gin famili; THE CLEAR VISION. I (lid but dream. I never knew IVhat charms our sternest season wore. Was never yet the sky so blue, Was never earth so white before. Till now I never saw the glow Of sunset on you hills of snow. And never learned the bough's designs Of beauty in its leafless lines. Did ever such a morning break As that my eastern windows see ? Did ever such a moonlight take Weird photographs of shrub and tree? Kang ever bells so wild and fleet The music of the winter street ? Was ever yet a sound by half So merry as yon school-boy’s laugh ? 0 Earth ! with gladness overfraught No added charm thy face hath found ; Within my heart the change is wrought, My footsteps make enchanted ground. From couch of pain and curtained room Forth t o thy light and air I come, To find in all that-meets my eyes • ■ The freshness of a glad surprise. Fair seem these winter days, and' soon Shall blow the warm west winds of Bpring, To set the unbound rills,in tune. And hither urge the bluebird’s wing. The vale shall laugh in flowers, the woods Grow misty green with leafing buds, And violets and windflowers sway Against the throbbing heart of May. Bleak forth, my lips, in praise, and own The wiser 16ve severely kind ; Since, richer for its chastening grown, I see, whereas I once was blind. The world, 0 Father! hath not wronged With loss tho life by thee prolonged ; But still, with every added year, More beautiful thy works appear! As thou hast made thy world without, Make til on more fairiay world within ; Shine through its lingering clouds of doubt; Rebuke its haunting shapes of sin ; Fill, brief or long, my granted span Of life with love to thee hud man ; • ' ■ Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest, But let my last days he my best! Atlantic Monthly for May. A FLOWER OR A LITTLE GRAVE. BY REV. THEO. X,. CUYLER. I have often written in these- columss on “ the losson's of disappointment,” and “God’s bitter .clips,” and on Jesus as a comforter to the heart-brokou. But the brief announce ment in the obituary department of the late Independent must have told my read ers already what a “ bitter cup " our Heav enly Father was pressing to the lips of my self and tho sharer of my griefs, We are all prone, to magnify our sorrows; but lam sure that the hundreds who now recall the exquisitely beautiful face of our twin boy Georgie, as he was led with his little mate through the streets of Brooklyn, and through the jiark at Saratoga last’sit'mmef, will Say that the<loss of.-such'a yteasure is a sorrow too deep.for words to gaugo.. The bright, brave boys came to us on the 9th of July, 1863, while caunon were sound ing over the fall of Vicksburgh; For a time we playfiilly called them “ our two Vies Vicksburgh and Victory. For five years these faces have filled this house, with sunshine. They had, both beqn consecrated to God in early infancy; but Jestis left the larger and the -more beautiful of 'the twain under our culture as long as good to his holy and unerring' wisdom. Georgie grew sweeter, And gentler; and moire win so,me. „ey.e]?y. hqur .during, I,he, last .winker; and sometimes,.when heoame home from the,i.n/ant- ! qla,sa,o,n,,§ l laid his gul den curls .on my„ahQulder, iapdur.epeate.dj jys hymnß in so tender a voice,:l- sfelte a secret tremble at the thought-that so-mucb treas ure was entrusted to so frail an “ earthen vessel:”- .■->•■■■» - . On the Sabbath morning early (April 19th) the dreaded scarlet' fCvef (most mys terious of all permitted scourges of tne fire-side) smote his with a Vio lence past all Bkill to arrest. He began to repeat his cradle-hymn, .“How I lay me down to sleep,” and then murmured over those other favorite lines: ■ me: He has”diG<|* T rf ' > The -gates of heaveu' to epW-wide. % He will wash away my sin ; t ; . . .And let His little child come in.” When he had finished {his most perfect of modern child-hymns, he looked up to his mother and his faithful German nurse, and whispered, “Does Jesus love me? What will Jesus say to me when he sees mel” A little later in the day he kissed his handjLto me, and faintly? said, “ Bye-bye ! ” The agonizing-spasms soon came offhand at sun set my glorious boy lay cold' on his pillow ! Our Sabbath evening l -was his bright t and endless Sabbath morn ! , £p-day the nursery is deserted.THib little wly pa’ssinglthrou’gh the same disorder;" bn t 'wit If ghhcLhop e 'oF recov . ery,; the kite and the plaything lie about the floor; and to me this poor, “disenchant ed earth " has lost half its lustre. Hence forth my visits to the house ofThe bereaved must be made as though my departed boy was leading me by the hand. Henceforth I can truly “ weep with those who weep; ” for 1 have been admitted to the sacred cir cle of the sorrowing. Henceforth'heaven is nearer, and inexpressibly dearer. forth the adorable Jestjs is hot dnly’my Sa viour, but the guardian of - my beautiful cherub-boy. ■ Ifervently hope that none of my readers will chide me for pouring out through a public journal the sdcfed' griefs of a smitten heart. But I Tiave received from iso many l eaders of The Independent tender mes sages of condolence that I ban only respond to words? o£ ,^atitnde. And tell them tnat the Gospel, the presence of the divine Jesus, the all-sufficient grace of God, the “ah’6H'pi , ’pure and ktbadfasW' which I have so often copumepded to them*,’.are jnpw to ihy smitten indejinitely anairie&pressi THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1868. bly precious. Welcome be the baptism, how ever bitter, that shall make any of us min isters of the word more consecrated to our glorious work of preaching Jesus Christ and Him crucified! IRVING AND THE THIEVING BOVS. Mr. Irving was full of the milk of hu man kindness, but even he eoiildn’t submit composedly to the robbery of his orchards. The following incident will show how he stopped it: Wnen he first moved into this region-bb was much annoyed by thefts which some bold boys perpetrated upon his iruit. He determined to stop their visitations by & method peculiar to himself. Learning from the gardener that they were on the premi ses, after placing him in a certain spot, with instructions how to act, he, from the oppo site side, came upon the buys unexpectedly, but having recently settled in the neighbor hood, they were not familiar with his ap pearance, and kept pocketing the apples with the utmost riohcihlhiieiß. fie singled out the lad who apparently assumed the post of leader, and, thus addressed him : “ Boy, l aVe*vef§f 'jiobb apples. I know- flhßYßjaYejfitr;]bet teyo^eS.” I 'w ‘,-i A*;,-.x “ Where is it ?” asked ; the wary marau der. . “-Pver yondpr,” pointing to,the cottage,. ' “ WeVe'’afraid" ortbe' oid gentleih’dß.” 1 ’ “He is not there iidw'. Yon will be per fectly ASfe; but make no'nbise lest we'be overheard.” In a few moments the party were on the march for the new foraging-ground, Mr. Ir-r ving leading. They advanced in single file, and sought the shelter afforded by the east side of a prickly hedge. Ere long the voice of,the gardener was heard near them. . “Be quiet,” said the leader,” or wo shall be discovered.- Keep near the hedge, every one of yon.” Fear made them hug closely to th e eovert, which they imagined only concealed them from the dreaded proprietor. The thorns pricked them sorely-; but the greater danger which was imminent made them indifferent to the pain inflicted; by the thorns. Soon they approached the desired apple tree, and as they gathered round it, sAw the gardener approaching from a direction which tiaAde'esdape impossible. “ Bpys,” said Mr. Irving, “ this is the,tree Ispokeof, and I am the owner—Mr. Irving. Do not be afraid,” he continued; “ I shall, not punish yon; th.e.prickly hedge has done that sufficiently alre'ady. I ohly ask that when.you want.. to eat my fruit, you will comps mq and ask fdrlit.■. I doinoj; like i|> have my property taken without my permis sion.” The ringlcader'in this affairgavethe wri ter, in after years, the details of it himself, and added that the rebuke was so thorough lie never robbed Mr. Irving’s or any other apple orchard-again. . - ~, ATTENDING: OHDROH IN ICEBERGS. Bayard Taylor once said, in a lecture, that in some part of Northern Europe he attended religious service where it was sp cold that the words, as spoken by the min ister, fell in fcEykfatlized's®)jw-.f145451 JtplQh the heads Of the people. The only advan tage I then saw, irr preaching under such circumstances,, was, that-tha-peoplo could carry the •frozen* words J: hom» and study thefL leiSUfe'‘^yd't ) ; Afteri all, con-, cluMti itLwas aTijtlle'ofMif.. ;Tk^lpi,Apoetry; used, tp Tl expj , l g§s ; a .y ! ery,.CQ!di.tac,t.., j .Jihave; since, concluded that;what: he then said con-: tained-tuore truth thafl r pBetryi All-through No^fhWif i Eufdpe"6 i n;fe, findlTofiy sthnpj piles —ejbiurches, which have stood for three and fourn hun- 1 dro’d years; (Ho drShiit'e'etu're nlassive an d imposing ,as 'this ehtfrch 'architecture. Thh’ Ddtkefkn,Beformatioln , ! mhhy of these r Pld jd&mps were, "tfip'. Jijopertypf the Church ofi Borne. They were, therefore, built’.not so mtfcliTor the ’eomfort an’d ac cotnmodati’ob o’f hearers, aS', , -b^’ ; tßeir struc ture and appurtenances, toimpressThpmmd with-the awe of religious,art. iOwihg, there fore, to, the unnecessary space enclosed be neath their high roofs, it is.quite difficult, if not impossible—at least with Dutch; porce lains to ves-—to heat them. You' good peo ple at home, with furnace-heated churches, cushioned seats, carpeted floors, and often robed sleighs to convey your muffled- bodies to ,‘and from God’S house; can- but faintly, conceive' the* luxury of being clad in two overcoats and a huge shawl, walk'ihg, through sloppy; muddy, snowy streets, to Someth age dome, where the-condensed frost of the con-, fined atmosphere greets- you with its cold grasp; sitting on a 'hard, woodenTbench, witlfypUr feet restihg'oh icc-charged bricks, listjenmg fo good singing, hasaf reading, and an hour’s sermon; while the' only.ppcular evidence of fire are:-two? wax caudles faintly; burning upon the orna tfiented saltar. “ But; whal? kre they pmong so many ? w HM6st of the churches, however, contain' rows of boxes, a la tAeatre,provided with glass win dows, through <wbich the.#de deign tq look out upbn the-minister and us poor, common! people,* while they rest in their easy-chairs, beside their comfortable Btoves. There ,are -persons wßo, l; af)t,qr .cushioning their heads in the palm of their hands, will close their eyes, and profess to hear a ser mon better than when they see-the-minis ter, It always seemed to me that, in such eases, the eyes .were ;afflicted-!withf a«aoEt-iof cbronic Sunday weakneBs, whieti over-seat ed churches greatly aggravated. Eor my part, I have al ways.-felt that.the minister’s face was a kind' of ioHl-reneetor; and as, light, fire, earnestness, hope, and 1 faith[ or the opposites, were traceable in his coiipte nance, so were the people impressed.' Eor tbis'reasonT always want;to see’the- minis-' ter’B.eyes. But here it-is accompanied with difficulties; for from Hik mouth flows a flood of frosted breath; from my nostrils and the hunarod pa'ii ; k > 'a i bdlit''mk issu¥¥fi , oftK'e same frosted element, which so choke up and obstruct the course of vision, that the picture presented is that of a minister in a fog. Notwithstanding the disagreeableness of cold churches, I have always received good in attending. Some of the finest church choirs in Berlin, Dresden, Potsdam, and Halle, consist chiefly of boys. One thing is a little peculiar—l have not yet seen a lady in a church-choir. The mystery is, how the singing master manages to get so much and such a variety of music out of such unmu sical-looking heads ; yet he does, and it is not all sound simply, but harmony of the sweetest kind—thrilling, rapturous music. And what is more marvellous, these boys’ voices imitate the most cultivated tones of the female voice, giving all parts in sweet est unison.-1 have seen choirs of from forty to one hundred boys, behind them a huge organ, and when the singing service is in troduced, one is pearly lifted from his feet, as that hundred-voiced, youthful choir, ac companied by organ . and congregation, sends forth the anthem of praise. These boys sing igith a will—sing lustily—throw back their heads, open their mouths, expand th’eir lungs, and pour forth such volumes of sweet sound that one never would have dreamed,resided there. But' the Gormans ate ready singers, natural singers, love singing, and in some form and somewhere are always engaged in'it. ‘The children'till sing' are'taught it eAHy—so I ‘early, that ofce’ almost concludes tbey-ate bttrn singing. The' first street-singing 1 encountered was at Rn dolsdorff. It forhibly reminded me Of young Luther singing for bread in the streets of Magdeburg and Eisenach. But, as respects street-singing, Haile eclipses all other cities I have yet seen. For the past six months these little sing ers have' formed-their circle beneath my window, every. Friday morning, often before it was light, -and treated me to their sweet music. But I doubt if one of themknows I am in the city; -yet my rooms being opposite one of the teacher’s rooms, for whom they siog.l.epyqyit aIBO. Everybody in Germany, of a,public or professional character, from the king to a street-expressman, wears some distinguishing regalia; so these little fellows have theirs, which consists of a tall black silk hat, varying in height, shape, and breadth of rim, including all fashions and re garding nono—-evidently, from their ancient appearance, the gifts of some friendly-dis posed patrons. Their ears prevent tho hats from entirely resting upon their’ shoulders; and though they giv'e tneir bearers rather a coniic appearance, the music which comesout fro in under them is sweet, clear, ahd'thrilling. Since ■ hearing these boy-choirS in church and street, I have become convinced that we are losing a valuable element of power in; onr churches. We- have thousands of boys An all-our churches, and yet their sing ing power is often--dormant; In our Sunday schools, the girls are often the best Singers. Bbys are often afraid dr ashamed to sing. Hero the reverse is true.' Why could not the twenty or one hundred boys, who are to be found in nearly all our societies, be form ed into a-singing class for church music, as a substitute lor adult choirs,’ which are too frequently generators of strife and discords? Give them a judicious deader, infuse into them --an enthusiasm for singing; and you will not only have.good singing, and in such .work-benefit the boys,-bat have 'always on hand aichurch-singing, nursery. It is worth The spring songsters,. here,and every where fill the air with their sweet music. Fifteen minutesVwalk brings one frpm,any part of the-city into the open fields. A,small brown object rises seemingly ouit of the ground, warbles its silvery notes as it rises as though borne on the near ly-lost in the deep bine above. There, as if ''pasted to the sky, wi th- wingss and tail .•spread* and transparent as a spider's web, it- remains' perfectly motionless, never for an instant withholding its clear notes; -which pour like a floodof-glory down ; then, as it gradually descends, it suddenly throws its head forward and drops like a stone to the earth. fSTot tilf then is. its spng, epded. This is the lark.* Ho bird has as yet pleased me as has the lark. . Its song would entitle it to be called the bird* of Paradise, though its beauty is inferior, unless “ handsome is that handsome does.” Our bobolink sings a richer note, and is much prettier than the little brown lark; but he flies not so high, aind his song is only'a tenth as long. —The ’Methodist. DOMESTIO ‘LITE, - I am afraid, that our domestic life will not bear looking pito.” I fear, that our- houses wiiLu.pt Jt>e folind tp hp,yq.unity, and. to ex press the besjtJbought. The household, the calling, the frfhhdship of the citizen are n,ot homogeneous. His house ought to show us his honest ppimpti/bf What his,"well-bping consists in-when'he rests among his kin dred, and forgets all affectation, all compli ance; and? even* all -exertion of- will. He -brings homethither *w hatever commodities and ornaments have, for years allured his pursuit, and his,character must be seen,in them. But what idea predominates, in our houses?.. Thrift*firet„then s eoiDYe,nience.and pleasure. Take off all the roofs from street to street, and we shall seldona find the tem ple of- any higher god than p'rudCnbe. The progress! >of.’ domestic living * has been -in cleanliness; in ventilation, in health, in de corum, in countless means and arts of com fort,. in the concentration of all the utilities of every clime in each house. They are arranged-for low benefits. The houses of the rich are confectioners' shops, where we get* sweetmeats and wine; the houses of the poor afe imitations of these., to the ex tent of their ability. With these.ends houses keeping is not beautiful; it cheers and raises neither the husband; the wife nor the child; neither the host nor the guest; it jvomeju..!. AVhpuSe 'fc%p!t to* theehd of- prudence- is- laborious - without joy; a hous'e kept to' the 'end "of K dikplay is imphst sible to all but a few women, and their suc cess is dearly bought.— lt. W. Emerson. PLAYING THE HYPOCRITE. A solemn, interesting prayer-meeting was recently held in one of our city churches. The pastor was greatly in the spirit. He had told them of his own experience, his hungering and thirsting after righteousness, his earnest desire to get nearer the Lord. He had affectionately besought his people to rise higher. He had invited the mem bers to gather with him around the altar and newly consecrate themselves to Jesus. It was a solemn hour. The presence of the Holy One was manifested. Now, would it not be naturally supposed, that all witness ing that scene, and realizing, the influences of such an hour, would retire with religious thought and feeling—members of the church at least ? Could there be any trifler in such an assembly ? And yet there was, and a professor of Christ's religion too! A young lady, not a professing Christian, going down the stairs from the lecture room, overheard ajconversation between the wife of one of the leading members in that church, and a friend. She said to her friend : “ Are you going to the Opera House to-morrow evening There, was to be some Sort of performance at the Opera House, which had attracted the attention of that. gay, lifeless professor. Her worldly thoughts, like the fool's-eye, were wandering during the hoiy* of solemn prayer. The Opera Honse was more prominently in view than The Throne Poor deluded woman! Alas ! how many there are like her, who, have a name to live while they are dead !. The young lady who overheard the inquiry; subsequently re marked to her friend: “If I was to profess religion, I would not flay the hyprocrite like that woman !”' Sinner as she was, she saw the palpable inconsistency. How far the example may have a hurtful, deadly in fluence, upon that immortal soul, eternity alone will reveal. She maybe hindered for life, aye for eternity. She may lose her soul —and her deep, eternal damnation bo char geable to that thoughtless professor. “ Play ing the hyprocrit,” designedly or unde signedly, in a dangerous business! That trifling one did not, we charitably believe, design to “:play the hyprocrite.” She had not of set purpose entered upon the work of proving that Jesus Christ was an im postor, and His religion a fable, No! pro bably step by step she had glided into that realm of coldness and death, in which the closeof that memorable prayer meeting found her, Go home with her, and ; ask her how much she studies God’s Word daily how often she visits the closet—how fre quently she converses with her husband and children,abOut personal religion ? Get answers to these questions, and others of a kindred character,, and you will understand why she asked: “Are you going' to the Opera House to-morrow evening ?” Closet going and opera-going are antagonistic. We say she did not design “to‘play the hyprocrite,” and yet she was doing it as effectually as if she had-sworn to do so, How circumspectly should professing Chris tians walk! How should the words =of‘the lips be guarded; and sacred vigils'kept over oven the'thoughts of the heart. The Psal mist said : “ 1 will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue,, I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.” Surely this is a resolution worthy of universal adoption. • The thought that so many professors are undesignedly “playing the hyprocrito,” is fearful. Every one is exerting a potent in fluence in some circle, either for life or death. And who can. contemplate the loss of one. soul, through our individual fault, without in ward horror ? ■ The feeding of the undying worm upon human vitals—the action of the quehchless flame'upon immor tal soul—-the ceaseless torments of eternal perdition realised by a conscious, immortal being are awful 1 .-.And .Oil. to be,' instr.u,- niental in plunging one soul into such ■ un,- mitigated darkneßS—such deep ! agony-and remorse —such damnation —who can estimate the guilt ? Beware, then, professors, of Words spoken on entering or. retiring from the, sanctuary, in the hearing of the uncon verted. Above ; all, cultivate in the !closet, and in the wise use of Christian privileges, a soul-life which will - forbid such earnarut terances —and give to the speech, on all occasions, such excellency, as will'show that it has a heavenly, seasoning, a life-savor, ministering grace unto the, hearer. And, forget not, each day, to breathe thejprayer : “ Deliver me from' blood-guiltiness,' 0 God, thou Gpd of my salvation and my tpngue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness!”— Methodist Home Journal. : ' A WORD OR TWO TO i MOTHER. Wo are by no meins surprised at your anxiety on behalf of the 1 spiritual interests of your children in these truly solemn and most deceptive days. If the Holy Qhosi Says, by the prophet Daniel, concerning our times, “ and some of them o'f Understanding shall fall, to try-them, and to purge, and to make them white,” it is no wonder tbat you or l any right-minded parent tremble' for your children, growing up as they are, and about to go forth into a world beset on every hand by snareß and cntrapmewts. We see but one refuge, 1 / beloved, -and that is wbat 1 has been called the weapon of .‘tall prayer.” Truly; those times,-have fallen upon us which were . foreshown by the Lord, , v .i-i We would suggest, to you, in, reference .to your beloved.children,{.to,bring everything, in so much as in you ließ, to the standard of trtith. Let “ to the w,gi;d e and x to the.tes tim,olny”, be. your constant watchword, Praymuch forwisdom and, .strength. Ap peal to the. throng with,the candor and sim.- plibity pfa.littlg;pi|d; .'^J^jtlie your little ones 'to‘^ ? oursehP dn*sb‘ manjCand continual resorting to the mercy-seat. Mark, the dealings of God, in His provi dence, are commonly the handmaid of grace. Let your elder children, especially, at least to a certain extent, be aware of your cares and anxieties, in order that they, as well as yourself, may watch for and see the inter posing hand of your great and gracious Deliverer. And in regard to the Ritualism, and the Rationalism, and the many delusive, captivating, and destructive isms of the day, let your watchword be, " Will it stand, my children, the test of a sick-bed, and all the solemn realities of a dying hour?” Abide by this, swerve not from this. Let nothing induce you to quit this stronghold in exhorting and remonstrating with your, loved ones. You ean with the utmost truth testify that this is one of the rich and distinguishing features of a true Scriptural faith, that it enables its possessor to enjoy a holy familiarity with God, and a -blessed confidence in Him whom it has believed, where the most devoted Romanist (and the mere Ritualist is only a dishonest copyist of such.) is tossed about upon the waves of a miserable u.hpertainty as to his eternal, fu ture. A tenet<of Romanism is, that “assu rances of salvation "is awful presumption. Now you;'beloved, have been taught better. You have not sol earned Christ) therefore, be it yours .to abide by what you know both Scripturally and experimentally to be true. The advocacy of these old-fashioned verities may ccist yon much in a way of sneer and rebuke, and a valiuly-imagined new and bet ter way;; but nevermind. . ,God will honor His own truth, afford you a peculiar-peace apd satisfaction in the vindication of it; and (if nbt before) will at least on a death-bed, cause you to experience all the joy,-all the comfort, all the unspeakable blessedness of him who, as a crowning mercy to his pre vious knowledge of and looking for the Christ of God, exclaimed, “ N s ow’, Lord, test Thou Thy servant depart in peace, ae-. cording to Thy word r for mine eyes, have seen Thy salvation/’ and, -although yon may not live to SOe 1 it, a mother’s prayers and a mother's.;exampie shall bc arisWefed in her loved ones boingbrougkt'tb His feet who hath:. graciously declared, that,His righteousness shall he unto children’s chib dren.” What a blessed promise! Beloved, be this your plea pf faith and our plea of faith day by day.—Hr. Houdney. SENDING TO HEAVEN HOB A MINISTER.- The people of. one of the out-parishes ,of Virginia wrote to Dr. Rice, who was then at the head of the Theological Seminary tin Prince Edward, for a minister. They said they wanted a man of first-rate talents, for they had run down considerably, and heeded building up, They wanted one who could write well, for ; some of the young people were very nice about the matter. They Wanted one who could' visit a great deal, for their former minister, had neglected that, and they wanted to bring that up. They wanted a man of very gentlemanly deport ment; for some thought a great-deal of that. And so they went ondescribingaperfect min ister. The last thing they mentioned was— they gave their last minister three hundred and fifty dollars; but if the‘Doctor-would send them sueh;a man as they had described, they would raise another fifty dollars, mak ing it four hundred,dollars.. , . The Doctor sat down, and wrote them a reply, telling them that they had better forthwith make out ahull for bid Dr. Dwight, in heaven; for he did not know any one in this world who answered. this description. And as Dr. Dwight had been living so long on spiritual food, he might not.need>so mucn for the body, find possibly he might be able to live on four hundred dbllars a year. HOW RAMSAY PAID HIS REST. Wit is sometimes' wprtii money, but' then it is, quite essential to bayea good-natured customer to,deal with. ~ , 'When Allen Ramsay, a well-known Scotch pOet began life,"be wasso poor that he could not meet bis >^ppi., > .VAJlter it became due he met bis* hMidlord and ex plained this circumstances, ;and expressed his distress at bis failure.to riefet his Obliga tions. The jolly landlbrd'Was quite kind to him, and said that, as ho {Was a lad of some genius, ,he would give., him a chance to can cel his debt without paying a shilling. “If,” said the creditor, “you’ll give roe a rhym ing 1 answer to four questions in as' many minutes, I’ll quit you' the rent altogether.” Allen said he would, try... The .questions were: “ What does God love? What does the devil love?" What does the world love? What do I love?” ' Ramsay wrpte: “Gpd loves man when he refrains from sin ; The devil loves man when hepersiste therein; The world loves man when riches oh him flow; ~ And you’d love roe could 1 pay you what I owe!” “The rent is paid,’’ said the farmer, giving his.'ingenious tenant aheartyslap on the shoulders. ' HEEDEESSNESS. Alas! I haye walked through life, Too heedless where Itrod: Nay, helping-to tratnple my fellow-worm, : And fill the-burial-sod : 'Forgetting that even the sparrow falls ' Not unmarked of God. The wounds I might have healed! The human sorrow and.smart! " And yet it never - was in : my soul To play so ill a part: - J * But evil is vrrovyht by ioant'of \lhought, ‘ ' AIS well aS-ivant'df heart. 1 ’ ;,i ■ i . j ■ Asp'the rivdrs cannot’ rest till they pour themselves into the bosom'-of the sea, so neither can renewed souls findrest, till they cp’m'g ',ibs the besom"’ x . All -the world"has admirtid'the offering of Abrahh'm',' : 'v?hht • t.o pass h'asdfferc l d his bwnßon ?— Luther. —Hood-
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