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Now came, with question and answer, the catechism. In the

beginning Answered the children with troubled and faltering voice, but the

old man's Glances of kindness encouraged them soon, and the doctrines

eternal Flowed, like the waters of fountains, so clear from lips unpolluted. Friendly the Teacher stood, like an angel of light there among And to the children explained he the Holy, the Highest, in few

words, Thorough, yet simple and clear; for sublimity always is simple,Both in sermon and song, a child can seize on its meaning. Even as the green-growing bud is unfolded when Spring-tide


by leaf is developed, and, warmed by the radiant sunshine, Blushes with purple and gold, till at last the perfected blossom Opens its odorous chalice, and rocks with its crown in the breezesSo was unfolded here the Christian lore of salyation Line by line from the soul of childhood. The fathers and mothers Stood behind them in tears, and were glad at each well-worded


still ye

Then went the old man up to the altar;-—and preached in eloquent

tones. “This is the faith of the Fathers, the faith the Apostles delivered ; This is, moreover, the faith whereunto I baptized you, while Lay on your mother's breasts, and nearer the portals of heaven. Slumbering received you then the Holy Church in its bosom; Wakened from sleep are ye now, and the light, in its radiant

splendour, Rains from the heaven downward ;-to-day on the threshold of

childhood Kindly she frees you again, to examine and make your election, For she knows nought of compulsion, and only conviction desiréth. This is the hour of your trial, the turning point of existence, Seed for the coming days; without revocation departeth Now from your lips the confession: bethink ye, before ye

make answer! Think not, O think not with guile to deceive the great Searcher of

Hearts. Sharp is his eye to-day, and a curse ever rests upon falsehood. Enter not with a lie on Life's journey ; the multitude hears you, Brothers and sisters and parents, what dear upon earth is and holy Standeth before your sight as a witness; the Judge everlasting Looks from the sun down upon you; and angels in waiting

beside him Grave your confession in letters of fire, upon tablets eternal. Will ye promise me here, (a holy promise!) to cherish God more than all things earthly, and every man as a brother? Will ye promise me here, to confirm your faith by your living, Th' heavenly faith of affection! to hope, to forgive, and to suffer

Be what it may your condition-and walk before God in uprightness ? Will ye promise me this before God and man?” –With a clear voice Answered the young men, Yes! and Yes! with lips softly-breathing Answered the maidens all. Then dissolved from the brow of the

Teacher Clouds with the thunders therein, and he spake on in Accents more

gentleSoft as the evening's breath, as harps by Babylon's rivers. “Hail, then, hail to you all! To the heirdom of heaven be ye

welcome! Children no more from this day, but by covenant brothers and sisters! Yet-for what reason not children? Of such is the kingdom of heaven. Here upon earth an assemblage of children, in heaven one Father, Ruling them as his own household — forgiving in turn and

chastising, This is of human life a picture, as Scripture has taught us. Blessed are the pure before God! Upon purity and upon virtue Resteth the Christian faith; she herself from on high is descended. Strong as a man, and pure as a child, is the sum of the doctrine Which the Saviour delivered, and on the cross suffered and died for. 0! as ye wander this day from childhood's sacred asylum Downward and ever downward, and deeper in Age's chill valley, O! how soon will ye come,—too soon !—and long

to turn backward Up to its hill-tops again, to the sun-illumined; where Judgment Stood like a father before you, and Pardon, clad like a mother, Gave you her hand to kiss, and the loving heart was forgiven: Life was a play, and your hands grasped after the roses of heaven! Seventy years have I lived already; The Father Eternal Gave to me gladness and care; but the loftiest hours of existence, When I have steadfastly gazed in their eyes, I have instantly

known them, Known them all, áll again ;--they were my childhood's acquaintance. Therefore take from henceforth, as guides in the paths of existence, Prayer, with her eyes raised to heaven, and Innocence, bride of

man's childhood. Innocence, child beloved, is a guest from the world of the blessed, Beautiful, and in her hand a lily; on life's, roaring billows Swings she in safety; she heedeth them not, in the ship she is

sleeping. Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto her; she herself knoweth Naught of her glorious attendance; but follows faithful and humble, Follows so long as she may her Friend; O do not reject her, For she cometh from God, and she holdeth the keys of the heavens.Prayer is the friend of Innocence: and gladly Aieth incessant "Twixt the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven. Son of Eternity, fettered in Time, and an exile, the spirit Tugs at its chains evermore, and struggles like flames ever upward. Still he recalls with emotion his Father's manifold mansions ; Thinks of the land of his fathers, where blossomed more freshly the

flowers, Shone a more beautiful sun; and he played with the winged angels.

Then grows the earth too narrow, too close; and home-sick for

heaven Longs the wanderer again ; and the spirit's longings are worship; Worship is called his most beautiful hour, and its tongue is entreaty. Ah! when the infinite burden of life descendeth upon us, Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, in the grave

yard,Then it is good to pray unto God; for his sorrowing children Turns he ne'er from his door; but he heals, and helps, and consoles

them. Yet it is better to pray when all things are prosperous with us, Pray in fortunate days; for life's most beautiful Fortune Kneels down before the Eternal's throne; and with hands inter

folded, Praises, thankful and moved, the only giver of blessings. Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that comes not from

Heaven? Earth declareth God's might, and the firmament uttereth his glory. Races blossoin and die, and stars fall downward from heaven, Downward like withered leaves; at the last stroke of midnight,

millenniums Lay themselves down at his feet; and he sees them, but counts them

as nothing Who shall stand in his presence? The wrath of the Judge is

terrific. Casting the insolent down at a glance. When he speaks in his

anger Hillocks skip like the kid, and mountains leap like the roebuck. Yet,—why are ye afraid, ye children? This awful Avenger Is still a merciful God ! His voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm; but it was in the whispering breezes. Love is the root of creation : God's essence. Worlds without

number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Love is life, but hatred is death. Not father, nor mother Loved you, as God has loved you; for 't was that you may be

happy. Gave he his only Son. When Christ bowed down his head in the

death-hour Solemnized Love its triumph; the sacrifice then was completed. Therefore, child of mortality, love thou the merciful Father; Wish what the Holy One wishes; and not from fear, but affection; Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing: Perfect was before God, and perfect is Love, and Love only. Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest thou likewise thy

brethren; One is the sun in heaven; and one, only one, is love also. Bears not each human figure the godlike stamp on his forehead ? Readest thou not in his face thine origin? Is he not sailing Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is he not guided, By the same stars that guide thee? Why shouldst thou hate then

thy brother?

Hateth he thee, forgive! For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language ;-on earth it is called Forgiveness !
Knowest thou Him, who forgave; who with crown of thorns round

his temples; Earnestly prayed for his foes, for his murderers ? Say, dost thou

know him? Ah! thou confessest his name, so follow likewise his example; Think of thy brother no ill, but throw a veil over his failings; Guide the erring aright; for the good, the heavenly Shepherd Took the lost lamb in his arms, and bore it back to its mother." Weeping, he spake in these words; and now at the beck of the

old man Knee against knee they knitted a wreath round the altar's en

closure. Kneeling, he read then the prayers of the consecration, and softly With him the children read; at the close, with tremulous accents, Asked he the peace of heaven, a benediction upon them. The needful questions he asked: and together answered the

children, “ Yes !” with deep sobs interrupted. Then read he the due

supplications, Read the form of Communion, and in chimed the organ and

anthem. Th’ old man, with trembling hand, and heavenly pearls on his

eyelids, Filled now the chalice and paten, and dealt round the mystical

symbols. 0! then seemed it to me as if God, with the broad eye of mid-day, Clearer looked in at the windows; and all the trees in the church

yard Bowed down their summits of green, and the grass on the graves

'gan to shiver. But in the children (I noted it well; I knew it), there ran a Tremour of holy rapture along through their icy-cold members. Decked like an altar before them, there stood the green earth, and

above it Heaven opened itself, as of old before Stephen; there saw they Radiant in glory, the Father, and on his right hand the Redeemer. Under them hear they the clang of harpstrings; and angels from

gold clouds Beckon to them like brothers, and fan with their pinions of purple. Closed was the Teacher's task; and with heaven in their hearts

and their faces, Up rose the children all; and each bowed him, weeping full sorely, Downward to kiss that reverend hand; but all of them pressed he Moved to his bosom; and laid, with a prayer, his hands full of

blessings, Now on the holy breast, and now on the innocent tresses.

From the Swedish, by LONGFELLOW.-Adap.

SCIENCE AND RELIGION. Undoubtedly the most precious of man's gifts—invaluable and indispensable as they all are—is revealed religion. In comparison with this, the pleasures and the treasures of the world, and even the endowments of his own nature, sink into insignificance, Without religion, he would stand on the earth a forlorn and desolate being, aimless and hopeless. The very faculties which now contribute so largely to his happiness--which invest him, in fact, almost with the attributes of a God-his reason, his imagination, and his habit and power of reflection, would tend to aggravaté his despair. He would behold himself made but to perish, after enduring a life which, in its best aspect, could be regarded only as a burden. Ignorant of his origin, his nature, and his destination, this wise and elevated being would be confounded by his own súperiority, and envy the worm crawling at his feet. Å spectacle more harrowing, or more awful, it would be difficult to conceive. Thought, now so fruitful of enjoyment, would then become torture; a sullen gloom would settle on his mind; and, flying from reflection as from a tormentor, he would, if still tolerating life, sink into a savage state, but little removed from the beasts of the forest.

Religion is thus made one of the most essential conditions of our being; and Nature, to use a philosophical term, has not left it unprovided. Apart from Revelation, the mind itself is impressed, at a very early period of its development, with an intuitive consciousness of a superior Power-a Deity, or a fellowship of Deities, to whom it is subject and accountable. This supplies at once á restraint, a support, and a source of elevation; and so deeply rooted in man's heart is the instinctive conviction of a Presiding Intelligence, that all the inventions of superstition, accumulating through successive ages, till scarcely a vestige of reason or understanding remained, have never completely obscured it. A vague sense of an immortal destiny, and of a supreme, overruling Being, has clung to the benighted mind in the darkest night of its faculties, in its most desperate and degraded state, raising it up from that slough of despond in which it must otherwise have been immersed. Man has thus, under circumstances of the most depressing tendency, become reconciled to his situation, supported in his reverses, comforted in his sorrows, and ennobled in his duties and aspirations.

If such is the effect produced by mere natural religion, it must be immeasurably enlarged by a faith emanating directly from God, and disseminated by Revelation. Enlightened by such a communion, man becomes immediately a new creature, inspired by divine sensibilities. His mysterious origin, hitherto so distracting a problem, is unravelled and explained; his mission is defined, and he receives an assurance of perpetual life. Light streams upon his mind from the Bible, and virtue and self-respect kindle in his heart. His feelings, impulses and passions, so long ungoverned and ungovernable, learn, with but little effort, the sacred

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