destructive to health than that of periodical literature ; and, in no species of mental application, or even of manual employment, is the wear and tear of body so early and so severely felt. The reader of those light articles which appear to cost so little labour in the various publications of the day, are little aware how many constitutions are broken down in the service of their li. terary taste."
We carried it gently to its quiet resting place. All was calm, soft, and serene. We brushed the dew from the grass, as we passed along, ere the sun had risen high enough to drink it up. Emblem of human life-blessed dew of heavenl glittering in the morning only to be exhaled I filling the air with early fragrance, only to be remembered at noon !
We slowly placed the little coffin in its“ narrow cell," cut in the bosom of the earth. Happier bed than crib or cradle, if fond hearts would only think aright! We paused for a few moments, and lifted our hearts to God, silently beseeching him to “comfort those who mourned.”
As for the babe, we had nothing to ask. The sure word of promise had said, “ Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
As we looked on the yet open earth, we thought of the hopes that were about to be buried there. But why should
BURIAL OF AN INFANT.–We gazed upon the little innocent, lovely even in death, robed in spotless white; and the sadness of our hearts was soothed with the thought that, though we were taking our last look at its pure body, and about to consign that to the earth, its spirit was in heaven-a happy angel !
they be? Why should they not rather rise from the ground, and follow the bright track of an immortal soul, perfect in innocence, and holy, at the fountain of bliss, where that same soul is to rest for ever and ever, without change, without pain, and without sin? What are the highest anticipations connected with this world, when compared to an eternity of unalloyed happiness which is to come—happiness which "eye hath not seen nor ear heard, nor the imagination of man conceived ?"
In silence we closed the grave. The last offices of affection had been paid. The body had been committed to the earth, and the spirit to God who gave it.
in. He talked of death, judgment, and eternity. She had never heard such language applied to her, and she trembled. In the dying hour she called for some of her fine clothes. When they were brought, she looked up to her mother, and said, “These have ruined
You never told me I must die. You taught me that my errand into this world, was to be gay and dressy, and to enjoy the vanities of life. What could you mean? You knew I must die and go to judgment. You never told me to read the bible, or to go to church, unless to make a display of some new finery. Mother, you have ruined me. Take them away, and keep them as a remembrance of your sin, and my sad end." She died in a few moments after.
PROVERBS.-He that riseth with the sun, shall be warmed by its beams.
Truth is a highway, over which the righteous pass to the land of promise.
He is well learned, who has learned to do good.
He is wise, who possesses wisdom from above.
Faith is the cable, and hope the sheetanchor of the soul.
Charity is a mantle, but little worn.
BEES.—The great object is to reduce the management of bees to a few simple general principles. Among these may be included the principle of limiting the increase of numbers to the quantity of food, that is, to the flowers which the given locality affords. This Mr. Nutt and Mr. Bagster have proved is to be done by keeping the bees moderately cool, and thus preventing them from swarming. A second principle is, to keep the bees constantly working ; and this is effected by the operation of the first principle, and by depriving them of their honey as it is produced. The remaining principle is, to preserve and improve the cultivated variety of bees. This is done by never allowing them to be starved for want of food, and by never allowing the larvæ to be reared in old cells. These cells become smaller with age, in consequence of the thickening of their sides, owing to every larvæ hatched in each leaving the membranous covering that had invested it behind it in the cell; and the smaller they are, the smaller will be the bees produced in them.
RELIGIOUS SPUNGING.–There is a practice prevalent in our country, and, if we have been rightly informed, it is not altogether unknown in England, which appears both unjust and disgraceful; I allude to a species of religious mendicity, which many well-meaning persons adopt, who, on leaving their homes, for the promotion of their private business, spunge their living out of their acquaintances, or no acquaintances, among the members of the church to which they belong. This is more particularly the case with persons who travel for the purpose of obtaining subscribers for religious works, or for peddling religious books. These persons, it is believed, would not go out, were it not for the hope of personal gain. Their business, then, is for their own profit, just as much as if they were engaged as tin pedlars, or in any other honest employment. Now, I have said that this spunging is both disgraceful and unjust. That it is disgraceful, I need no farther proof than to quote Webster's definition of the verb to Spunge ; " To gain by mean arts, by intrusion or hanging
Love of DRESS.-A young lady about twenty, had been born to a rich inheritance, and was the only child of parents who were doatingly fond of her. In a fashionable education, nothing was spared to make it complete ; but dress was the idol of the mother's heart. The daughter was gay, and answered all the mother's hope, in making a display in the fashionable world. But the hour of sickness came, it was a dreadful hour, for it was the termination of all her earthly hopes. The minister was called