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defence. He would “ restore our judges as at the first and our counsellors as at the beginning.” And our glorious Republic, founded upon a rock, and extending like the arms of the sea, and rising above the mountains, and peopling the farthest West with happy millions, and sustaining everywhere the hallowed temples and ennobling institutions of science and religion, would look forth, in moral grandeur and beauty, the admiration and joy of the whole earth.

Then would be fully realized, what Milton foresaw two hundred years ago ;—“Methinks I see a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle, musing her mighty youth, and kindling her dazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam, purging and unscaling her long abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance.” Then too would be realized, what the inspired poet sang three thousand years ago ;-"Happy is that people that is in such a case, yea, happy is that people whose God is the Lord.” Glorious results of the Bible! Who, , then, would not daily read, and encourage all to read, this best gift of Heaven to the race of man, designed especially “ for the healing of the nations ?" —Rev. Austin Dickinson.

TO BE REMEMBERED."

“ The freedom and power of the press, in a community like ours, is a price put into our hands, not only to get wisdom but to impart it to others and to all. We are under sacred obligations, then, of which we cannot divest ourselves, to use this power and to use it well!"

“ That man is but a sorry Christian, and is uniformly pronounced to be such, who locks up the treasures of the glorious Gospel in his own breast, and makes no efforts to impart them to others.”

“ To do good, and to communicate forget not.”

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LINES ON HEARING A MOTHER SING TO HER DYING CHILD, WHO, THROUGH HIB

ILLNESS, WOULD BE QUIETED IN NO OTHER WAY.

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And there his little head reposed,
In silence on her neck of snow;
And there his weary eyelids closed,
Like violets when the south winds blow.
Sweetly the mother bowed her head,
Over her first-born pledge of love;
She sung, till all of life had fled,

And angels bore her child above.
Sag-Harbor, L. I.

ERRATA.–On page 55, 10th line, for «food" read “good.”-For F. S. Smith” read “F. L. Smith.”—The address to the Missionaries in the same article was designed for the Ladies of the Messrs. Whittelsy and Hunt.

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us, are happier than if they were. We are reconciled to the removal of a friend to a distant land, if his own interest and happiness are to be secured by the removal. The prospect of

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