O joy that in our embers Is something that doth live, What was so fugitive! The thoughts of our past years in me doth breed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast,— The song of thanks and praise; Of sense and outward things, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, Those shadowy recollections, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, 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, Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And O, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; LXXI. — THE BIBLE. TUDY how to be wise; and in all your gettings get understanding. 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 heart, and consecrates its character in "Shrines Such as the keen tooth of time can never touch." 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, A change of feature or a shaded smile, 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 SHERIDAN 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 denomination. 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 Gĕs'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? It matters not to keep it from thee now : GES. What he so famed 'bove all his countrymen For guiding o'er the stormy lake the boat? And such a master of his bow, 't is said His arrows never miss! Indeed, I'll take Exquisite vengeance! Mark! I'll spare thy life, Thy boy's too, both of you are free, on one Condition. TELL. Name it. GES. I would see you make A trial of your skill with that same bow You shoot so well with. TELL. Name the trial you Would have me make. GES. You look upon your boy As though instinctively you guessed it. TELL. Look upon my boy! What mean you? Look My boy as though I guessed it, guessed the trial upon No, no, TELL. No! - I'll send the arrow through the core! TELL. Great Heaven, you hear him! GES. Thou dost hear the choice I give, - Or death to both of you; not otherwise (GESLER signs to his officers, who proceed to take off TELL's chains. TELL all the time unconscious what they do.) TELL. With his own hand! Murder his child with his own hand, - this hand, The hand I've led him, when an infant, by! 'T is beyond horror, 't is most horrible! Amazement ! (His chains fall off.) What's that you've done to me. |