POETRY.

A SWARM OF BEES AND FLIES.

Be quiet; be active; be patient; be humble; be prayerful; be watchful; be hopeful; be loving; be gentle; be merciful; be gracious; be just; be kind; be simple; be diligent; be circumspect; be meek; be lowly be long-suffering; be not faithless, but believing; and the grace of God be with you.

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Be quiet-more ready to hear than to speak,
Be active, true riches unceasingly seek;
Be patient-Jehovah's good pleasure endure,
Be humble and so shall your path be secure;
Be prayerful-make known your requests unto God,
Be watchful-for satan is ever abroad;

Be hopeful, and never give way to despair,
Be loving and show whose disciples you are;
Be gentle and prove that your wisdom's divine,
Be merciful-always to pity incline;

Be gracious-more willing to give than receive,
Be just as you would not have others deceive;
Be upright, and thus your profession adorn,
Be kind and treat no fellow-creature with scorn;
Be simple-from haughtiness ever abstain,
Be deligent as you would substance obtain;
Be circumspect-think how your conduct is eyed,
Be meek, and beware of presumption and pride;
Be lowly in heart, for the Saviour was so,

Be long-suffering, like Him when he sojourned below;
Be not faithless but trust and adore,

And God's grace Be with you evermore.

Fly from self and fly from sin,
Fly the world's tumultuous din,

Fly its pleasures, fly its cares,
Fly its friendships, fly its snares,
Fly the sinner's hastening doom.
Fly and 'scape the wrath to come;
Fly to Jesus, he's the road,
Through which we fly to God;
Fly to mercy's gracious seat,
Fly-it's sorrow's last retreat;
Fly and bear your sin and grief,
Fly and you shall find relief;
Fly, and let your wings be love,
Fly and stretch your wings above;
Fly by dread of vengeance driven,
Fly from earth, and fly to Heaven.

Rochdale.

E. W.

GOD TEACHES.

WHO taught the bird to build her nest
Of wool, and hay, and moss?
Who taught her how to weave it best,
And lay the twigs across?
Who taught the busy bee to fly

Among the sweetest flowers;
And lay her store of honey by,
To eat in winter hours?

Who taught the little ant the way

Her narrow hole to bore;

And through the pleasant summer day

To gather up her store?

'Twas God, who taught them all the way,

And gave their little skill;

And teaches children how to pray,

And do his holy will.

CITY STEAM PRESS, LONG LANE: D. A. DOUDNEY.

THE SUNDAY SCHOLARS'

MAGAZINE.

MARCH, 1845.

THE FLIGHT OF ELIJAH.

WHEN Ahab had got home, he made haste to tell Jezebel all he had seen and heard. How Baal's prophets had called on their god, and bawled as loud as they could, and that he could not hear them, or send them a spark of fire; but that Elijah only began praying, when, lo, the heavens opened, and a mass of flames fell on his sacrifice, and consumed it, and the stones of the altar, and dried the twelve barrels of water he had poured in the trench. And how all the people had fallen on their faces, and owned Elijah's God as the true God; and finally, how the four hundred and fifty prophets of Baal had been slain.

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He told her, that Elijah had done all this; whereas he should have said, it was the Lord, in answer to the prayers of Elijah. It looks as if he thought that the prophet had wrought this miracle by some secret craft of his own, by which he had deceived the people; and so, if this were the case, Baal might yet be a god. How true is the saying of the wise man,-" Bray a fool in a mortar, yet will his foolishness not depart from him."

Now the torrents of rain were falling over all the land, how ought he and his subjects to have VOL. XXI.

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