diffused throughout the earth a faint foretaste of the blessings of futurity. It is benign as the light of heaven, and comprehensive as its span.-An iris in the sky of the Christian, it quickens perseverance with the promises of reward-reanimates the drooping spirit-invigorates the decrepitude of age-and directs, with a prophetic ken, to the regions of eternal felicity. Like the sun, it gilds every object with its rays, without being diminished in its lustre, or shorn of its power. man. INTEGRITY Integrity is a great and commendable virtue.—A man of integrity is a true man, a bold man, and a steady He is to be trusted and relied upon. No bribes can corrupt him, no fear daunt him. His word is slow in coming, but sure. He shines brightest in the fire, and his friend hears of him most when he most needs him. His courage grows with danger, and conquers opposition by obstinacy. As he cannot be flattered or frighted into that he dislikes, so he hates flattery and temporizing in others. He runs with truth and not with the times-with right and not with might his rule is straight, soon seen, but too seldom followed. SIMPLICITY OF MANNERS. If we look into the manners of the most remote ages of the world, we discover human nature in her simplicity -and the more we come down to our own times, may observe her hiding herself in artifices and refinements, polished insensibly out of her original plainness, and at length entirely lost under form and ceremony, (and what we call) good breeding. Read the accounts of men and women as they are given us by the most ancient writers, both sacred and profane, and you would think you were reading the history of another species. ALLEGORY Every fly, and every pebble, and every flower, are tutors in the great school of nature, to instruct the mind and improve the heart. The four Elements are the four volumes, in which all her works are written. POETRY & MUSIC. THE TWO ADVENTS-A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY. BY THE REV. G. W. DOANE. He came not with his heavenly crown, his sceptre clad with power, His coming was in feebleness, the infant of an hour, An humble manger cradled first the Virgin's holy birth, And lowing herds companioned there the Lord of heaven and earth, He came not in his robe of wrath, with arm outstretched to slay, But on the darkling paths of earth to pour celestial day, To guide in peace the wandering feet, the broken heart to bind, And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek! and therefore unto thee, Yet once again thy sign shall be upon the heavens displayed, For not in weakness clad thou com'st, our woes, our sins to bear, But thou hast sworn, and will not change, thy faithful shall not fail! OUR DAILY PATHS. BY MRS, HEMANS. There's Beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes Or a cottage-window sparkles forth in the last red light of day. Or where a swift and sunny gleam on the birchen-stems is thrown, And a soft wind playing parts the leaves, in copses green and lone. We may find it in the winter boughs, as they cross the cold blue sky, While soft on icy pool and stream their pencilled shadows lie, When we look upon their tracery, by the fairest frost-work bound, Whence the flitting redbreast shakes a shower of crystals to the ground. Yes! Beauty dwells in all our paths-but Sorrow too is there; Yet should this be? Too much, too soon, despondingly we yield! A sweeter by the birds o heaven-which tell us, in their flight, -Aye, when they commune with themselves in holy hours of peace, THE PILGRIM'S HOME. There are climates of sunshine, of beauty, and gladness, Condemned from his friends and his kindred to roam, He looks on the brightness of lovelier nations, But his heart and his wishes still turn to his home. Not such is the Christian-devoted, believing, Through storm and through sunshine his trust shall abide, The way that he wends may be dark or deceiving, But heaven is his shrine, and the Lord is his guide. And when death's warning angel around him shall hover, It tells that his toils and temptations are over "Tis the voice of his Father; it calls to his home. Lon. Amulet. THE RUINED TOWER. I saw upon a lonely height, The ruins of a beauteous tower; That reared alone its head in air, And wreathed its sheltering foliage there. SONNET, TO WINTER. Welcome to thee, in all thy loneliness! What though the flowers of spring no longer bloom, And summer's sweets are slumbering in the tomb, Stern monitor! I do not love thee less. There is a grandeur in the raging storm, That wheels its course in giant fury by- That spreads its mantle o'er thy haggard form. And sweep with hurried hand tired nature's trembling lyre! PHILOSOPHY'S CELL. W. G. C. Philosophy's cell is dug deep in the ground, "Tis cold and 'tis comfortless all, There the sunbeams of Heaven no entrance have found, And the rushlight that gleams on the wall Scarce enables this goddess of man's feeble brain, To distinguish her own dreary way, And no avenue leads her that world to obtain, Where shadow shall melt into day; No tidings of heavenly peace had been known No bright gleam of righteousness ever has shone, Here the blossoms of genius and science have blown, (From the Christian Lyre, edited by the Rev. J. Leavitt.) STAR OF BETHLEHEM. e When marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering star alone of all the train, Can fix the cho-rus breaks, From eve-ry host, from eve-ry gem; But 1 When marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, From every host, from every gem; 2 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem: When suddenly a Star arose, 3 It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark foreboding cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. For ever and for evermore, |