From Jesse's root this floweret sprang, Its seed from Abraham came; The royal David of it sang, And Sharon is its name. In Bethlehem its bud sent forth That Herod, in his vengeful wrath, Transplanted thence to Egypt's soil, It blossom'd 'neath its parent stem Soon as this full-blown rose displayed A price in silver then was paid The garden of Gethsemane But sheltered there it could not be Yet still it rear'd its head on high, Forsaken and forlorn, 'twas cast THE LAST TRUMPET. BY G. R. CARTER. S. M. IT breath'd not like the torrent's voice When spring awakes triumphantly The music of its rills. It echo'd like the thunder-peal, And the departing sun resigns N It summon'd not the banded brave Or bade the purple banners wave The earthquake-shock that overwhelms Its awful mandate shook the hills, The spirit shall resume its life When that proud trumpet rings, And rise to immortality Before the King of kings! FLOWERS. "Flowers, wherefore do ye bloom? We strew thy pathway to the tomb." MONTGOMERY. FROM the lilies of the field the Son of God bade us draw a striking lesson of our Heavenly Father's providence. "Consider the lilies of the field," says the Divine Teacher: "they toil not, neither do they spin; yet, I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O! ye of little faith?" Flowers are emblems at once of death and immortality. They bloom-they fade -they die-they rise up again in re newed youth and beauty. They form the bridal garland-they strew the bier -they spring up spontaneously over the grave, lending their sweet perfume and lovely colours to the lonely vale of death. Even ambition receives a lesson from the humble herb of the field. Alexander found his conquests easier than his ineffectual attempt to make the ivy grow in Babylon. The simple weed reproved the victor's pride. He who destroyed nations could not make it grow in a land to which its Creator had not adapted it. Flowers are the first inanimate objects that attract the eyes of the child. He gathers, and hangs delighted over them, admiring their gay colours, and inhaling their rich perfumes. They perish in his grasp he weeps; and, from a pious mother's lips, learns that he, too, only blooms to die. She tells him that a second spring |