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I lie in a heavy trance,

With a world of dream without me;
Shapes of shadows dance

In waving bands about me.
But at times some mystic things
Appear in this phantom lair,
That almost seem to me visitings

Of Truth known elsewhere

The world is wide; these things are small; They may be nothing, but they are all.

A prayer in an hour of pain

Begun in an undertone,
Then lowered, as it would fain
Be heard by the heart alone;-
A throb when the soul is entered

By a light that is lit above,

Where the God of nature is centered,

The beauty of love

The world is wide; these things are small; They may be nothing, but they are all.

A sense of an earnest will

To help the lowly living,
And a terrible heart.thrill

If you have no power of giving;-
An arm of aid to the weak ;-

A friendly hand to the friendless ;-
Kind words so short to speak,

But whose echo is endless

The world is wide; these things are small;
They may be nothing, but they are all.

The moment we think we have learnt
The love of the All-wise One,
By which we could stand unburnt
On the ridge of the seething sun;—
The moment we grasp at the clue,
Long-lost and strangely riven,
Which guides our souls to the True,
And the Poet to Heaven-

The world is wide; these things are small;
They may be nothing, but they are all.



Oh great, unspeakable is the blessing of a godly home. Here is the cradle of the Christian. Hence he sallies forth for encounter with the world, armed at all points, disciplined in all the means of resistance, and full of hope and victory under his heavenly leader. Hither he ever afterwards turns a dutiful and affectionate look, regarding it as the type and pledge of another home. Hither, too, when sore wounded in the conflict, he resorts to repair his


drooping vigor. Here when abandoned by the selfish sons of this world, he finds, as in a sanctuary, the children of God ready with open arms to re. ceive him. And here the returning prodigal, enfolded in the embrace of those who know not of the impurities of the world with which he has been mixing, feels all at once his heart burst with shame and repentance. Merciful God, what a city of refuge hast thou ordained in the Christian Home!

A true Christian Home can scarcely be said to die. It may disappear from the eyes of flesh, but its better parts, those which are truly valuable, belong also to our everlasting home. It has but to throw off the elements of flesh, and it becomes at once that spiritual home to which eternal bliss is appended. All its occupations are preparations for another life; all its actions converge to that point; its society originating in the flesh, has long ago been established in the spirit. Its inmates regard each other as companions of the life to come, and deride the power of any separation which this world can effect. They look with contemptuous pity upon the miserable expedient for union after death to which worldlings resort, the laying up their bones in a costly vault; thus making a mockery of home in a disgusting assemblage of mouldering skeletons. Being one in spirit, whether in the same grave or with half the world between, they are still in union. Rectory of Valehead.



Lord Brougham concludes his sketches of the celebrated English radical, John Wilkes, with the following just and forcible passage on the arts of the Demagogues :

"The fall, the rapid and total declension of Wilkes' fame-the utter oblivion into which his very name has passed for all purposes save the remembrance of his vices-the very ruins of his reputation, no longer remaining in our political history -this affords also a salutary lesson to the followers of the multitude-those who may court applause of the hour, and regulate their conduct towards the people, not by their own sound and conscientious opinions of what is right, but by the desire to gain fame by doing what is pleasing, and to avoid giving the displeasure that arises from telling wholesome, though unpalatable truths. Never man more pandered to the appetites of the mob, than Wilkes; never political pimp gave more uniform contentment to his employers. Having the moral and sturdy English, and not the voluble and versatile Irish, to deal with, he durst not do or say as he chose himself: but was compelled to follow that he might seem to lead, or at least to go two steps



with his followers, that he might get them to go, royal bounty forge to themselves and their country three with him. He dared not deceive them grossly, chains, that they also may make the ladder they clumsily, openly, impudently-dared not tell them are to mount by, than the patriot of the city did to opposite stories-in the same breath-give them delude the multitude, whose slave he made himself, one advice to.day, and the contrary to-morrow that he might be rewarded with their sweet voices, pledge himself to a dozen things at one and the same and so rise to wealth and to power? When he time; then come before them with every pledge penned the letter of cant about administering jusunredeemed, and ask their voices, and ask their tice, rather than join a procession to honor the acmoney on the credit of as many other pledges, for cession of a prince whom in a private petition he the succeeding half year-all this, with the obsti- covered over thick and threefold with the slime of nate and jealous people of England, was out of the his flattery, he called himself a "manœuvre." When question; it could not have passed for six weeks. he delivered a rant about liberty before the reverent But he committed as great, if not as gross, frauds judges of the land-he knew full well that he was upon them; abused their confidence as entirely, if not delighting those he addressed, but the mob out not so shamelessly; catered for their depraved appe- of doors, on whose ears the trash was to be echoed tites in all the base dainties of sedition and slander, back. When he spoke a speech in parliament, of and thoughtless violence, and unreasonable demands, which no one heard a word, and said aside to a instead of using his influence to guide their judg-friend who urged the fruitlessness of the attempt at ment, improve their taste, reclaim them from bad courses, and better their condition by providing for their instruction. The means by which he retained their attachment were disgraceful and vile-like the hypocrite, his whole life was a lie. The tribute which his unruly appetites kept him from paying to private morals, his dread of the mob, or his desire to use them for his selfish purposes, made him yield to public virtue: and he never appeared before the world without the mask of patriotic enthusiasm or democratic fury;-he who, in the recesses of Mendenham Abbey, and before many witnesses, gave the eucharist to an ape, or, prostituted the printing press to multiply copies of a production that would dye with blushes the cheek of an im


making the house listen-" Speak it I must, for it has been printed in the newspapers this half hour"

he confessed that he was acting a false part in one place to compass a real object in another; as thoroughly as ever minister did when affecting by smiles to be well in his prince's good graces, before the multitude, all the while knowing that he was receiving a royal rebuke. When he and one confederate, in the private room of a tavern, issued a declaration, beginning, "we the people," and signed by the order of the meeting,"-he practised as gross a fraud upon that people, as ever peer or parasite did, when affecting to pine for the prince's smiles, and to be devoted to his pleasure. in all the life they led consecrated to the furtherance of their own."

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Good night, love!

May heaven's brightest stars watch over thee!
Good angels spread their wings, and cover thee!
And through the night,

So dark and still,
Spirits of light

It is the abuse, no doubt, of such popular courses, that we should reprobate. Popularity is far from being contemptible; it is often an honourable acquisition; when duly earned, always a test of good done or evil resisted. But to be of a pure and genuine kind, it must have one stamp-the security of one safe and certain die; it must be the popularity that follows good actions, not that which is run after. Nor can we do a greater service to the people themselves, or read a more wholesome lesson to the race, above all, of rising statesmen, than to mark how much the mock-patriot, the mob-seeker, the parasite of the giddy multitude, falls into the very worst faults for which popular men are wont the most loudly to condemn, and most heartily to despise, the courtly fawners upon princes. Flattery, indeed! obsequiousness! time serving! What courtier of them all ever took more pains to soothe an| Soft lullabies the night winds sing to thee! irritable or to please a capricious prince, than | And on its wings sweet odours bring to thee! Wilkes, to assauge the anger or gain the favor by humoring the prejudices of the mob? Falshood, truly intrigue! manœuvre! Where did ever titled suitor for promotion lay his plots more cunningly, or spread more wide his net, or plant more pensively in the fire those irons by which the waiters on

Charm thee from ill!

My heart is hovering round thy dwelling-place,
Good night, dear love! God bless thee with his grace!

Good night, love!

And in thy dreaming

May all things, dear,
With gentle seeming,
Come smiling near!

My knees are bowed, my hands are clasped in prayer,
Good night, dear love!-God keep thee in his care!


No. 3.

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There was fear and melancholy in all the glens and valleys that lay stretching around, or down upon St. Mary's Loch, for it was the time of religious persecution. Many a sweet cottage stood untenanted on the hill-side and in the hollow; some had felt the fire, and been consumed, and violent hands had torn off the turf roof from the green shealing of the shepherd. In the wide and deep silence and solitariness of the mountains, it seemed as if human life was nearly extinct. Caverns and clefts in which the fox had kenneled, were now the shelter of Christian souls-and when a lonely figure crept stealingly from one hiding place to another, on a visit of love to some hunted brother in faith, the crows would hover over him, and the hawk shriek at human steps, now rare in the desert. When the babe was born, there might be none near to baptize it; or the minister, driven from his kirk, perhaps poured the sacramental water upon its face from some pool in the glen, whose rocks guarded the persecuted fa- | mily from the oppressor. Bridals now were unfrequent, and in the solemn sadness of love many died before their time, of minds sunken, and of broken hearts. White hair was on heads long before they were old; and the silver locks of ancient men were often ruefully soiled in the dust, and stained with their martyred blood.

But this is the dark side of the picture. For even in their caves were these people happy. Their children were with them, even like the wild flowers that blossomed all about the entrances of their dens. And when the voice of psalms rose up from the profound silence of the solitary place of rocks, the ear | of God was open, and they knew that their prayers and praises were heard in heaven. If a child was born, it belonged unto the faithful; if an old man | died, it was in the religion of his forefathers. The hidden powers of their souls were brought forth into the light, and they knew the strength that was in them for these days of trial. The thoughtless became sedate the wild were tamed--the unfeeling were made compassionate-hard hearts were softened, and the wicked saw the error of their ways. All deep passion purifies and strengthens the soul, and so it was now. Now was shown and put to the proof, the stern, austere, impenetrable strength of men, that would neither bend nor break-the calm, serene determination of matrons, who, with meek

eyes, and unblanched cheeks, met the scowl of the murderer-the silent beauty of maidens, who, with smiles, received their death-and the mysterious courage of children, who, in the inspiration of innocence and spotless nature, kneeled down among the dew-drops on the green sward, and died fearlesly by their parents' sides. Arrested were they at their work, or in their play, and with no other bandage over their eyes, but haply some clustering ringlets of their sunny hair, did many a sweet creature of twelve summers, ask just to be allowed to say her prayers, and then go, unappalled, from her cottagedoor to the breast of her Redeemer.

In those days had old Samuel Grieve and his spouse suffered sorely for their faith. But they left not their own house, willing to die there, or to be slaughtered whenever God should so appoint. They were now childless; but a little grand-daughter, about ten years old, lived with them, and she was an orphan. The thought of death was so familiar to her, that although sometimes it gave a slight quaking throb to her heart in its glee, yet it scarcely impaired the natural joyfulness of her girlhood, and often, unconsciously, after the gravest or the sadest talk with her old parents, would she glide off with a lightsome step, a blithe face, and a voice humming sweetly some cheerful tune. The old people looked often upon her in her happiness, till their dim eyes filled with tears-while the grandmother said, "If this nest were to be destroyed at last, and our heads in the mould, who would feed this young bird in the wild, and where would she find shelter, in which to fauld her bonnie wings?"

Lilias Grieve was the shepherdess of a small flock, among the green pastures at the head of St. Mary's Loch, and up the hill-side, and over into some of the little neighboring glens. Sometimes she sat in that beautiful church-yard, with her sheep lying scattered around her upon the quiet graves— where, on still, sunny days, she could see their shadows in the water of the Loch, and herself sitting close to the low walls of the house of God. She had no one to speak to, but her Bible to read-and day after day the rising sun beheld her in growing beauty, and innocence that could not fade, happy and silent as a fairy upon the knowe, with the blue heavens over her head, and the blue lake smiling at her feet.

"My Fairy," was the name she bore by the cottage fire, where the old people were gladdened by her glee, and turned away from all melancholy

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thoughts. And it was a name that suited sweet Li- | net, and then down into a coral cave in a jiffey to lias well-for she was clothed in a garb of green, their mermans-for mermaid, fairy, or mere flesh and often, in her joy, the green graceful plants that and blood women, they are all the same in that regrew among the hills were wreathed round her hair. spect-take my word for it." So was she dressed on Sabbath-day, watching her The fallen ruffian now rose, somewhat humbled, flock at a considerable distance from home, and sing- and sullenly sat down among the rest. "Why," ing to herself a psalm in the solitary moor-when quoth Allan Sleigh-I wager you a week's pay, in a moment a party of soldiers were upon a mount you don't venture fifty yards, without your musket, on the opposite side of a narrow dell. Lilias was in- down yonder shingle where the fairy disappeared ;" visible as a green linnet upon the grass-but her and the wager being accepted, the half-drunken felsweet voice had betrayed her-and then one of the low rushed on toward the head of the glen, and was soldiers caught the wild gleam of her eyes, and as heard crushing away through the shrubs. In a few she sprung frightened to her feet, he ealled out, "A minutes he returned, declaring, with an oath, that roe-a roe-see how she bounds along the bent!" he had seen her at the mouth of a cave, where no and the ruffian took aim at the child with his mus- human foot could reach, standing with her hair all ket, half in sport, half in ferocity. Lilias kept ap-on fire, and an angry countenance, and that he had pearing and disappearing, while she flew as on tumbled backward into the burn, and been nearly wings, across a piece of black heathery moss, full of drowned. "Drowned!" cried Allan Sleigh. pits and hollows-and still the soldier kept his mus- drowned-why not? a hundred yards down that bit ket at its aim. His comrades called to him to hold glen, the pools are as black as pitch, and deep as his hand, and not shoot a poor little innoceut child-hell-and the water roars like thunder-drowned— but he at length fired-and the bullet was heard to whiz past her fern-crowned head, and to strike a bank which she was about to ascend. The child paused for a moment, and looked back, and then bounded away over the smooth turf-till, like a cushat, she dropt into a little birchen glen, and disap. peared. Not a sound of her feet was heard-she seemed to have sunk into the ground-and the soldier stood, without any effort to follow her, gazing through the smoke toward the spot where she had vanished.

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A sudden superstition assailed the hearts of the party, as they sat down together upon a ledge of stone. "Saw you her face, Riddle, as my ball went whizzing past her ear-curse me, if she be not one of those hill-fairies, else she had been as dead as a herring-but I believe the bullet glanced off her yellow hair, as against a buckler." By St. George, it was the act of a gallows-rogue to fire upon the creature, fairy or not fairy—and you deserve the weight of this hand-the hand of an Englishman, you brute, for your cruelty !"-and uprose the speaker to put his threat into execution, when the other retreated some distance, and began to load his musket-but the Englishman ran upon him, and with a Cumberland gripe and trip, laid him upon the hard ground with a force that drove the breath out of his body, and left him stunned and almost insensible. "That serves him right, Allan Sleigh-shiver my timbers, if I would fire upon a petticoat. As to fairies, why, look ye, 'tis a likely place enow for such creatures-if this be one, it is the first I ever but as to your mermaids, I have seen a score of them, at different times, when I was at sea. As to shooting them, no-no-we never tried that, or the ship would have gone to the bottom. There have I seen them sitting on a rock, with a looking-glass, combing their hair, that wrapped round them liks a



why not, you English son of a deer stealer?” “Why not-because who was ever drowned that was born to be hanged?" Aud that jest caused universal laughter-as it is always sure to do, often as it may he repeated in a company of ruffians, such is felt to be its perfect truth and unanswerable simplicity.

After an hour's quarrelling, and gibing, and mutiny, this disorderly band of soldiers proceeded on their way down into the head of Yarrow, and there saw, in the solitude, the house of Samuel Grieve. Thither they proceeded to get some refreshment, and ripe for any outrage that any occasion might suggest. The old man and his wife hearing a tumult of many voices and many feet, came out, and were immediately saluted with many opprobrious epithets. The hut was soon rifled of any small articles of wearing apparel, and Samuel, without emotion, set before them whatever provisions he had-butter, cheese, bread, and milk-and hoped they would not be too hard upon old people, who were desirous of dying, as they had lived, in peace. Thankful were they, in their parental hearts, that their little Lilias was among the hills-and the old man trusted, that if she returned before the soldiers were gone, she would see from some distance their muskets on the green before the door, and hide herself among the brakens.

The soldiers devoured their repast with many oaths, and much hideous and obscene language, which it was sore against the old man's soul to hear in his own hut; but he said nothing, for that would have been wilfully to sacrifice his life. At last one of the party ordered him to return thanks in words impious and full of blasphemy, which Samuel calmly refused to do, beseeching them, at the same time, for the sake of their own souls, not so to offend their great and bountiful Preserver. "Confound the old canting covenanter-I will prick him with my bayonet if he won't say grace;" and the blood trickled


down the old man's cheek, from a slight wound oned folks. his forehead.



With hair floating in sumpy fight, pre


The sight of it seemed to awaken seemingly wreathed with flowers of heavenly azure,
with eyes beaming lustre, and yet streaming tears,
with white arms extending in their beauty, and mo-
tion gentle and gliding as the sunshine when a cloud
is rolled away, came on over the meadow befor the
hut, the same green-robed creature that had startled
the soldiers with her singing on the moor, and crying
loudly but still sweetly, "God sent me hither to
save their lives." She fell down beside them as

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the dormant blood-thirstiness in the tiger-heart of the soldier, who now swore that if the old man did not instantly repeat the words after him, he would shoot him dead. And, as if cruelty were contagious, almost the whole party agreed that the demand was but reasonable, and the old hypocritical knave must preach or perish. "Damn him,” cried one of them, in a fury, here is the Word of God, a great musty Bible, stinking of greasy black leather, worse than a whole tanyard. If he won't speak, I will gag him with a vengeance. Here, old Mr. Peden the prophet, let me cram a few chapters of St. Luke down your maw. St. Luke was a physician, I believe. Well, here is a dose of him. Open your jaws." And with these words, he tore a handful of leaves out of the Bible, and advanced towards the old man, from whose face his terrified wife was now wiping off the blood.

they knelt together; and then, lifting up her head
from the turf, fixed her beautiful face, instinct with
fear, love, hope, and the spirit of prayer, upon the
eyes of the men about to shed that innocent blood.

They all stood heart-stricken, and the execution-
ers flung down their muskets upon the green-sward.
"God bless you, kind, good soldier, for this," ex-
claimed the child, now weeping and sobbing with
joy; "ay-ay, you will be all happy to-night, when
you lie down to sleep. If you have any little daugh-

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Samuel Grieve was nearly fourscore; but his sin-ters or sisters like me, God will love them for your ews were not yet relaxed, and in his younger days mercy to us, and nothing, till you return home, will he had been a man of great strength. When, there- hurt a hair of their heads. Oh! I see now that solfore, the soldier grasped him by the neck, the sense diers are not so cruel as we say!" Lilias, your of receiving an indignity from such a slave, made grandfather speaks unto you;- his last words arehis blood boil, and, as if his youth had been renew-leave us-leave us for they are going to put us to ed, the gray-haired man, with one blow, felled the death. Soldiers, kill not this little child, or the waruffian to the floor ters of the loch will rise up and drown the sons of perdition. Lilias, give us each a kiss—and then go into the house."

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That blow sealed his doom. There was a fierce tumult and yelling of wrathful voices, and Samuel Grieve was led out to die. He had witnessed such The soldiers conversed together for a few minutes, butchery of others-and felt that the hour of his and seemed now like men themselves condemned to martyrdom was come. "As thou didst reprove die. Shame and remorse for their coward cruelty, Simon Peter in the garden, when he smote the High smote them to the core-and they bade them that Priest's servant, and saidst, The cup which my were still kneeling to rise up and go their waysFather hath given me, shall I not drink it !' So, then, forming themselves into regular order, one now, oh, my Redeemer, do thou pardon me, thy frail gave the word of commaud, and, marching off, they and erring follower, and enable me to drink this soon disappeared. The old man, his wife, and little cup!" With these words the old man knelt down, Lilias, continued for some time on their kuees in unbidden; and, after one solemn look to Heaven, prayer, and then all three went into their hut-the closed his eyes, and folded his hands across his child between them—and a withered hand of each breast. laid upon its beautiful and its fearless head.

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His wife now came forward, and knelt down be-
side the old man. "Let us die together, Samuel;
but, oh! what will become of our dear Lilias?"
"God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb," said
her husband, opening not his eyes, but taking her
hand into his, "Sarah-be not afraid." "Oh! Sam- The following was inspired hy the facts elicited
uel, I remember at this moment, these words of by investigating the condition of the children em-
Jesus, which you this morning read-Forgiveployed in the mines, factories, &c. of Great Britain.
them, Father, they know not what they do.'" "We

are all sinners together," said Samuel, with a loud Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers!
voice-we, two old gray-headed people, on our
knees, and about to die, both forgive you all, as we
hope ourselves to be forgiven. We are ready-be
merciful, and do not mangle us. Sarah, be not


It seemed that an angel was sent down from Heaven to save the lives of these two old gray-head

Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their
And that cannot stop their tears. [mothers,
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows,

The young birds are chirping in the nest,
The young fawns are playing in the shadows,

The young flowers are blowing from the West;

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