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her stool at the window wi' her coggie,' and simple spirit-at opce Lowland ready to do any service at a look, and and Highland - to us a pleasant supping little or nothing, out of bash- union, not without a certain charm of fulness in presence of Christopher grace. North, who she believes is a good, What loose leaves are these lying and thinks may, perhaps, be some on the Bible? A few odd numbers of great man. Our third bannock has the Scottish ChrisTIAN HERALD. had the gooseberry jam laid on it thick We shall take care, our friends, that by “ the gude-wife's ain haun',”—and all the Numbers for 1836 and 1837, we suspect at that last wide bite we bound in two large volumes, shall, ere have smeared the corners of our mouth many weeks elapse, be lying for you

-but it will only be making matters at the Manse. The excellent editor worse to attempt licking it off with is a friend of ours-- and henceforth our tongue. Pussie ! thou hast a you shall be subscribers to the work. cunning look-purring on our knee- Well entitled is he to say _“ Literaand though those glass een o' thine ture, science, subjects of general inte. are blinking at the cream on the saucer rest, philanthropic and benevolent

- with which thou jalousest we intend schemes, all viewed under a purely to let thee wet thy whiskers,—we fear religious aspect, and mingled with thou mak'st no bones of the poor birde discussions upon the evidences, and ies in the brake, and that many an doctrines, and duties of our most holy unlucky leveret has lost its wits at the faith, have imparted to our pages a rich spring of such a tiger. Cats are queer and varied interest which has gained creatures, and have an instinctive lik- access for this little work to many a ing to Warlocks.

Christian home, and, we have reason And these two old people have sure to believe, to many a Christian heart." vived all their children - sons and The circulation of this cheap Christ. daughters! Last night they told us ian periodical - sixteen double-cothe story of their life-and they told lumned beautifully printed royal ocit as calmly as if they had been telling tavo pages, for three-halfpence-is of the trials of some other pair. Per- very great--some tens of thousands haps, in our sympathy, though we and it has often made us happy to see said but little, they felt a strength that it in solitary places. It is adapted was not always theirs-perhaps it was for perusal on week.days as well as a relief from silent sorrow to speak to Sabbath-for there is a permitted difone who was a stranger to them, and ference in the rest that the labourer yet, as they might think, a brother in enjoys after work from that which affliction-but the evening prayer as.. ought to pervade all the hours of the sured us that there is in this hut a seventh day. The names of upwards Christian composure, far beyond the of a hundred contributors are found need of our pity, and sent from a re- among our clergy-the sermons and gion far beyond the stars...

discourses would fill several volumes There cannot be a cleaner cottage. printed in the usual form-so would Tidiness, it is pleasant to know, has original papers on subjects belonging for a good many years past been to the moral or social nature of man ; establishing itself in Scotland among and the extracts, which occupy but the minor domestic virtues. Once a limited portion of its pages, are established it will never decay, for it se'ected with judgment from a wide must be felt to brighten more than range of knowledge. Let us read could be imagined by our fathers, the aloud to you, our worthy friends, a small whole aspect of life. No need for sacred Poem, which we have by heart. any other household fairy to sweep Christian, keep your eye on the page, this floor. An orderly creature we and if we go wrong do not fear to set have seen she is, from all her move- us right. Have you many psalms and ments out and in doors-though the hymns by heart? But we need not guest of but a night. They told us ask-for that they had known what are called better days--and were once in a

“ Piety is sweet to infant minds," thriving way of business in a town. what they love they remember-and But they were born and bred in the then how easy -- how happy to get country; and their manners, not rus- things by heart ! Happiest of all-the tic but rural, breathe of its serene things held lioly on earth as in heaven

because appertaining here to Eter. Sweeter, than when Araby nal Life.

Perfume breathes from flow'r and tree,

Rising 'bove the shining sphere, TO THE SCOTTISH CHRISTIAN HERALD.

To Jehovah's list’ning ear." BY THE REV. DUNCAN GRANT, A.M., You have heard of Mungo Park, MINISTER OF FORRES.

we daresay, Christian? What! Your

mother says he was a cousin of hers “ Beauteous on our beath-clad mountains,

—and that she was born in the Forest May our HERALD's feet appear; Sweet, by silver lakes and fountains,

- the Forest of Ettrick—and that she May his voice be to our ear.

knew the Shepherd ! These verses Let the tenants of our rocks,

here we remember having read two Shepherds watching o'er their flocks, years ago—and we shall now refresh Village swain and peasant boy,

our memory by a perusal aloud. Stand Thee salute with songs of joy!

between our knees, child, and hold the

paper well up. 6. Christian Herald! spread the story

Of Redemption's wond’rous plan ; ON MUNGO PARK'S FINDING A TUFT OF 'Tis Jelovah's brightest glory,

GREEN MOSS IN THE AFRICAN DESERT. 'Tis his highest gift to man ; Angels on their harps of gold,

" The sun had reached his mid-day height, Love its glories to unfold ;

And poured down floods of burning light Jeralds who its influence wield,

On Afric's barren land; Make the waste a fruitful field.

No cloudy veil obscured the sky,

And the hot breeze that struggled by “ To the fount of mercy soaring,

Was filled with glowing sand.
On the wings of faith and love;
And the depths of grace exploring,

“No mighty rock upreared its head By the light shed from above;

To bless the wanderer with its shade
Show us whence life's waters flow,

In all the weary plain ;
And where trees of blessing grow, No palm-trees with refreshing green
Bearing fruit of heavenly bloom,

To glad the dazzled eye were seen,
Breathing Eden's rich perfume.

But one wide sandy main

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Through bursting tears of joy he smiled, Who, in this atmosphere of death,
And while he raised the tendril wild Hath given it life, and form, and breath,
His lips o'erflowed with praise.

And brilliant hues of heaven,

“Oh, shall not He who keeps thee green, “Our drooping faith, revived by sight, Here in the waste, unknown, unseen Anew her pinion plumes for flight, Thy fellow exile save?

New hope distends the breast, He who commands the dew to feed With joy we mount on cagle wing, Thy gentle flower, can surely lead

With bolder tone our anthem sing, Me from a scorching grave!'

And seek the pilgrim's rest." “ The heaven-sent plant new hope inspi. R. M'Ch- , Larbert. The clerred

gyman? The verses are beautiful-New courage all his bosom fired,

we wrote some ourselves many years And bore him safe along;

ago on the same incident-but not Till with the evening's cooling shade nearly so good as these--and they He slept within the verdant glade, have utterly faded from our memory Lulled by the negro's song.

-all but some broken images-two

or three lines—and here and there a “ Thus, we in this world's wilderness, few floating words. Where sin and sorrow-guilt-distress

It is time we were going—but wo Seem undisturbed to reign

wish to hear how thy voice souds, May faint because we feel alone,

Christian, when it reads. Read these With none to strike our favourite tone,

lines-they are by the same writerAnd join our homeward strain.

first “into yoursel"-and then to us.

They contain mysteries above your " Yet, often in the bleakest wild

comprehension - and ours -- and all Of this dark world, some heaven-born

men's; for they speak of the infinite child, Expectant of the skies,

goodness and mercy of God - but Amid the low and vicious crowd,

though thou hast committed in thy Or in the dwellings of the proud,

short life no sins-or but small-toMeets our admiring eyes.

wards thy fellow- creatures - low

couldst thou?--thou knowest we are all “ From gazing on the tender Alower, sinful-in His eyes -- and thou knowWe lift our eye to him whose power est on whose merits is the reliance of Hath all its beauty given ;

our hope of Heaven.

I once was a stranger to grace and to God,
I knew not my danger, and felt not my load,
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,
Jehovah Tsidkēnu was nothing to me.

“ I ost read with pleasure, to soothe or engage,
Isaiah's wild measure, and John's simple page;
But ev’n when they pictured the blood-sprinkled tree,
Jehovah Tsidkēnu seemed nothing to me.

“ Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll,
I wept when the waters went over his soul :
Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree
Jehovah Tsidkēnu— 'I was nothing to me.

“ But when free grace awoke me hy light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die;
No refuge, no safety, in self could I see
Jehovah Tsidkēnu my Saviour must be.

“ My terrors all vanished before the sweet name;
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain so copious and free,-
Jehovah Tsidkēnu is all things to me.

" Jehovah Tsidkēnu, my treasure and boast,
Jehovah Tsidkēnu, I ne'er can be lost.

In Thee I shall conquer, by flood and by field,
My cable, my anchor, my breastplate and shield.
“Even treading the valley, the shadow of death,
This. Watchword’sball rally my faltering breath ;
For while from life's fever my God sets me free,
Jehovah Tsidkēnu my death-song shall be.”

Three minutes from seven by your blue eyes is written not only his nahouse clock—she gives a clear warn- ture, but miraculously, in German ing—and three minutes from seven by text, his very name, Christopher North. our watch-rather curious their coinci. Mrs Gentle was the first to discover dence to such a nicety-and when she it; though we remember having been has struck-We must take up our staff asked more than once in our youth by and go. Thank thee, bonnie Christian, an alarmed virgin on whom we happenwe had forgot our wallet. There, in ed at the time to be looking tender, “if with the bannocks and the ham and we were aware that there was somethe eggs—that chicken is really too thing preternatural in our eyes ?" bad, friends-you must take us for a Christopher is conspicuous in our sad glutton.

right eye-North in our left-- and “ Zicketty, dicketty, dock,

when we wish to be incog., we either The mouse ran up the clock;

draw their fringed curtains, or, nun. The clock struck one,

like, keep the tell-tale orbs fixed on the Down the mouse ran,

ground. Candour whispers us to con. Zicketty, dicketty, dock."

fess, that some years ago a child was Come closer, dear Christian, and let exhibited at sixpence with WILLIAM us put this to your ear. What a pretty Wood legible in its optics—having face of wonder! 'Tis a repeater. Good been affiliated, by ocular evidence, on people—you have work to do in the a gentleman of that name, who, with hay-field_let us part_God bless you his dying breath, disowned the soft im-good by-farewell.

peachment. But in that case nature Half-an-hour since we parted—and had written a vile scrawl-in ours her we cannot help being a little sad- hand is firm, and goes off with a flouand fear we were not so kind to the old rish. people—so considerate--as we ought O ur egotism accompanies us into to have been-and, perhaps, though solitude-nay, is even more life-per. pleased with us just now, they may vading there than in the hum of men. say to one another before evening that There the stocks and stones are we were too merry for our years. more impressible than those we someNonsense. We were all merry to times stumble on in human society, gether-and what's the use of wearing and moulded at our will, take what a long face, at all times, like a Me shape we choose to give them ; the thodist minister: A Methodist minis. trees follow our footsteps, though our ter! Why, John Wesley was facete, lips be mute, and we have left at home and Whitfield humorous-yet were our fiddle-more potent we in our retheir hearts fountains of tears—and ality than the fabled Orpheus. Be ours is not a rock-if it be, 'tis the hushed, ye streams, and listen unto Rock of Horeb.

Christopher! Be chained, ye clouds, It has long been well known to the and attentive unto North! And at our whole world that we are a sad egotist bidding silent the cataract on the cliff - yet our egotism, so far from being the thunder on the sky. The sea a detraction from our attraction, seems beholds us on the shore-and his one to be the very soul of it, making it huge frown transformed into a multiimpossible in nature for any reason.. tudinous smile, he turns flowing affecable being to come within its sphere, tionately towards us along the golden without being drawn by sweet com- sands, and in a fluctuating hinderance pulsion to the old wizard's heart. He of lovely foam-wreaths envelopes our is so humane! Only look at him for feet! a few minutes, and liking becomes Proud was that pool, even now, to love_love becomes veneration. And reflect OUR IMAGE. Do you recollect all this even before he has opened his that picture in the Excursion---SO lips-by the mere power of his ogles much admired by Wordsworth-of the and his temples. In his large mild Ram and the Shadow of the Ram ?

“ Thus having reached a bridge, that overarched
The hasty rivulet, where it lay becalmed
In a deep pool, by happy chance we saw
A twofold image ; on a grassy bank
A snow-white Ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same ! Most beautiful
On the green turf, with his imperial front
Shaggy and bold, and wreathed horns superb,
The breathing creature stood; as beautiful
Beneath him, showed his shadowy counterpart ;
Each had his glowing mountains, each his sky,
And each seem'd centre of his own fair world.
Antipodes unconscious of each other,
Yet, in partition, with their several spheres,
Blended in perfect stillness to our sight.
Ah! what a pity were it to disperse
Or to disturb, so fair a spectacle,
And yet a breath can do it."

Oh! that the Solitary, and the Ped- half hour, far overhead up by yonder, lar, and the Poet, and the Priest and as if he meant mischief; but he will his Lady, were here to see a sight find that we are up to a trick or two, more glorious far than that illustrious and not easily to be done brown by a and visionary Ram. Two Christo native, a Cockney of Cloud. Land, a pher Norths--as Highland chieftains long-legged awkward fellow with a -in the Royal Tartan-one burning in head like a dragon, and proud of his the air—the other in the water-two red plush, in that country called thuna stationary meteors, each seeming na. der-and-lightning breeches, hot very, tive to its own element. This setting one should think, in such sultry wedthe heather, that the linn on fire-this ther-but confound us if he has not a-blaze with war, that tempered into this moment stript them off, and be truce—while the Sun, astonied at the not pursuing his journey in puris naspectacle, nor knowing the refulgent turalibus--yes, as naked as the misubstance from the resplendent sha. nute he was born! dow, bids the clouds lie still in heaven, We cannot help flattering ourselves and the winds all hold their breath, -if indeed it be flattery—that though that exulting nature may be permitted no relative of his, we have a look of for a little while to enjoy the miracle the Pedlar-as he is painted by the she unawares has wrought-alas! gone hand of a great master in the aforesaid as she gazes, and gone for ever? Our Poem. bonnet has tumbled into the Pool 6 A man of reverend age, and Christopher— like the Ram in the

the But stout and hale, for travel unimpaired.'

Bui Excursion--stands shorn of his beams -no better worth looking at than the An hour or two ago, late Laird of Macnab.

" Here was he seen upon the cottageNow, since the truth must be told,

bench, that was but a flight of Fancy-and

Recumbent in the shade, as if asleep; our apparel is more like that of a Low

An iron-pointed staff lay at his side." land Quaker than a Highland chief. 'Tis all of a snuffy brown-an excel Again-any one who had chanced lent colour for hiding the dirt. Single- to meet us yesterday on our way to breasted our coatee-and we are in the mountains, might have said, shorts. Were our name to be imposed by our hat, it would be Sir Cloudesly

“ Him had I marked the day beforeShovel. On our back a wallet-and

alone, in our hand a pole. And thus, not

And stationed in the public way, with face

Turned to the sun then setting, while that without occasional alarm to the cattle,

staff though we hurry no man's, we go

Afforded to the figure of the man, stalking along the sward and swinging Detained for contemplation or repose, across the stream, and leaping over Graceful support,” &c. the quagmires-by no means unlike that extraordinary pedestrian who And again—and even more charachas been accompanying us for the last teristically

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