And so in love the raptur'd heart, Yet love exulting wakes this strain, Yes these few words so soft and sweet, Where'er I roam on earth's drear sod, A whisp❜ring voice says, that my God Can here forget me not; And faith, through years of woe and pain, Assures me-We shall meet again! P Yes! Yes! within that radiant sky The Eden far above There friends in harmony, O! then- J. H. M. SECOND CAUSES. IF we are prevented from following some favourite pursuit, by sickness, or any other evil, which we call unavoidable, we consider it sinful to murmur and repine. But if the impediment appear to arise from an outward cause, how apt are we to be impatient under it! For instance: if we think it might be easily removed by a slight alteration in the sentiments or conduct of those around us, what peculiar difficulty do we feel in bearing it aright! Yet, if we have used every effort that prudence and propriety permit, and still find insurmountable obstacles, is not the hindrance as unavoidable, with respect to ourselves, as if it came immediately from God; and does it not demand equal submission? How much would our troubles and vexations be alleviated, if, instead of dwelling on the obstructions which seem to block up our path, the eye of faith were always so elevated, as entirely to overlook these secondary causes, and see alone the hand that places them before us! S. S. S. FUNERAL HYMN. MRS. MOODIE. OUR brother is sleeping! That, dust unto dust, His cold ashes return? Our sorrows are mortal; His sorrows are o'er; The pangs of disease Can afflict him no more. He early was called From this valley of tearsA Christian in knowledge, An infant in years: His sun has gone down In the dew of his morn; And the hearts of his kindred, Their thoughts dwell in darknessThe worm and the shroud But his spirit has burst, Like a beam from the cloud His exit was gladness; His parting was sweet; He went forth rejoicing, His Saviour to meet. He has pass'd the dark valley To the presence of God! Though as mortals we mourn, That, dust unto dust, His cold ashes return! DOXOLOGY. BY J. MONTGOMERY, HOLY, Holy, Holy Lord! ESQ. God of Hosts!-when heaven and earth Out of darkness, at thy word Issued into glorious birth, All thy works, as round they stood, Sang with sweet and full accord, |