HUMILITY. THE bird that soars on highest wing, When Mary chose the "better part,” She meekly sat at Jesus' feet; And Lydia's gently-open'd heart Was made for God's own temple meet; -Fairest and best adorn'd is she, Whose clothing is humility. The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown, In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bows him down, Then most when most his soul ascends; Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility. 1833. EVENING TIME. ZECH. XIV. 7. Ar evening time let there be light :- At evening time let there be light : — Dews, birds, and flowers cheer'd all the way; At evening time let there be light. At evening time there shall be light: For God hath said," So let it be !" Fear, doubt, and anguish, take their flight, His glory now is risen on me; Mine eyes shall his salvation see: -'Tis evening time, and there is light. Conway, North Wales, 1828. REMINISCENCE. REMEMBRANCE of the dead revives Unburden'd with infirmity, Not as they sunk into the tomb, The troubles of departed years O'er wounds that bleed no more. Lightnings may blast, but thunder-showers And hang the thorns with dew. Remembrance of the dead is sweet; Unless past, present, future, meet, Companions of our youth, our age, Grief on their urn may fix her eyes, -They spring not from the ground; Love invoke them from the skies, may -There is no voice nor sound. Fond memory marks them as they were, Stars in our horoscope; But soon to see them as they are, Not through the darkness of the night, To waking thought unseal'd, But in the uncreated light Of Deity reveal'd. They cannot come to us, but we Ere long to them may go; -That glimpse of immortality Is heaven begun below. A RECOLLECTION OF MARY F., A YOUNG LADY UNEXPECTEDLY REMOVED FROM A LARGE FAMILY CIRCLE. Her life had twice been saved, once from the flames, and again from the water, by an affectionate father. THRICE born for earth and twice for heaven, To whom 'tis now in glory given To grow, as here in shade she grew ; The fountain's freshness, these shall be A weeping babe to light she came, And changed for smiles a mother's throes; Twice born for heaven as thrice for earth, |