mere occasional transition from one frame of mind and spirits to another. THE religious profession and opinions of some have too much of mere machinery in their composition. If every wheel, pivot, chain, spring, cog, or pinion be not exactly in its place, or move not precisely according to a favourite and prescribed system, the whole is rejected as unworthy of regard. -126. MUSIC, when judiciously brought into the service of religion, is one of the most delightful and not least efficacious means of grace.-155. ISAIAH VI. 3. THOUGH Holy, holy, holy Lord, And angel-choirs with one accord Worship with veiled wings; Tho' earth Thy footstool, heaven Thy throne, Thy way Thy path deep floods, Thy steps unknown, Yet wilt Thou look on' him who lies A suppliant at Thy feet, That reach Thy mercy-seat. Between the cherubim of old Thy glory was express'd; And God through Christ we now behold Through Him who all our sickness felt, Through Him in whom thy fulness dwelt, Touch'd with a feeling of our woes, All our infirmities He knows, Our souls are in His hands. He bears them up with strength divine Lord, cause Thy face on us to shine; --Montgomery. PSALM XXXIII. 5. THERE's not a bird (with lonely nest Each barren crag, each desert rude, And Thou dost bless the wand'rer there In busy mart and crowded street, And ev'ry moment still doth bring Through all creation let Thy name And we, where'er our lot is cast, PSALM XXIII. 6. WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Nor is the least a cheerful heart To taste those gifts with joy. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. -Noel. When in the slippery paths of youth, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, Through hidden dangers, toils, and death. And through the pleasing snares of vice, When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, grace. Through every period of my life Through all eternity to Thee PSALM XXXI. 15. SOV'REIGN ruler of the skies, Plagues and death around me fly; How helpless guilty nature lies, The heart unchang'd can never rise The will perverse, the passions blind, The safe, the narrow way. -Addison. -Ryland. Can aught beneath a power divine, To chase the shades of night away, COME, Holy Spirit, from above, Our hearts attune, our tongues inspire, That, without ceasing, hymn His praise, -Steele. MEMOIR OF THE REV. CORNELIUS NEALE.-BY MRS. NEALE. Be not scurrilous in thy conversation, nor satirical in thy jests: the one will make thee unwelcome in all company, and the other will pull on quarrels, and get thee hatred of thy best friends. For sulphurous jests, when they savour too much of truth, leave a bitterness in the minds of those that are touched. I think it necessary to leave it to thee as a special caution; because I have seen many so prone to quip and gird, as they would rather lose their friend than their jest.—Lord Burghley to his Son. WHEN those who have been religiously trained are not truly living up to the light of conscience, their playful satire, glancing at well-known pious characters, may, indeed, be free from that bitterness with which a wicked man vituperates the godly still there is a venom in the humour of such satirists, peculiarly subtle in its reaction upon themselves. HE frequently spoke to me on the subject of the childrens' education, confirming the opinion often expressed in health, that if a mother were under the influence of real religion, and possessing a tolerable degree of judgment, no superior qualifications in others could at all make up for the absence of maternal watchfulness, which would more than supply the place of all these, and render her care, even of a son, as long as it was possible to watch over him, invaluable. HE was interred in Chiswick churchyard, and the following lines were written by his father-in-law (John Mason Good, M.D.) as an "Epitaph on an Unnamed Saint." ... Allusion is made in the sixth line to an inscription still existing on the churchyard wall, stating that it had been built in 1623, "at ye charge of Lord Francis Russelle." "O spot rever'd! though thou may'st hold, Names more familiar to the great, When Russell rais'd thy wall t'embower, The wardrobe of God's saints' from harm,- Clasp'd in thy womb more gentle worth, ONE supreme consideration, which should be distinctly presented to those who appear tending towards despondency and unbelief, is, that, living as we do under a dispensation of mercy, no greater crime can exist, no greater instance of presumption against the majesty of an exalted Saviour can be exhibited, than that of despair.-Neale. I CERTAINLY can think no worse of the man who feels an awe and a shuddering when about to enter into the immediate presence of his God. LET us not think that there is no happiness on earth —nothing of heaven to be enjoyed here. Enoch thought not so; PP |