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O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
What was so fugitive !
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise ;
Blank misgivings of a creature
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing,
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal silence; truths that awake,
To perish never,
Nor man nor boy,
Hence in a season of calm weather,
Though inland far we be,
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And O, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves,
TUDY how to be wise; and in all your gettings get un
derstanding. And especially would I urge upon your soul-wrapt attention that Book upon which all feelings, all opinions, are concentrated; which enlightens the judgment, while it enlists the sentiments, and soothes the imagination in songs upon the harp of the "sweet songster of Israel." The Book which gives you a faithful insight into your beart, and consecrates its character in
Would you know the effect of that Book upon the heart ? It purifies its thoughts and sanctifies its joys; it nerves and strengthens it for sorrow and the mishaps of life; and when these shall have ended, and the twilight of death is spreading its dew-damp upon the wasting features, it pours upon the last glad throb the bright and streaming light of Eternity's morning. O, have you ever stood beside the couch of a dying saint, when
“ Without a sigh,
Went home” ?
Then you have seen the deep, the penetrating influence of this Book
Would you know its name? It is the Book of books, - its author, God, — its theme, Heaven, Eternity. The Bible! Read it, search it. Let it be first upon the shelves of your library, and first in the affections of your heart. "Search the Scriptures, for in them ye think ye have eternal life; and they are they which testify of me." O, if there is sublimity in the contemplation of God, - if there is grandeur in the display of eternity, — if there is anything ennobling and purifying in the revelation of man's salvation, search the Scriptures, for they are they which testify of these things!
JAMES SAERIDAN KNOWLES was born in Cork, Ireland, in 1784; and died in 1862. He was the author of “The Hunchback,'
.” “Virginius,” “William Tell,” “The Wife,” and several other plays, some of which have been highly successful. He was originally an actor and teacher of elocution, but in his latter years he was a zealous and eloquent preacher of the Baptist denoinination.
The following extract is from “ William Tell," a play founded on the leading incidents in the life of the Swiss patriot of that name. Gesler (pronounced Gěs'ler) is the Austrian governor of Switzerland, and Sarnem one of his officers.
WILLIAM TELL, ALBERT, and GESLER
GESLER. What is thy name ?
TELL. My name ?
GES. Tell, — William Tell !
GES. What! he so famed 'bove all his countrymen
TELL. Name it.
Ges. I would see you make
TELL. Name the trial you
GES. You look upon your boy
Tell. Look upon my boy! What mean you ? Look upon My boy as though I guessed it, - guessed the trial
You'd have me make, guessed it
GES. I would see
TELL. Is my boy to hold it ?
GES. Thou dost hear the choice I give, -
TELL. O monster !
TELL. Ferocious monster ! — make
GES. Take off
TELL. With his own hand !
Tell all the time unconscious what they do.)