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Glanced through his thoughts, what deep and cureless
wound Fate had already given.- Where, man of wo! 20 Where wretched father! is thy boy? Thou callest
His name in vain:-he cannot answer thee.
Loudly the father called upon his child:-
He searched their couch of straw:—with headlong haste 25 Trod round his stinted limits, and, low bent,
Groped darkling on the earth:-no child was there.
Seemed bursting from his ears, and from his eyes 30 Fire fláshed,-he strained with arm extended far,
And fingers widely spread, greedy to touch
And strains, and snatches,—and with dreadful cries 35 Calls on his boy. Mad frènzy fires him now:
He plants against the wall his feet;—his chain
And, like a desert lion in the snare
But see! the ground is opening :a blue light
But by its lustre, on the earth outstretched,
And o'er his face serene a darken'd line
The father saw,-
And with a look that never wandered, gazed
Silent and pale
The ground lifts like a sēa:-he knows it nót:
The strong walls grind and gāpe:the vaulted roof 60 Takes shapes like bubble tossing in the wind:
See! he looks up and smiles;- for death to him
It will be given. Look! how the rolling ground, 65 At every swell, nearer and still more near
Moves towards the father's outstretched arm his boy :-
Ha! see! he has him now!-he clasps him round70 Kisses his face;—puts back the curling locks,
That shaded his fine brow:-looks in his eyes-
To lie when sleeping-and resigned awaits 75 Undreaded death.
And death came soon, and swift,
The huge pile sunk down at once Into the opening earth. (..) Walls—arches-roof80 And deep foundation stones—all .. mingling .. fell!
The Orphan Boy.-Mrs. OPIE.
1 Stay, lady-stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale:
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale!
brave father's hope and joy:
And I am now an orphan boy!
When news of Nelson's victory came,
To see the lighted windows flame!
She could not bear to see my joy!
And made me a poor orphan boy!
My mother, shuddering, closed her ears;
My mother answered with her tears!
Cried I, “ while others shout for joy!”
She called me her poor orphan boy! 4. “What is an orphan boy?” I said;
When suddenly she gasped for breath,
But, ah! her eyes were closed in death!
But now no more a parent's joy;
What 'tis to be an orphan boy.
Christian Consolation.-ANONYMOUS [The annexed feeling, and beautiful lines are said to have been writ. ten by a young English lady, who had experienced much affliction.] 1 Jesus—I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
God and heaven are all my own!
Come disaster, scorn, and pain;
With thy favor, loss is gain;
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather
All must work for good to me!
Rise o'er sin, azd fear, and care;
Something still to do or bear!
Think what heavenly bliss is thine;
Child of Heaven-canst thou repine? 4 Haste thee on, from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and wing'd by prayer-
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Cruelty to Animals.-CowPER.
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. 5 An inadvertent step may crush the snail,
That crawls at evening in the public path;
The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight, 10 And charg'd perhaps with venom, that intrudes
A visiter unwelcome into scenes
A necessary act incurs no blame.
And guiltless of offence they range the air,
There they are privileg'd. And he that hurts
Or harms them ihere, is guilty of a wrong; 20 Disturbs the economy of nature's realm,
Who when she formd, design'd them an abode.
Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs.
As free to live and to enjoy that life,
Ye, therefore, who love mercy, teach your sons 30 To love it too. The spring time of our years
Is soon dishonor'd and defil'd, in most,
If unrestrain'd, into luxuriant growth, 35 Than cruelty, most devilish of them all.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule
And he that shows none, being ripe in years, 40 And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn.
Christianity.--Mason. The cardinal fact of Christianity, without which all her other facts lose their importance, is the resurrection, from the dead, of a crucified Saviour, as the prelude,
the pattern, and the pledge of the resurrection of his 5 followers to eternal life. Against this great fact the
“ children of disobedience," have levelled their batteries. One assails its proof; another its reasonableness; all, its truth. When Paul asserted it before an audience of Athenian philosophers,
-a short 10 method of refuting the Gospel; and likely, from its convenience, to continue in favor and in fashion.
Yet with such doctrines and facts did the religion of Jesus make her way through the world.