not the house but the throne of God, in company, in ord join in the symphonies of heavenly voices, and lose ours amidst the splendours and fruitions of the beatific vision! To that state, all the pious on earth are tending; there is a law, from whose operations none are exempt, v irresistibly conveys their bodies to darkness and to dust, is another, not less certain or less powerful, which con their spirits to the abodes of bliss, to the bosom of their and their God. The wheels of nature are not made to backward; every thing presses on towards eternity: from birth of time an impetuous current has set in, which bear the sons of men towards that interminable ocean.. Mean heaven is attracting to itself whatever is congenial to its na is enriching itself by the spoils of earth, and collecting v its capacious bosom whatever is pure, permanent and di leaving nothing for the last fire to consume but the object the slaves of concupiscence: while every thing which has prepared and beautified, shall be gathered and selected the ruins of the world, to adorn that eternal city which no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it, fo glory of God doth enlighten it, and the Lamb is the light of. Let us obey the voice that calls us thither; let us see things that are above, and no longer cleave to a world must shortly perish, and which we must shortly quit, whi neglect to prepare for that in which we are invited to dwel ever. Let us follow in the track of those holy men, who taught us by their voice and encouraged us by their exa that laying aside every weight and the sin that most easily us, we may run with patience the race that is set before While every thing within us and around us, reminds us o approach of death and concurs to teach us, that this is not rest; let us hasten our preparations for another world, earnestly implore that grace which alone can put an er that fatal war, which our desires have too long waged with destiny. When these move in the same direction, and which the will of heaven renders unavoidable, shall becom choice, all things will be ours, life will be divested of it tiety and death of its terrors. Extract from Rev. Dr. HARDIE's Sermon on the Resurre Edinburgh, 1785. Twice had the sun gone down upon the earth, and all a the Son of God. Still and silent, the hours passed on, the guards stood at their post, the rays of the midnight moon gleamed on their helmets and on their spears. The enemies of Christ exulted in their success, the hearts of his friends were sunk in despondency, the spirits of glory waited in anxious suspense to behold the event, and wondered at the depth of the ways of God. At length, the morning star, arising in the east, announced the approach of light. The third day began to dawn upon the world, when on a sudden, the earth trembled to its centre, and the powers of heaven were shaken, an angel of God descended. the guards shrunk back from the terror of his presence and fell prostrate on the ground. "His countenance was like light ning and his raiment white as snow." He rolled away stone from the door of the sepulchre and sat upon it. But who is this that cometh forth from the tomb, with dyed garments from the bed of death? He that is glorious in his appearance, walking in the greatness of his strength? It is thy prince, 0 Zion! Christian, it is your Lord! He hath trodden the wine press alone, he hath stained his raiment with blood, but now, as the first born from the womb of nature, he meets the morn ing of his resurrection. He arises a conqueror from the grave, he returns with blessings from the world of spirits, he brings salvation to the son of men. Never did the returning sun usher in a day so glorious. It was the jubilee of the Universe, The morning stars sung together, and all the sons of God shouted aloud for joy. The Father of mercies looked down from his throne in the heavens, with complacency he beheld his world restored, he saw his work that it was good. Then did the desart rejoice, the face of nature was gladdened before him, when the blessings of the Eternal descended as the dews of heaven, for the refreshing of the nations. The Spanish Lady's Farewell.-BETHAM, Manuel, I do not shed a tear Our parting to delay; I dare not listen to my fear, I dare not bid thee stay. The heart may shrink, the spirit fail, But Spaniards must be free, And pride and duty shall prevail O'er all my love for thee. THE LIFE-BOAT.-Moore. Tis sweet to behold, when the billows are sleeping, Yet who would not turn with fonder emotion, Oh! grant that of those who in life's sunny slumber, THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.-Moore. Yes, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene 1 was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, was that friends, the belov'd of my bosom were near, ho made each dear scene of enchantment more dear; nd who felt how the blest charms of nature improve, hen we see them reflected from looks that we love. veet vale of Ovoca! how calm could I rest thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best; hen the storms which we feel in this cold world shall cease, d our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. THE BEACON.-James. The scene was more beautiful far to my eye The murmur rose soft as I silently gaz'd, No longer the joy of the sailor boy's breast One moment I look'd from the hill's gentle slope; The time is long past, and the scene is afar, O then may the seraph of The Wind passeth over it and it is gone. I saw a dew-drop, cool and clear, Fair colours decked the lucid tear High on a slender, polished stem, Of healthy morning dew: Fairer than morning's early tear WASHINGTON's MONUMENT. For him, who sought his country's good Rear the monument of Fame; For him, who when the war was done, |