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for, even while here below, be" walked with God;" and 80, when he was translated, and no more found, his life abore was but a continuation and perfection of his life on earth; and be still walks with God, in heaven.
My friends, is it thus ? are all our sins in the sight of a pure and holy God ? can it be that he hears the very words of our mouth, knows the very thoughts of our heart? What words, alas! for God to hear! what thoughts for God to be privy to! You are ashamed to let a man see you injure him, or bear you speak evil of him ; why is it that you are not ashamed while thus offending every day, by deed and thought, against God? It is because you are not doing what Enoch did,-you are not walking with God.
God is love: and because a full and abiding knowledge, and persuasion, and feeling of this truth are at the bottom of all true religion-are its warmth, and life, and very soul-therefore it is that this love is set forth to us under so many and such tender images in the Scriptures—images adapted to ail conditions of life, that every one may be able, in some degree, to understand this love, by comparing it with what he himself feels on some occasion. God has in such images mercifully condescended to our capacities; and you defeat His gracious design, if you dwell in generalities—if you do not use the freedom He allows—if you are afraid of degrading the subject by understanding it.
IF as yet you know not God, you know not what happiness is. Alas, poor soul! all the happiness which thou hast is bounded to this world ; thou hast no views beyond the grave; all is darkness and the shadow of death there. Thou canst not think of God without terror. Thou darest not to think of death at all; for after death comes judgment. When thou liest down at night, thou canst not look up to a Heavenly Father to watch over thee while asleep, or to receive thy soul, should.it be called away in the night, to the arms of infinite and everlasting love. When thou risest up in the morning, thou hast no one to whom to commit thyself and thy concerns for the day. Thou knowest nothing of the sweet delight of serving God even here, and of feeling His love, of giving up thyself to Him, body, soul, and spirit;--thou knowest nothing of looking forward to an eternity spent in His presence, where is fulness of joy; and at His right hand, where there are pleaBures for evermore. I invite you to be reconciled to God, in order that you may have these divine delights. Oh, taste and see how gracious the Lord is ! True, you have kept Him wait
ing long, but He still waits to have mercy. He is still in Christ“ reconciling the world to Himself.” Does your heart give way? Do you wish to come ? Come, then! “ The spirit and the bride say, come: and let him that is athirst come.” “Ho! every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters; and he that hath no money, come ye, buy and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk, without money and without price.”
The sun is setting; the light is going:-It is set; we bave lost the sun.—No, little one, the sun will rise again, amidst glowing clouds, to-morrow, to ride in brightness through the clear blue sky. Little one, as the sun sinks behind the hills tonight, and looks no longer on this part of the earth, so ere long must thou go to the grave, and no more behold the things of this world. But he that loves our Lord ... shall be raised from the grave more glorious than to-morrow's sun, and “shall shine as the brightness of the firmament,” yea, “as the stars, for ever and ever.”
Hast thou passed by the hedgerow at eventide ? and has a delicious fragrancy been all about thee, and thou knewest not whence it came ? Hast thou searched and found the sweet violet, hidden beneath its leaves, and known that it was that which gave its odours to the air around thee? Thus, my child, should the Christian make sweet the place of his abode with the perfume of his good deeds; and thus, in all humility, should be endeavour to remain unnoticed himself. When thou seest the hungry fed and the naked clothed, the sick man visited and the widow comforted, search, and thou shalt find the flower whence all this odour arose: thou shalt find full often that the Christian hath been there, constrained by the love of Christ.
Dost thou love, O little one, to see the ripe brown corn waving in the fields ? Dost thou love to hear the rustling of the ears, when the wind gently passeth over them ? Dost thou love to see the sunburnt harvest-man putting in the sickle, and binding up the wheat in the sheaves ? Dost thou love to watch the wain, with its yellow load? or to hear the flail of the labourer sounding upon the barn-floor? Remember, little one, that before the reaper can reap with delight, the husbandman must sow with care ; before the field can look gay with its yellow barvest, it must be plowed and harrowed by the strong arm of the peasant. The useless weed springeth up without culture; but corn, that is for the use of man, groweth not without care, and toil, and anxious thought, and patient waiting. Wouldest thou be as the weed that is gay for a
moment, that is of no profit to any one, and leaveth no remen. brance ? Or, wouldest thou be as the wheat, that is long before it is ripe, but, when it is brought to maturity, maketh the whole face of the earth glad, and strengtheneth the limbs and rejoiceth the heart of man? If thou, tben, wouldest be useful in thy day, if thou wouldest have men reap fruit from thee, remember, that now must the lesson of wisdom be dropped in, now must we labour and have patience, now is the seed-time, and by-and-bye shall be the harvest. Dost tbou love, O little one, to see the vine, with its ripening clusters amidst green leaves and curling tendrils ? Dost thou love to taste its luscious fruit, or to wet thy lips with the red wine? Remember, that before the grapes appear, the gardener must be busy in lopping and training the branches; before the vintage must come the pruning-time; else would the sap waste itself in useless boughs, and in autumn thou wouldest find leaves instead of fruit. So, if thou wouldest be pleasant among men, if thou wouldest have them to delight in thee, thy temper must be trained, and thy evil passions be lopped away ; else wilt thou run to waste, and produce no good fruit. Can the husbandman make the corn to grow, or can the gardener make the grapes to ripen ? Is it the plough that causeth the wheat to spring up, or the pruning-knife that produceth the clusters of the vine ? No; it is God that maketh the corn to grow, and produceth the clusters of the vine. His showen cause the wheat to spring, and the grape to swell ; and it is His sun that ripeneth them. Can the teaching of man make thee good and useful ? Can the lesson of wisdom make thee wise unto salvation ? No, little one! Pray to God, and He will teach thee; cry unto Him, and He will bless thee. If He teach thee thou wilt be wise; if He bless thee thou wilt be good and happy.
SHE planted me that lovely flower,
She watched it day by day,
She kept the blast away;
'Tis full in bloom, and all for me,
And for my gay parterre ;
And gently plant it there ·
And oh, the joy, to watch it grow,
Of that dear parent bower;
Like that transplant thee hither!
To bloom when that shall wither!
EPITAPHS ON A HUSBAND AND WIFE IN DOWN.
AMPNEY CHURCHYARD, WILTSHIRE.
TO MAKE improvements he did endeavour,
CRAVEN STREET, STRAND. AT No. 7 in this street, the great philosopher, Benjamin Franklin, lived for some time; and at No. 27, James Smith, one of the authors of the “ Rejected Addresses,” breathed his last, on the 24th December, 1839. The following pleasing trifle, composed by him during his residence in this street, is, perhaps, familiar to most of our readers :
“ In Craven-street, Strand, ten attorneys find place,
-Jesse's London and its Celebrities. That peculiar kind of charity which excels in eating dinner, and giving a subscription after it, has been ably characterised by a waiter at the London Tavern as the “The Knife-and-Forkout-Charity.”—Punch.
“I shall be at home next Sunday night,” the young lady remarked, as she followed her beau to the door, who seemed to be somewhat wavering in his attachment. “ So shall I,” was the ungallant reply.
TO FEED the land before it is hungry, to give it rest before it is weary, and to weed it before it becomes foul, are the best evidence of good farming.
THE BISHOP OF LONDON'S CHARGE. INQUIRE at the doors of St. Paul's Cathedral, and you will be told that the Bishop's charge is—“Twopence."- Punch.
TO PUSEYITE CLERGYMEN. UNDER the patronage of the Lady Abbess and Sisters of the Convent of the Belgravians, and of the Father Superior of the Monastery of Pimlico, with the brethren of that establishment. Mr. Punch begs to offer his Patent Ecclesiastical Achromati. con, or Pallefacient Fluid, for blanching the complexion, and imparting to the face that delicate pallor which is the recog. nised indication of severe thought and study. Also, his Mace. rative Elixir, or Ascetic Solution, for the attenuation of the frame, warranted to reduce the stoutest proportions to the most interesting slenderness, and produce in the space of a few days a personal appearance not to be distinguished from the results of years of abstinence. A few doses will occasion such a wasting of the cheeks as to render the exertion of sucking them in quite superfluous.
NOTES AND QUERIES. WHEN a child is dying, people in some parts of Holland are accustomed to shade it by the curtains from the parents' gaze, the soul being supposed to linger in the body as long as a compassionate eye is fixed upon it. Thus, in Germany, he who sheds tears when leaning over an expiring friend, or, bending over the patient's couch, does but wipe them off, enhances, they say, the difficulty of death's last struggle.
O LORD! the guardian of my life,
To my request give ear :
Have mercy, Lord, and bear.
More prosp'rous times to see,
Shine brightly, Lord, on me..