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The once-lov'd form, now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps ber comforts fled,

And wither'd all her joys.
But cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;

Religion points on high;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys which cannot die.

On a Father.
Stranger! a Father's relics slumber here,
And filial sorrow claims the starting tear.
Children, (vo more the parent's tender care,)
Will oft in sadness to his tomb repair;
Pray that the Faith which shed its glorious ray
O'er his glad spirit, to his dying day,
May guide them safely to that world above,
Where Faith and Hope are lost in Heavenly Love.

G, H.
On a Female.
To rich and poor alike are sufferings given,
Their trial Life, but their reward is Heaven.
Ye then who wander near this sacred dust,
Confess tho' man complains, yet God is just.
In vain are talents, wealth, or friendship’s power,
To give support in death's tremendous hour.
Learn then the Christian's hopes, on these rely,
Resign'd like her, to suffer or to die.

On the Rev. Samuel Lovė.
When worthless grandeur fills the embellished arn,

No poignant grief attends the sable bier,
But when distinguished excellence we mourn,

Deep is the sorrow, genuine is the tear.
Stranger, shouldst thou approach this awful sbrine-

The merits of the honor'd dead to seek,
The friend, the son, the Christian, the Divine,

Let those who knew him, those who lov'd him, speak. Oh, let them, in some pause of anguish, say,

What zeal inspir'd, what faith enlarged his breast, How soon th' unfettered spirit wing'd its flight, From earth to heaven, from blessing to be blest.


CHIMNEY SWEEPERS. One of our readers has sent us a tract, published by J. and C. Evans, called “ The Lucky Chimney Sweeper.

It is a dialogue between two chimney sweepers, and the “lucky” one has discovered that to get rid of the expense and plague of apprentices, and to sweep chimnies with a machine, is the best of all ways for a chimney sweeper to grow rich ; and he proves that it has answered excellently well to himself. It is well known that benevolent persons. have long been wishing to invent a method of sweeping chimnies, whereby all the misery might be prevented which falls upon the poor children who have to do the miserable work of climbing chimnies, and to go through all the danger of it, and to experience all the wretchedness which is connected with their mode of life. And machines have accordingly been invented.

The “lucky chimney sweeper" proves, that if all master chimney sweepers would use these machines, they would not only prevent a great deal of misery, but would also grow richer. Some chimnies how. ever are so constructed, that it is said to be difficult to sweep them with the machine which has been in use for some years. Joe Hankey says, "the brush and ball is the best of all contrivances; that it will enter into the smallest flues; and, as all crooked chimnies slant downwards, it must slide down all."

He thus calculates upon saving money, by doing withoạt climbing boys, and adopting the niachines.

£ s. d. One of Smart's machines to last a year.... 2:15. O One brush and ball....

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9 11 0 And this is to save all the expense connected with little apprentice climbing boys.

“ Joe Hankey” thus describes the operation of the brush and ball. « The iron ball is fixed to a long stout cord, and a brush is fastened on the same cord, some yards behind it. . I go to the roof of the house, and put the ball into the chimney; down it goes, and draws the brush after it: one of my big apprentices stands in the room, into which the chimney goes, and receives the ball, when it comes down. Then he at the bottom, and I at the top, keep pulling the brush up and down, till the chimney is well cleaned."

The lucky chimney sweeper describes the miseries which will be thus prevented: “the cruelties and scoldings and frightenings," which must be used to make a little child first climb a chimney; and then there are the "sore eyes, and the terrible wounds on the knees, and that dreadful disease, the chimney sweepers' cancer.” To prevent these miseries is surely well worth the attention of all humane and considerate persons.


SELECTIONS FROM DIFFERENT AUTHORS, NEITHER our religion, nor the example of its adorable Author, forbid those soft effusions of the heart, which afford it so much relief, when overwhelmed with grief for the loss of those we love. Our blessed Redeemer wept! He shed the tears of affection upon the grave of Lazarus ! Christianity was not designed to destroy, but to regulate our feelings. It does not forbid us to grieve, but it tells us not to sorrow as those who have no hope. The unenlightened heathens, who had no glimpse of futurity, but what the light of nature afforded, might indeed inconsolably deplore the death of the dear objects of their parental, filial, and fraternal tenderness, to them for ever lost, to be seen and embraced no more! But, blessed be God, although clouds may darken the Christian's prospect, his view is not confined within this transitory scene. Through the glass of faith, he descries those regions of unfading felicity, which our blessed Saviour has revealed beyond the grave, for all who believe in Him, and obediently keep his commandments.For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive." -Forbes's Ricordanza, p. 181.

The fruition of religious objects calms and puri. fies, as much as it delights; it strengthens, instead of enervating, the mind, which it fills, without agi, tating, and, by settling it on its proper basis, diffuses an unspeakable repose through all its powers. R. Hall.

He who goeth to the battle against his spiritual enemies, should go confiding, not in his own

strength, but in that of the Lord God; not in his own righteousness,” but in that of his Redeemer. Such an one'engageth, with Omnipotence on his side, and cannot but be victorious. -Horne on Psalm 71. ver.. 16.

Take ocean, to its utmost bounds,
And all of Earth that it surrounds,
Less than a speck the whole would be,
Compared to vast Infinity.' ,
Take yonder countless gems of light,
That stud the sparkling crown'of night,
And all that still beyond them lie,
Invisible to mortal eye,
Less than' a spark the whole would be,
Lost in immense Infinity.
Yet one Great Power o'er all presidos,
Their bounds allots—their movements guides,
Coeval with Eternity,
Coequal to Infinity.
That Power to rey’rence, love, and fear,
Is surely then man's duty here,
If he hereafter hope to see,
The glory of Infinity

Morning Post.


Society for Superseding the Necessity of Climbing Boys. On Saturday the friends of this Society held their Annual Meeting at the City of London Tavern, in Bishopsgate-street.

B. M. Forster, Esq. in the Chair. The Chairman stated, in general terms, that the Society was proceeding gradually towards its grand object--the illtroduction of a method of sweeping chimnies without the necessity of climbing boys; it was their care to promote the use of machines, by selling them at half price to such as were willing to use them, and that, to further their success by all the means in their power, it was their intention to apply to Parliament, and not to allow the question at all to sleep.

Many excellent measures were proposed for the furtherance of this benevolent design; after which, Henry Simpson, of 223, Kent-street, Dover-road, a chimney sweeper, was called in. He stated that formerly be bad used climbing boys, but for the last four years be had kept no boys, as he found that he was able to clean his chimnies without their assistance, by means of a machine which he had invented for himself; be scarcely ever met with any chimney in which bis machine did not suoceed, the machinery of it being so formed, as to bend to the curve of the chimney. He had many constant customers, that were well satisfied with his mode of sweeping; and he was able to sweep chimnies four stories high. The expense of making a machine for that height would be about ten shillings, and he would sell one for fifteen; he made them of ashi, and, besides his own, had already made one for a companion over the water, who likewise found it answer. He had regularly served his time with a master sweep in Islington, and was therefore well acquainted with the mode of sweeping by boys: he thought his own a much better way, except in particular cases: the macbine would do it much cleaner than a climbing boy, for it was able to bring the scalings of the soot off the sides, which a boy could. not: he had used his machine after a boy had been up, and brought down more than three pecks of soot. When he was apprentice, he had seen boys sent up chimnies when they were actually on fire, some without clothes, and if they were burnt, the masters took no other notice of it than putting a little brine on the wounds; he had himself been burnt during the time he served his master, and had to this day the scars on his legs and back; his master had likewise been in the habit of employing bigger boys to follow the little ones when they did not climb well, and prick their feet with pins; he had

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