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We heard lately of a manufac- the sanctuary, that there would turing firm in Lancashire that had be nothing irrational, much less cleared last year above one hun- unchristian, if men would fix within dred thousand pounds. I wonder sober bounds the maximum to be what portion of it went into the allotted for a family, and devote all Lord's treasury ? Perhaps a guinea beyond to the service of Christ ; or two subscription to the schools, not postponing indeed the exercises and a trifle more to the other cha- of charity till that maximum is rities of the town. Yet the income attained, but securing the increase tax thereon would have to be of the Lord's blessing by a wise and quietly submitted to and paid ; and adequate scattering from year to should there be no reference to still year. There are many instances higher claims ? Who is it that where there are no children to enableth man to get wealth and to provide for; what great things prosper in the world? And who might be done there! but we have is it that condescends to call us many of us lived to see in how his stewards, and who will soon many instances it would have been return from a far country, whither better for children to have had less he is gone, and reckon with us ; left to them. We long to see our

Inasmuch as ye have merchants and manufacturers makdone it unto the least of these my ing money for God. Why should brethren, ye have done it unto me?” the world stare in astonishment at And should not worldly prosperity a solitary instance here and therebe consecrated to his service in the a Thornton in one century, a Mortvery first instance? Should he not lock in another ! We care not to have the first fruits ? Must all, as be called visionary and wild ; we a matter of course, go to the family know our ground, and we hope we aggrandizement-all be cursed and

may live to see the day when the blighted by a selfish monopoly ? rising exigencies of the world, and With urgent calls in all directions, when the irresistible conviction at home and abroad, would there that this highly favoured nation is be anything unreasonable in the placed on her peculiar vantage transfer of thousands out of hun- ground for supplying them; and, dreds of thousands to the Lord's above all, when such floods of light coffers ? Ah ! depend upon it, he and of love shall be let down from whose merchandise is prospering on heaven into men's souls, that it an extended scale will be the last shall become their sweetest luxury to differ with me in opinion, how- and most sublime enjoyment, to ever wild and enthusiastic it may make money for the glory of Christ appear now, when he comes on a and the happiness of men. dying bed, and feels the utter Shall the day never come, when nothingness of riches beyond the we can go into manufacturing disgood he has done with them, and tricts and hear the mill-owner say, when he comes to render his “ I am building that additional mill account before the judgment-seat and carrying on more merchandise, of Christ.

not because I need more myself, When shall we see men who are I thank God I have prospered in busy to grow rich, not for them- the world, and have realized enough selves only, but for Christ and for for my family—but I am anxious others? The thought may be ridi

to make friends of the mammon of culed, but it will bear, at all events, unrighteousness; I am longing to to be weighed in the balances of do all I can to advance my Saviour's kingdom. I see suffering, and selfishness, aiming at nothing but ignorance, and misery in all direc

a family monopoly of his wealth, to tions, and I am making haste to be the robbery of his God, and to the rich, that I may give my thousands betraying of his high and responand if it may be, my tens of thou- sible trust. sands, as a good steward of Jesus Would that my readers would Christ. It is as little as I can do calmly and prayerfully consider for him who has blessed me with this important subject. I offer his unsearchable and unfading these remarks, not in haste, but as riches, who has been through life the result of long and increasing my bountiful Benefactor and never- conviction. I am sure that no defailing Friend.

Will any one ven- partment of Christian duty can ture to question the wisdom and safely be neglected by any of us. the happiness of such a line of I believe that this is less understood conduct?

and more imperfectly attended to And the same principle applies than any other. Yet the testito many others besides the manu- mony of the Bible is given in the facturers. We have heard of some clearest and most forcible language. whose great anxiety and difficulty Worldly prosperity is attached to it is to know how to dispose of generosity; the happiness of hutheir “ savings” to the best advan- man life is inseparably connected tage. They have made their fa- with it. And indeed we see every mily arrangements; ten or twenty day how little happiness wealth thousand pounds, or more, is se- can confer beyond the good that is cured to each of the children ; but done with it. Selfish and excesthere is annually a surplus of in- sive expenditure seals its own micome over the expenditure, and sery: while, as for careful and

parwhat is to be done with it? Done simonious hoarding, a man might with it! Should a Christian be at as well have as many pebbles as a loss? Is it the worst specula- sovereigns laid up, for any good or tion to “ lend to the Lord ?” Does satisfaction that he gives himself. the God of heaven give the poorest I know a man who only lives interest ? Does he not promise to and thinks and contrives for one restore principal as well as interest? specific object; namely, that he When he who is set before us as may come to a point of possession our example, that we may “ follow when he can boast that he is worth his steps,” when He was willing to a million! This is the ultimatum become poor that we might be of life. Oh, what a mistake! If made rich, shall we find it difficult to be happy even in this world be to give merely out of our abun- the object, what a mistake! dance — the superfluity of our But it is still further to be re. wealth : touching neither the membered, that covetousness is comfort of our own living, or the said to be idolatry; and that the competent provision for our fami- covetous man is classed in Scriplies when we are gone! Oh! there ture with the whoremonger, and must be something strangely and other flagrant offenders, and exdangerously wrong in the moral cluded from the kingdom of heaven. and religious constitution of a Oh, that my readers would lay all professing Christian's soul, who this to heart! You must not sufcan suffer himself to live and act fer yourselves to be deceived by through life under the uninter- the little scanty efforts at charity rupted influence of his natural which steal out of your abundance. MAY-1845.

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Possibly, with your thousands a- in this nation alone for evangelyear, you are contenting your izing the world, and for effecting selves with your sovereign subscrip- ample instrumentality for tions—not more than the clergy. carrying forward the moral and man of your parish, with all his religious interests of mankind. But calls and limited means, is cheer- the silver and the gold are withfully contributing. But where you held. The stewards to whom they are giving your single sovereigns, are confided, venture on the fearful you should be giving your hun- guilt of self-appropriation. Oh, dreds and your thousands. I re- that they were wise! Oh, that peat it, charity must be directed they understood the highest luxury by the calls and claims which pre- and happiness of man! Oh, that sent themselves, by our own facili- they would consider their latter ties for meeting them, and our end, when an account must be individual ability. You must bring rendered, and when Christ will say yourselves and all your doingsunder to the faithful, “Inasmuch as ye this standard.

have done it unto the least of these It is a striking consideration, my

brethren, ye

have done it unto that there is a sufficiency of means




The Everlasting Mountains ! how did they treasure up
The Truth's unfailing waters, as in a giant's cup!
When broken were the cisterns that earthly hands had wrought,
How, from their quiet hamlets, full water-urns were brought!
The Everlasting Mountains ! how often at their root
Have weary pilgrims gather'd our Faith's most lovely fruit!
The dews upon them rested, both eventide and morn,
Until their sunny hollows stood thick with golden corn.
When through the world was famine, and wasted every cheek,
Thither the pilgrims journey'd, the Bread of Life to seek:
The mountain corn they gathered, they drank the mountain stream,
And rose up strong to battle with many an ancient dream.
Yet lonely spirits thirsted in dim, secluded cells,
And knew not Truth was shining in quiet mountain wells;
And fainting spirits hungered, and knew not there was corn
Afar upon the mountains, as golden as the morn.
And weary souls departed, in silence, and alone,
Fearing the truth would perish, beneath their burial-stone;
Would that a kindly spirit had whisper'd in their ear,
The dreary night was ending, the morning watch was near!

To hail upon

Their eyes they would have lifted, to mark the shadow cease

the mountains the messengers of peace!
They would have gone rejoicing, those messengers to meet,
They would have hasted singing, “How beautiful their feet!”
The blessed news they heard not is ringing in our ears;
The olive trees are budding they water'd with their tears !
The little mountain streamlets to mighty floods have spread,
Along the parching valleys the thirsting cities led.
Yet many a mountain fastness with Christian bones was strewn,
Ere in the cold, hard marble the channels could be hewn;
And many a mountain streamlet ran dark with Christian blood,
Ere yet the mean and simple by pleasant waters stood!
Ye Everlasting Mountains! what legends could ye

Of children true and faithful that in their harness fell!
Clasping to bleeding bosoms the blessed Word of Life,
That was not lost nor blotted through all the deadly strife!
Proud City! that art dwelling the seven-fold hills upon,
Hast thou no thought of pity o'er all thy hand has done?
Oh, that from these old mountains the mighty rushing wind
Into thy gorgeous temples an open door could find!
For if it might but enter, how would thy children mourn
In sackcloth and in ashes, their scarlet raiment torn!
How would they go forth gladly, fresh with the heavenly breath,
To pour the balm of healing where once they scatter'd death!
How would we gaze upon thee! How would we bless thee then!
A light in lofty places, a lamp for mighty men!
How would thine hands be strengthen'd! how would'st thou sit a queen!
And not a murmur utter'd of all that thou hast been!



Once bloom'd on earth a wondrous More lovelily each hour it smiled, Flower,

Androundit seem’dacharmed spot; Within a lowly spot it grew; There no unwholesome blast defiled, But it possess'd a healing power, And tainting sin approach'd it not:

And far and wide its odours threw: But dew from heav'n came softly down Thousandsin speechless rapture stood, To rest upon its scented crown; I As they the mystic blossom view'd Unearthly voices whisper'd there, Unfold its gorgeous cup, and show And silvery harp-tones fill'd the air.Ş The glowing heart that shone below.*

And still to Heav’n its face was turn'd, Some pluck'd therefrom a leaf to try As though it own'd a Sire above;

What virtue in its balsam lay, And its expanded bosom burn'd, And found that nought beneath the sky, As though o'ercharged with bound

Likeit,could charm theirgriefsaway. less love. How cooling was its touch, when prest Ne’er was it closed:—by day it shed Upon the fever'd, anxious breast! Its perfume on man's favour'd head; How gently did it soothe the smart By night, all bared beneath the sky, Of the distemper'd, wounded heart! It seem'd to court its Father's eye.

T * Luke iv. 22. f Luke iv. 40. John iii. 34. § Matt. iii. 17. Luke ü. 13. || I am indebted to a German writer for the idea expressed in these four lines. [Lu. xxi. 37.


At length unrighteous mortals, stung And slowly into heaven it pass'd, With envy at this beauteous Flower, While

many a longing look was cast Loose to the winds its blossoms flung, | Upon it as it ling’ring went

And trodit down with spiteful power. Into the azure firmament. I
And on its head a stone they laid,
And many a mock and song they

But often since, that Flower has been made; t

Beheld by cleansed and loving souls, Triumphant in the deed which slew

And still, where'er 'tis smelt and seen, A fairer bud than nature knew.

It every sin and grief controls.

Thou, Jesus, art this mystic Flower, But-joy for man!—a little while Thine is the cooling, soothing power

And the majestic Flower once more Which hearts, diseas'd by guilt, can Uplifted with a radiant smile

heal. Its forehead statelier than before. Ah, let me, then, its fragrance feel.

M. N.


(For the Christian Guardian.)

I stood by the side of the calm, glassy ocean,

The beams of the morning were flung on the wave;
As it were to inspire human hearts with devotion,

And glory to shed o’er the mariner's grave.
When I ask'd of the Sea, if the beautiful dwelling

Of Wisdom in her coral caves could be found ?
Methought that a musical murmur was swelling

And breathing the Deep's placid answer around.
Not in me—not in me, is the boon you are seeking,

Though bright are my waves with their pure, snowy crest;
Though majestic my mien when my thunders are speaking

And tossing your ships on my dark-heaving breast.
“Not in me—though rare jewels beneath are reposing,

And sunk in my chambers the treasures of men!"
And here I perceived that around me were closing

The tides of the ocean I listened to then.

“Not in me”—said the voice, like a storm sudden starting

“Go, and find thou true wisdom in fearing the Lord; And far from all evil with swift feet departing,

Oh, flee to thy Saviour, the Ever Adored!"

The waves gather'd round me in wildest commotion,

The red levin flashed from a thick, sullen cloud;
I deemed that my grave would be found in the ocean,

And the murky sea-gloom be my funeral shroud.

I utter'd His name, and implored His assistance,

Who died for mankind on the criminal's tree;
When behold! there arose a bright cross in the distance,
A voice swept the air, “Here is wisdom in Me."

* Matt. xxyii. 66. † Ps. lxix. 12. Acts i. 10.

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