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BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.
philosophy, nor long for their fame. How uncertain, and amid foul exhalations and noxious vapours, how unsatisfying and vain, yea, how miserable, per- dig out for others the treasures of the earth. sonally and socially, has experience proved it to be? With their exception, the sailor's life is shorter What did Infidelity accomplish for Hume or his French than that of any operative. And why? Beca ise associates, with all their acknowledged talent and the treacherous element upon which he sails, acquirement!-what is it likely to do for others less and the capricious winds to which he trusts, eminent? What has it done for France or Europe? oblige him to take his rest by snatches. Be. Has it not, so far as its influence reached, only cause he wanders through all climes, from tended to restore ancient Paganism, with its weari- the equator to the poles-1
--now scorching with ness, licentiousness, suicide, and thousand kindred heat, then freezing with cold. Because he miseries and crimes ?
works in all weathers, and because the worse the weather the harder he must work.
In the rain storm, when it descends in BAPTISM OF AN INFANT AT ITS
torrents, and continues so long as not to leare MOTHER'S FUNERAL.
him a change of clothing in his chest—in the sleet, in the snow, in the frost, when the rig
ging becomes like jagging steel, and the sails WHENCE is that trembling of a father's hand,
like sheets of iron-in the tempest, when the Who to the man of God doth bring his babe, winds rage and the seas roar, and the good ship Asking the seal of Christ? Why doth the voice struggles as it were for life—now plunging, as That uttereth o'er its brow the triune name though in despair, into the depths below, and Falter with sympathy? And most of all,
then rising, as if with exultation, on the towerWhy is yon coffin-lid a pedestal
ing wave. Then must the sailor work; and it For the baptismal font?
is these hardships, this severe toil, this constant
exposure, that shortens his life. Again I asked
But, alas ! it may be fearfully shortened by But all the answer was those gushing tears
other causes than the wear.and tear of his callWhich stricken hearts do weep.
ing. How often, in the discharge of some perilo
ous duty aloft, is he precipitated into the deep, For there she lay
and swallowed up by the devouring waters! The fair young mother in that coffin bed,
How often cast away! How often the victim Mourned by the funeral train. The heart that beat, of the malignant diseases of foreign climes ! With trembling tenderness at every touch How many sailors have met with an untimely Of love or pity, flushed the cheek no more. death from the club of the savage, the sword Tears were thy baptism, thou unconscious one, of the foe, or the desperate, charge of the And sorrow took thee at the gate of life
wounded whale! But there would be no end Into her cradle. Thou may'st never know of particularizing in this way the perils and The welcome of a nursing mother's kiss,
hardships of a seaman's life. We must appeal When, in her wondering ecstasy, she marks to the hurricane and the battle, to the ocean A thrilling growth of new affections spread with its dark caverns, and to the foreign Fresh greenness o'er the soul.
shores with their unburied dead. We must,
call upon the thousands who have gone down Thou may'st not share
with the waves for their winding sheet, and who Her hallowed teachings, nor suffuse her eye await in their deep sepulchres the resurrection With joy, as the first gems of infant thought of the dead, to bear witness what toils, what Unfold, in lisping sound.
dangers, and what sufferings are the sailor's lot.
We may observe, however, that sailors comYet may'st thou walk
monly die at sea. Death, bitter at any time, Even as she walked, breathing on all around must have its bitterness exceedingly increased The warmth of high affections, purified
under such circumstances. A ship is no hosAnd sublimated, by that Spirit's power
pital. None but able-bodied men are rated on Which makes the soul fit temple for its God. her books; and if sickness befal then, they So shalt thou, in a brighter world, behold
must take their chance. The medicine chest That countenance, which the cold grave did veil perhaps is the only proof on board that such & Thus early from thy sight, and the first tone calamity was ever thought of. That bears a mother's greeting to thine ear
Where does the sailor die! In a cheerful Be wafted from this minstrelsy of heaven. room? On a couch of feathers and a pillow of
down! Waited on by an attentive nurse!
Watched over by an anxious friend ! SurTHE DEATH OF THE SAILOR.
rounded by sobbing and weeping relatives! THERE is only one class of men whose lives are Far different. In that wretched hole, where more shortened by the nature of their occupa- a suspended lantern just gives light enough tion than the sailor's, and those men do not to show the seamen's chests by which it work above ground. They labour in mines, is encumbered. In that rude hammock swing:
ing from the beam. There is no minister of his “ fair weather hearers," for whose special Christ there to listen to his wailings over an illo benefit he had prepared the discourse, and spent life, or to awaken him to a sense of his chosen a fair and genial day on which to deliver sin and danger. There is no messenger of it, and told them in the outset that he meant love there, to speak of Jesus, and point him to them, by introducing his subject after the folthat anchor of the soul, sure and stedfast. No lowing strain : herald of that salvation which, like the ocean “ There is a class among you who visibly itself, rises above high-water mark, overtops enough cannot sympathize with all the sentithe mountains of sin, and washes away the ments of this glowing and lofty psalm. The guilt of every penitent transgressor. He dies principal significance of the weather, or at least without comfort in this world, and too often of all foul weather, appears in their estimation without hope in another.
to be, that it excuses them from worship. The But suppose the dying sailor to have enjoyed snows, and vapours, and stormy wind, do not so in former years the fostering care of a Bethel much fulfil the word of Jehovah, as call them Flag Society, how different might be his end! away from his word and the worship of his Then he would have in his possession the Word house. Their seat is sure to be vacant every of God; then he might call to mind, as he lay stormy Sabbath, and too often when there is in his loneliness, many a solemn truth-many only a slight promise of rain, or of any other an earnest prayer--many a kind exhortation- | kind of unpleasant weather. If the wind blows, many an encouraging promise which he had or the walks are wet, or covered with a little heard from the mouth of its missionary. Then snow; if the cold is uncomfortable, or the heat perhaps his danger would strike him like a a little too intense; if a fog damps the air, or an thunderbolt-his heart might be sınitten, he east wind chills it, they take out an indulgence might shed the tear of penitence, and cry out from the weather, and consider the worship of with believing earnestness, “Lord, save me, or God as relieved by a dispensation.” I perish."
The preacher then went on to prove that Too little is done for the poor sailor. Seated stormy Sabbaths are not only very harmless to in our comfortable quiet dwellings, and en- all persons but invalids, but that they really joying all the blessings and privileges of a have a high religious purpose. It is very desirhome on shore, we reck not of his privations able, according to his doctrine, to have stormy and trials. How few ever subscribe to the Sabbaths, and we ought to improve them as funds of a Sailor's Evangelistic Society-how opportunities of special blessing in attending on few even remember in prayer those who are on the public worship of God. Toward the close the waters! How much might not be done in he applied his subject in this strain:supplying vessels with Bibles and religious “I hope that all my fair weather hearers are libraries, and of circulating tracts, and estab. present, and, being present, that they will relishing Bethel Flag prayer-meetings! Nay, ceive the salutary lesson I give them. I have how much might be done in the way of attend- not said, and did not mean to say, all that could ing to the families of the sailors when they are relate to a subject so unpleasant. I have not far away! A Christian wife, a converted child, rebuked your self-indulgence as I might have might send the heavenly arrow into a husband's done. I have not spoken of the chill our woror a parent's heart with tenfold and resistless ship often suffers by the thinness of the assempower, at a time when that heart bounds with bly, and the many empty seats displayed; for I affection to its object, after a long and weary was not willing to ask your attention here as separation. And how might not converted patrons of the place. I have not dwelt on your sailors, in their turn, become as missionaries at excuses, and removed them; the plea that you every port at which they touched, and more ex. had better sometimes spend the day of God by tensively than all the missionaries of our many yourselves—for you know that you spend it in societies, “teach all nations !”
no such exercise as worship, or preparation for a better world; the plea often present to the
giddy heart of vanity, that a stormy day is no STORMY SABBATHS.
fit occasion for the display of your person-a plea
that you cannot yourselves utter, because of its An American minister, Dr. Bushnell, of Hart- conscious want of dignity, but which, nevertheford, Connecticut, recently preached a sermonless, has power with many; the plea that it to his people on the “Uses and Duties of Stormy will injure your health to encounter the rough Sabbaths,” from the text, “Fire and hail; snow weather—for you all expect me to be here in and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling his word.” every storm that blows, and you can as well be From this text he lectured them very plainly here as I; and if in thirteen years' attendance on the evil habit of staying away from worship on my duties here, without any consideration of on stormy Sabbaths. After alluding to the fact the weather, in its wildest storms and fiercest that every created thing, pleasant and terrible, cold, I have never suffered the least injury, including “ the flying artillery of the weather, there is not much reason to fear for you-cer. were invoked to praise the Lord, he turned to tainly not for any who are in equally sound
And laid her in her tornb;
health. To invalids I will make allowance, must needs go to college. He talked so well, though even they would commonly suffer by no and coaxed so much, and told how much good exposure incident to their attendance. There he would do when he became a minister, that is no such poison in wet and cold, as many love we at last consented. John came home in to suppose; and if we were not so self-indulgent, vacation, and brought several heaps of books. so ready to shrink from the rough moods of Her chief happiness seemed to be in reading the nature, we should have clearer minds and books he brought, and tending the flowers he stronger bodies. The worst and most danger- had planted. After some time, I saw with ous poison is confinement, and the pent air many a heart-ache that her forehead and ears that simmers all the day in heated rooms, grew pale, very pale, while the red on her unchanged.”
cheeks grew deeper and brighter. She began to have a slight cough, and her clear voice be
came faint and low; but, oh! how sweet it THE YOUNGEST.
sounded when she took some of the last flowers
of autumn, and told me how they spoke of a " I rocked her in her cradle,
heavenly Father's love, and that he who thus She was the youngest --oh! what fireside circle cared for the flowers would surely care for us. Hath never felt the charm of that sweet word
* See, dear mother,' she would say, 'how careThe youngest ne'er grow old!"
fully the little flower is protected by its clasping It was twilight, and I sat watching the decay- leaves, so that it has braved the storm, as tender ing embers, when my attention was arrested by and delicate as it looks. God bas taken care the sound of voices in the adjoining apartment of it, and he will take care of you, and her' I heard nothing except, “Ah! you are the voice faltered when she added, even if you youngest !" in a tone of mingled reproach and were left alone. It was the first time she had fondness. The youngest! what an echo has it spoken of what I feared, yet dared not whisper awakened!
even to myself. I wept bitterly, and told her, I lately heard those words connected with a
selfish that I was, for I saw that this dark world touching tale of truth, which I shall not soon was as a prison to her, that she must not die. forget. "I was riding along the bank of a lake, And then she put her arms around my neck, when I suddenly came upon a farm-house, with and talked to me of heaven, and how sweet it nothing in its first appearance to distinguish it would be to be there with Agnes and Mary and from an ordinary dwelling. But as I drew her little brother, and how soon I, too, should nearer, I saw that the hand of taste had been be there with them, till I wept no more, and there. The most delicate wild flowers of the only longed to go with my blessed child. surrounding hills and forests had been trans- “We still thought she might live many planted to the garden, which sloped gradually months, and she talked cheerfully of the happifrom the house to the water's edge. The colours ness she would enjoy when John came home and shades were arranged with a painter's in his winter's vacation. But all at once she taste, and the effect was surpassingly beautiful. grew very sick; and the doctor said she could By the doors and windows of the humble not live three days. I told her the heavy tidings, mansion, the sweet brier and the pure white for her poor father was broken down with this rose mingled their delicate blossoms with wild last trouble, and could not speak of it. 'So
creeping plants, which had been trained up the soon!' said she; but after a moment's pause, she sides of the house. My curiosity was strongly added, clasping her thin hands, and looking upexcited. The day was warm and sultry, and I wards, " Thy will be done!' But, John-you ventured to claim a stranger's privilege-rest must send for him.' I told her he was so far and a glass of water. An elderly female was off it would be more than a week before we the only occupant. I ventured to remark, in could get him here. "No matter for that; dear, an inquiring tone, on the beauty and arrange- dear mother, do send for him.' We sent, and ment of the flowers; but for a while tears were every day she grew weaker and her breath grew my only answer. “Oh," said she at last, “it is fainter. But how sweetly even then did she the work of my daughter who sleeps by the side talk of heaven and of a Saviour's love! Almost of her two sisters under the shade of those old every hour she would ask, ‘Has John come yet!" elms. She was my youngest, and so good and At length the seventh day came. It was the gentle that it was hard parting with her. Her Sabbath, and one of the brightest of early winter elder sisters had drooped and wasted just as mornings. She roused from a deep lethargy, they arrived at womanhood. I thought perhaps which we had thought would prove her last they had worked too hard, for we have always sleep, and asked me to give her a rose-bud from earned onr bread by the sweat of our brow, and the bush which stands there in that window. never knew what it was to be idle. Janet was Just then we heard the sound of a horse's hoofs: the last, so we put no tasks upon her, but suf- he had come ! But I cannot tell you of their fered her to work or play, just as she pleased. meeting. My eyes were too blinded with tears Our boys were all well to do in the world, and to see it, and my heart too full to remember! had good farms of their own, except John, who much. I only remember that in a few moments
GOOD FRIDAY IN PERU.
she showed him the rose-bud, and told him her still kept up, and all the efforts of enlightened priests llot was like that of the flower. But he told her to suppress them have been frustrated by the tenacity no; the flower perished, but she would bloom and threats of the Indians. Dr. Tschudi gives an again in heaven, where nothing is ever blighted extraordinary description of the celebration of Good
“From an early dawn,” he says, or withered more. She thanked him fervently, church is crammed with Indians, who pass the mornand in the clear musical voice of her brightest ing in fasting and prayer. At two in the afternoon a days, for all his love to her—for his patient large image of the Saviour is brought out of the teaching—for instructing her to see a Father's sacristy and laid down near the altar, which is veiled. hand in the trees and flowers, in the sunshine rush forward and strive to touch the wounds with
No sooner does this occur than the whole congregation and the storm. “And more than all, my brother, scraps of cotton, and then ensues a screaming, crowd. I bless you for pointing me to a Saviour's love ing, fighting, only to be equalled by the uproar at an —for leading my wandering, exiled soul to Cal- ill-conducted fair, until the priests at last succeed in vary. I shall now soon be with him. Kneel, restoring order. The figure of the Saviour is now my brother, and commend my departing souí attached to the cross with three very large silver nails, to him.' We all knelt by the bed-side, and my either side are the crosses of the two thieves. The
and a rich silver crown is placed upon its head; on poor boy, with her thin, wasted hand clasped in Indians gaze their fill and leave the church, but rehis, in a few broken petitions implored the turn thither at eight in the evening. The edifice is blessed Saviour to be with her where the love then brilliantly illuminated, and at the foot of the of earthly friends could avail nothing-in her cross stand, wrapped in white robes, four priests, the passage through the dark valley. When we
santos rarones, or holy men, whose office is to take
down the body of the Saviour. A short distance off, rose, her eyes were closed, and a sweet smile
upon a stage or scaffolding, stands the Virgin Mary, played upon her lips. We thought she slept, in deep mourning, and with a white cloth around her but it was the sleep of death. She had gone head. In a long discourse a priest explains the scene to heaven!”_ Christian Parlour Mayazine. to the congregation, and, at the close of his sermon,
turning to the santos varones, he says, 'Ye holy men, mount
the ladders of the croes, and bring down the THE BOY'S LAST BEQUEST.
body of the dead Saviour!! Two of the priests
ascend with hammers, and the preacher continues, HALF RAISED upon the dying couch, his hand 'Thou holy man on the right side of the Saviour, Drooped on his mother's bosom, like a bud
strike the first blow upon the nail in the hand, and Which, broken from its parent stalk, adheres
take it out!'. The hammer falls, and the sound of
the blow is the signal for the cry of Misericordia! By some attenuated fibre. His thin hand
Misericordia! repeated by thousands of voices in From 'neath the downy pillow drew a book,
tones of anguish so heart-rending, as to produce a And slowly pressed it to his bloodless lips:
strangely painful impression upon the hearer. The ** Mother, dear mother, see your birth-day gift,
nail is handed to a priest at the foot of the cross, to Fresh and unsoiled. Yet have I kept your word,
be taken to the Virgin Mary, still standing upon her And ere I slept each night, and every morn,
scaffold. To her the preacher now addressed himself
with the words, “Thou afficted mother, approach and Did read its pages, with my simple prayer,
receive the nail that pierced the right hand of thy Until this sickness came.”
blessed Son!' And as the priest drew near to the
image of the Virgin, the latter, moved by a secret He paused, for breath
mechanism, advances to meet him, receives the pail Came scantily, and with toilsome strife.
in both hands, places it in a silver bowl, dries its eyes, Brother or sister have I none, or else
and returns to its place. These movements are rei'd lay this Bible on their heart, and say,
peated when the two other nails and the crown are
brought down. The whole scene has for accompaniCome read it on my grave, among the flowers. ment the unintermitting howling and sobbing of the So you who gave must take it back again,
Indians, which redoubled at each stroke of the hamAnd love it for my sake."
mer, and reaches its apogee when the body is delivered
to the Virgin, who then again begins to weep vio“My son! My son!”
lently. The image of Christ is then laid in a cofin Whispered the mourner in that tender tone
adorned with flowers, and is carried by torch-light Which woman in her sternest agony
through every street in the town. Whilst the pro
cession makes its circuit, the Indians erect twelve Commands, to soothe the pany of those she loves. arches of flowersin front of the church door, placing “ The soul! the soul: to whose charge yield you that?" between each two of them a carpet of the like ma“To God who gave it.” So that gentle soul, terials, the simplest and most beautiful that it is With a slight shudder, and a seraph smile,
possible to see. Each carpet is manufactured by two
Indians, neither of whom seems to trouble himself Left the pale clay for its Creator's arm.
about the proceedings of his comrade; but yet, with S. S. M.
incredible rapidity, and a wonderful harmony of operation, the most tasteful designs grow under their
hands in rich variety of colours. Arabesques, landGOOD FRIDAY IN PERU.
scapes, and animals appear as if by magic. It was The dramatic representations of scenes in the life of highly interesting to me to observe in Tarma, upon
one of these carpets, an cxact representation of the Christ, introduced by the Spanish monks who accom- Austrian double eagle, as the Indians had seen it on panied Pizarro, with a view to the easier conversion the quicksilver jars from Idra. When the procession of the aborigines, have long been discontinued in the returns, the Virgin Mary is carried back into the larger Peruvian cities. But in the Sierra they are church through the arches of flowers."—Blackwood.
which they sow, although of the best quality, even of WORDS FOR MINISTERS.
heavenly origin, is not steeped in prayer. To the Make up your minds deliberately, if you mean to be want of scrupulously attending to this practice, may faithful, to lead a life wherein hardy and venturous be traced that barrenness of our favoured land. Let, faith will be daily tested by calls to unflinching self-then, the spiritual husbandman in future be more denial. Your one work is to win souls to Christ; not diligent in his attention to that important duty, and to produce a certain general decency and amendment then may he hope to see the vineyard committed to in the face of society around you, but as God's instru- his care abounding in all the fruits of righteousness. ment, and through the power of Christ's name, to -Flavel's Husbandry. work in living souls the mighty marvel of their true conversion. How painfully soever be the thoughts which it excites, never lose sight of this truth, that
DAVID, THE MAN AFTER GOD'S OWN your ministry has failed as to every soul entrusted to you, who is not under it converted to the Lord, or
HEART. built up in his holy faith. And such a work must be
A few remarks may be useful upon the character of full of toil and self-denial. The strong man armed will not allow you to spoil his house, and be free the David, especially upon that expression used respectwhile from molestation. And he is' ever ready with ing
him, that he was “a man after God's own heart. ** his assaults and craft; unless you slumber he will not describing his character and conduct, in opposition to
(1 Sam. xii. 14.) These words may he considered as seem to sleep. Reckon, then, first on opposition. that of Saul; as one who should act wisely, and obey And then, secondly, remember that in all this you will have a real work to do. Let this thought he prophets;
whom, therefore, God would so far approve
the commandments of God delivered to him by his always with you. not because you ought to spend so much time in and continue to favour. Thus the expression is invisiting your people, but because they have souls; and terpreted by Paul in Acts xiii. 22: "I have found you have committed to you (feeble as you are) the task David, the son of Jesse, a man after mine
own heart, of seeking to save them, in Christ's strength, from ever
which shall execute all my will." By faithfully lasting burnings. Be real with them, strike as one
executing God's orders, and bringing to pass those that would make a dent upon their shield of hardness, great events which he was raised up to be the instruyea, and smite through it to their heart of hearts.
ment of accomplishing, he thus far acted according to When you preach be real. Set your people before the heart, that is, the purpose and will of God; you in their numbers, their wants, their dangers, thereby in this respect he was well pleasing to him. their capacities; choose a subject, not to show your: David to the throne, appear to have been-1. That,
The particular purposes for which God advanced self off, but to benefit them; and then speak straight by his steady adherence to the one true God and the to them, as you would beg your life, or counsel your son, or call your dearest friend from a burning house religion which the Lord established by Moses, David -in plain, strong, earnest words.
might be an illustrious example to all who should reign after him. 2. To save the people out of the
hands of the Philistines, and of all their enemies, and I am tormented with the desire of preaching better to render them a flourishing and happy nation, by than I can. But I have no wish to make fine, pretty the wisdom and justice of his government. All the
Prettiness is well enough when prettiness pleasure of God in these great instances he faithfully is in its place. I like to see a pretty child, a pretty performed. He was therefore “a man after God's flower; but in a sermon, prettiness is out of place. own heart,” in the proper original sense of the exTo my ear it would be any thing but commendation, pression. ahould it be said to me, “You have given us a pretty But a more enlarged view may be taken. When sermon." If I were upon trial for my life, and my we consider the depth of his contrition, the strength advocate should amuse the jury with his tropes and of his faith, the fervour of his love, the activity of figures, burying his argument beneath a profusion of his obedience, we cannot doubt that in this sense he the flowers of rhetoric, I would say to him,-“ Tut, found favour with God, and was “a man after his man, you care more for your vanity than for my
own heart.” hanging. Put yourself in my place-speak in view
David's whole character and conduct, with the sad of the gallows, and you will tell your story plainly exception which he himself bemoaned with the and earnestly.” I have no objection to a lady's deepest and most penitential sorrow, is one in which winding a sword with ribands, and studding it with the mind dwells with the highest admiration. The roses, when she presents it to her hero lover ; but in piety of his youth; the nobleness of his spirit; the the day of battle he will tear away the ornaments, loftiness and variety of his genius; his valour, conand use a naked edge to the enemy.--Robert Hall. spicuous in an age of great warriors; his kindness of
heart and domestic tenderness; his justice as a ruler; There was a husbandman that always sowed good his appropriate magnificence as a king; above all, seed, but never had good corn. At last a neighbour his inflexible adherence to the true worship of God; came to him and said, "I will tell you what probably all these characteristics are strikingly developed. may be the cause of it. It may be,” said he, "you His latter days were clouded and troubled; which do not steep your seed!" "No, truly," replied the shows the impartiality of God, and his hatred of sin, other; "nor did I ever hear that seed must be steep- and the punishment of it in believers. Though ed.” “ Yes, surely,” said his neighbour, "and I will David's sin was forgiven as to its eternal consetell you how: it must be steeped in prayer.” When quences, it was followed with most severe chastisethe party heard this, he thanked him for his counsel, ments in this life. reformed his fault, and had as good corn as other With reference to the lamentable fall of David, persons.
there are several points worthy of observation-his May not this little anecdote afford a useful hint to deep sorrow and anguish of heart on aocount of his those whose office it is to sow the good seed of the sin; his unreserved confession of his guilt; his deep divine word! Too frequently it is found that but very humiliation before God and man; his respect for his little good fruit is produced within the limits of their reprover, whom he continued to honour and confide exertions. What can be the cause? Alas! the seed in as long as he lived; and the resignation of his