THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTER AND GUARDIAN. No. 194.] FEBRUARY, 1833. [VOL. XVII. CORFU. (With an Engraving.) THE Ionian Isles, forming the republic of the Ionian States, are seven in number; of which the capital is Corfu, the ancient Corcyra. By other names it appears the island has also been called, as Dressanum and Pheacia. Homer gives a description of the island in his Odyssey, where Ulysses's visit to the court of Alcinous is so interestingly described; and there is a rock still pointed out to travellers, bearing the name of the Ship of Ulysses. Corfu, with the other islands, has often changed masters. In very ancient times there was a King whose dominion extended only over the isle itself. The particulars connected with some transactions of remote ages may be found in Herodotus, Diodorus, Thucydides, Plutarch, and others. By these writers it is discovered, that the King of Corfu took his part in the wars which deluged the world from four hundred years before the Christian era, until the time when Rome subdued the whole of the known world. The isles, however, were but as spots in the map of her extended conquest; yet in the civil war between Pompey and Cæsar, Corfu took a conspicuous part, adhering to the cause of the former. Christianity, it is said, was introduced into Corfu about the year 43, by Sosipater and Jason, two disciples of St. Paul, who preached the Gospel with success, and built a affliction she had to sustain, she was invariably supported by the consolations of religion. Her religious friends always found communion with her in her sickness to be profitable; and even her medical attendant, though professedly a stranger to experimental religion, still speaks in the strongest terms of the pleasure he felt on always finding her so resigned and happy. Without attempting to repeat the many and various expressions of confidence and joyful hope which dropped from her lips, suffice it to say, that God supported her in her dying hour, and her dying hour brought glory to God. At length exhausted nature sunk beneath its weight, and her soul departed to be with Christ in the regions of unmixed delight. H. V. OLVER. POETRY. THE DEATH-BED OF THE JUST. SAVED by agonizing prayer, Through the great Redeemer's blood; Guardian angels kindly bear, Bear the spirit to its God! Soothe the last, the parting strife, Minister of love divine! Ope the gates of endless life; Round let gleams of glory shine! Blest the dead, the dying blest, Gales of Paradise blow round; Soul beloved, adieu, adieu! Thine the bliss, but mine the pain: Here we die to live anew; Now we part to meet again. THE MARTYR. BY CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH. DYED in his life-blood's crimson stain, The Saviour's blood must make it white. O not of works! No boast of man In heaven's high courts can find a place; Of grace alone salvation's plan; It is not that they dared to die: It is because the deep-struck root Safe from the world's delusive snare, Taught to abound, no treasures lure Be ours the crown, be ours the cross, That glitters in an earthly mine. The Spirit shall his will declare, And guide our steps to seek his ways: We'll watch our time, in faith and prayer, Then pass eternity in praise. TRUTHS. "In the midst of life we are in death." I SAW an infant on its mother's breast, How pray'd for, hoped for! But I look'd again. I saw a noble youth in life's glad morn; The horned moon saw that bright youth in health, How peaceful and how calm! As ye have sown, So shall ye also reap. Its wily tale of long to-morrow pour; When friends are numerous; when heart-loved things- Fame, riches, happiness-around thee throng; Then, ever-living spirit, then beware! A God-forgotten's thunder-clouds of ire May lower around thee, and the winged flash Thy earth-probation terminate, and ope to thee London, 1830. DIDYMUS SECUNDUS. ADDRESS TO A FRIEND ON HIS BIRTH-DAY. THOUGH SOME may give the things of earth To pledge their friendship true; Or lead thee forth to scenes of mirth, And ope before thy view Earth's gilded toys, its fancied joys, I weave a wreath of fadeless flowers, And seek to' improve the passing hours, And lead thy mind to joys refined, And ask of thee awhile to leave all earthly things behind. Though feeble be my lays, and weak The warblings of my lyre; Yet still a higher theme I seek, To holier things aspire: To higher bliss, more solid peace, That shall exist when earthly things and earthly pleasures cease. I lead thee to devotion's shrine, And bid thee bow the knee Before the Lord, thy God,-and mine. And guide thee still, till thou fulfil Whate'er shall be according to his holy righteous will. And since it is thy natal day, And ask his grace to seek his face, Till thou shalt leave this earth, and gain his holy dwelling-place. And while the year rolls swift along Which brings again the day, O join thou not the hosts that throng But join the few, to Jesus true, Who have, while here they but sojourn, "a better land" in view. Oft may thy natal day return, And bring unmix'd delight; And may thy sun on its glad morn Dispel the shades of night; To where enjoyment never cloys,-to realms of endless day. HUMILITY. R. A. WEST. HUMILITY, the loveliest flower That bloom'd in Paradise, the first that died, Has rarely blossom'd since in mortal soil. It is so frail and delicate a thing, 'Tis gone if it but looks upon itself: |