And now in the twilight, with silence

profound,

Appeal to thy soul-there reason is crowned;

Are the worlds which we see the work

of a God?

Lo, the stars and the universe come like a flood

To answer thy query, "Yes! the work of a God!"

Not only is God the Author of all Which we meet in our walk o'er this circling ball;

In the leaf on the plain, on mountain or

stream,

Where science has trod, by fountain or

sheen,

His infinite mind and purpose is seen.

In the Storm.

(Written in a storm on a passage from Havre to New York, in the steamer Fulton, August 21, 1856.)

EGYPT'S night is on the flood;

The sun beyond the liquid hill; The sea as restless as when God Commanded its proud waves, "Be still!"

'Tis night upon the briny heath;

The winds are driving through the

foam;

Our ship is trembling in the breath
Of Him "who rides upon the storm."

No light upon our briny path;

Hark! Hear the crash!-Father, stay! The storm has summoned all its wrath, And hurled its forces in our way.

There's terror in the blinding shock; The distant worlds withhold their

light;

The winds, the sea, and thunders mock The trust we have in God to-night.

Why fear the tempests or the floods, When God with power directs them

all?

Will He forget His promised words,Yet note with care the raven's call?

Time and Purpose.

TIME and purpose are the underlying laws of the universe. They rank and subordinate the physical forces of immensity. God's purpose in these underlying laws is as clearly defined in a grain of sand or a leaf, as it is in the life of the sun, or the light of the stars.

The Eye.

THE human eye does little more than to locate an object; while the mind does the seeing. In other words: vision is chiefly a function of reason.

Conjugal Love.

CONJUGAL love is a consuming desire, to blend inseparably the life and being of another, with that of one's own; and this is law Divine underlying nature.

Night for Rest.

NATURE purposed man to rest, in the arms of night. To pervert nature is to abridge life, and multiply sorrow. God made the law; but the choice is of man.

Flimsy Honor.

THEY who have the least honor, are first, to resent the question as to its scope, and footing.

Exploration.

For the last half century there seems to have been a wild desire to break into the secret archives of the great northern refrigerator, regardless of cost or consequences. We respect the pluck, and question the motive.

Dissipation.

DISSIPATION is a fatal type of insanity; the sordid lust for gold is another; and prodigality is still another.