and weak bigotry, and the unmeaning abuse which this dialogue develops.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE GEORGE DILWYN,
OF BURLINGTON, U. S.

FULLY ripe, like the ear of the reaper,
He met the pale messenger's word;
O! sweet is the sleep of the sleeper,
That rests in the name of the Lord.

He slumbers at length with his fathers,
Secure from the tempests of time;
For the storm that on earth often gathers,
Is unknown in the heavenly clime.

They have placed the cold earth on his ashes,
They have given him up to the tomb;
But the light of his virtues still flashes,
The pathway of truth to illume.

He is dead, but his memory still liveth;
He is gone, his example is here;
And the lustre, and fragrance it giveth,
Shall linger for many a year.

He stood, in the strength of his weakness,
With the snows of long years on his head;
And sublime, with a patriarch's meekness,
The gospel of Jesus he spread.

The path of the faithful he noted;
In the way of the humble he trod;
And his life was with ardour devoted,
To the cause of religion and God.

M. O.

DR. PAYSON says, Two or three plain rules I find of wonderful service in deciding all difficult cases; one is, to do nothing of which I doubt, in any degree, the lawfulness. The second, to consider everything as unlawful, which indisposes me for prayer, and interrupts communion with God; and the third is, never to go into any company, business, or situation, in which I cannot conscientiously ask, and expect the Divine presence.

"And He commanded them to make all sit down, by companies, upon the green grass. And they sat down in ranks, by fifties, and by hundreds." Mark vi. chap. 39th and 40th verses. A pleasing resemblance

of the select societies into which the church on earth is divided; and a glorious spectacle it is to see, here, and there, in this barren wilderness, a little company sitting down in compliance with the Divine command, and waiting for the bread of life. They are one mul

and they all look to

titude, having one object in view, the same liberal Benefactor for the supply of their numerous wants; surely such considerations might extirpate every root of bitterness, blunt every acrimonious sensation, subdue every party spirit, and render their

love universal, such as they know it will be, when they assemble to eat bread in their Father's kingdom. M. Taylor.

Ir must be obvious to every person who makes the least remarks on life, that those who have long lived in the circle of vanity, can never quit it; not that they still find their account of pleasure in it, but that they are unfit for, and incapable of any other mode of enjoyment.

What veterans do we behold busy in the pursuit of the most contemptible trifles! What a disgrace to human reason, to behold a countenance furrowed with age, distorted with chagrin, over an unsuccessful game! How disgustful to hear a matron weighed down with years, discoursing like a girl on the frippery of modes! These are the unavoidable effects of pursuits habitually vain. Fenelon.

C. BRIDGE'S EXPOSITION OF THE CXIX. PSALM.

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MORE satisfying is the believer's rejoicing in the of God, than that of the miser in his untold treasures; here he may safely say to his soul, "Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years, take thine ease;" and these are the only riches within the reach of all. If we are poor in this world, it is the Lord's providence,-if we are poor in grace, it is our own fault: it is, because we have despised our Lord's counsel, to buy of him gold tried in the fire, that thou mayst be rich. The believer's portion includes things present,

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and things to come, something enjoyed, and much more expected; the mercies of eternity, added to the blessings of time, the riches of both worlds, all assured to him by the covenant of grace, in the way of the Lord's testimonies. And is it not then most strange, that with such treasure in possession and in prospect, the child of God should be so unmindful of it, so careless in increasing his store, and in confirming his own interest in it? But the riches of God's testimonies have this peculiar property, that they cease to rejoice the heart, when they are not uppermost there. Alas! do we not know something of this? Have there not been times when they have appeared little desirable in our eyes, and we have actually rejoiced in the accession of some worldly good, or the accomplishment of some worldly desire, more than in this heavenly treasure?

THE ANGEL OF INTELLIGENCE.

THE sun had passed his meridian splendour, and descending behind the summit of the western hills, had tinged the evening clouds with his radiance, and the mild lustre of his retiring beams danced upon the horizon, when Zadib, wearied with the burden of affliction, retired to the groves of Madian, to seek that consolation which had long been a stranger to his breast. In the groves of Madian, might be enjoyed the pleasures of solitude, and in their deepest recesses communion was sometimes held with superior beings. Not all the gold of Ophir, the riches of Arabia, or the unrivalled splendour of eastern magnificence, could

procure the smile of complacency upon the face of Zadib; on his brow were imprinted the furrows of care, and the sighs of anxious solicitude proceeded from his bosom.

To what purpose are the gifts of nature, and the objects of ambition distributed to me? Are not the arrows of death perpetually hovering around me, and shall I not be shortly numbered with the forgotten multitudes that are mouldering in the dust? My life has been a scene of disappointed hopes; the schemes of happiness which I had formed, and fondly thought the approbation of the wise was obtained upon them, even these have vanished as a meteor, which dazzles for a moment, disappears, and leaves no trace of its existence. I have sought in my possessions a relief I cannot find, and a consolation which it is not in their power to bestow; instead of that happiness which I vainly believed to be the inheritance of man, deep indeed hath been the cup of sorrow that hath been allotted me.

He had scarcely finished his soliloquy, when the angel of Divine intelligence appeared before him. His appearance was beautiful as the rainbow that proclaims an end to the tremendous storm which shakes the arch of heaven with its tumult, and spreads dismay upon the hearts of men: at his approach Zadib fell prostrate, and sought to veil his face in the folds of his robe, whilst the language of adoration remained suspended upon his lips.

"Arise, Zadib," said the angel, with a serenity