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and invoking blessings upon them. About two hours before his death, he spoke to the friend at his bedside these remarkable words, solemn as eternity and beautiful as the love which fills it:

"There is a spirit which I feel which delights to do no evil, nor to avenge any wrong; but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end; its hope is to outlive all wrath and contention, and to weary out all exultation and cruelty, or whatever is of a nature contrary to itself. It sees to the end of all temptations; as it bears no evil in itself, so it conceives none in thought to any other if it be betrayed, it bears it, for its ground and spring is the mercy and forgiveness of God. Its crown is meekness; its life is everlasting love unfeigned; it takes its kingdom with entreaty, and not with contention, and keeps it by lowliness of mind. In God alone it can rejoice, though none else regard it, or can own its life. It is conceived in sorrow, and brought forth with none to pity it; nor doth it murmur at grief and oppression. It never rejoiceth but through sufferings, for with the world's joy it is murdered. I found it alone, being forsaken. I have fellowship therein with them who lived in dens and desolate places of the earth, who through death obtained resurrection and eternal Holy Life."

So died James Nayler. He was buried in "Thomas Parnell's burying-ground, at King's Rippon," in a green nook of rural England. Wrong and violence, and temptation and sorrow, and evil-speaking, could reach him no more. And in taking leave of him, let us say with old Joseph Wyeth, where he touches upon this case in his Anguis Flagellatus: "Let none insult, but take heed lest they also, in the hour of their temptation, do fall away." J. G. WHITTIER.

DUTY! the star to every wandering barque,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken.

The Neglected Call.

WHEN the fields were white with harvest, and the labourers were

few,

Heard I thus a voice within me, "here is work for thee to do;
Come thou up and help the reapers, I will show thee now the way,
Come and help them bear the burden and the toiling of the day;"
"For a more convenient season," thus I answered, " will I wait,"
And the voice reproving murmured, "hasten, ere it be too late."
Yet I heeded not the utterance, listening to lo! here-lo! there-
I lost sight of all the reapers in whose work I would not share;
Followed after strange devices-bowed my heart to gods of stone,
Till like Ephraim joined to idols, God well nigh left me alone;
But the angel of His patience followed on my erring track,
Setting here and there a landmark, wherewithal to guide me back.
Onward yet I went, and onward, till there met me on the way,
A poor prodigal returning, who like me, had gone astray,
And his faith was strong and earnest, that a father's house would be
Safest shelter from temptation, for such sinful ones as he;
"Read the lesson," said the angel, "take the warning and re-
pent,"

But the wily Tempter queried, "ere thy substance be unspent? "Hast thou need to toil and labour? art thou fitted for the work? Many a hidden stone to bruise thee, in the harvest field doth lurk; There are others called beside thee-and perchance the voice may be,

But thy own delusive fancy, which thou hearest calling theeThere is time enough before thee, all thy footsteps to retrace;" Then I yielded to the Tempter-and the angel veiled her face. Pleasure beckoned in the distance, and her syren song was sweet, "Through a thornless path of flowers, gently I will guide thy feet; Youth is as a rapid river, gliding noiselessly away,

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THE NEGLECTED CALL.

Earth is but a pleasant garden; cull its roses whilst thou may; Press the juice from purple clusters, fill life's chalice with the wine, Taste the fairest fruits which tempt thee, all its richest fruits are thine."

Ah! the path was smooth and easy-but a snare was set therein,
And the feet were oft entangled in the fearful mesh of sin,
And the canker worm was hidden in the rose leaf folded up,
And the sparkling wine of pleasure was a fatal Circean cup;
All its fruits were Dead Sea apples, tempting only to the sight,
Fair yet filled with dust and ashes-beautiful, but touched with
blight.

"Oh! my Father," cried I inly, "Thou hast striven-I have willed,
Now the mission of the angel of Thy patience is fulfilled;
I have tasted earthly pleasures, yet my soul is craving food,
Let the summons Thou hast given to Thy harvest be renewed;
I am ready now to labour-wilt thou call me once again?
I will join thy willing reapers as they garner up the grain."

But the still small voice within me, earnest in its truth and deep,
Answered my awakened conscience, "As thou sowest thou shalt

reap;

God is just, and retribution follows each neglected call;

Thou hadst thy appointed duty taught thee by the Lord of all,
Thou wert chosen-but another filled the place assigned thee,
Henceforth in my field of labour thou mayst but a gleaner be.
"But a work is still before thee-sce thou linger not again,
Separate the chaff thou gleanest, beat it from among the grain,
Follow after these my reapers, let thine eyes be on the field,
Gather up the precious handfuls their abundant wheat sheaves
yield;

Go not hence to glean, but tarry from the morning until night,
Be thou faithful, thou mayst yet find favour in thy Master's sight."
Phila., 11th Mo. 1850.

H. LLOYD.

Erology.

"OF all the studies which relate to the material universe, there is none, perhaps, which appeals so powerfully to our senses, or which comes into such close and immediate contact with our wants and enjoyments, as that of Geology. In our hourly walks, whether on business or for pleasure, we tread with heedless step upon the apparently uninteresting objects which it embraces but could we rightly interrogate the rounded pebble at our feet, it would read us an exciting chapter on the history of primeval times, and would tell us of the convulsions by which it was wrenched from its parent rock, and of the floods by which it was abraded, and transported to its present humble locality. In our visit to the picturesque and the sublime in nature we are brought into close proximity to the more interesting phenomena of geology. In the precipices which protect our rock-girt shores, which flank our mountain glens, or which variegate our lowland valleys, and in the shapeless fragments at their base, which the lichen colours, and round which the ivy twines, we see the remnants of uplifted and shattered beds, which once reposed in peace at the bottom of the ocean. Nor does the rounded bowlder which would have defied the lapidary's wheel of the Giant Age, give forth a less oracular response from its grave of clay, or from its lair of sand. Floated by ice from some Alpine summit, or hurried along in torrents of mud, and floods of water, it may have traversed a quarter of the globe, amid the crash of falling forests, and the death shrieks of the noble animals which they sheltered. The mountain range, too, with its catacombs below, along which the earthquake transmits its terrific sounds, reminds us of the mighty power by which it was upheaved,while the lofty peak with its cap of ice, or its nostrils of fire, places in our view the tremendous agencies which have been at work beneath us.

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But it is not merely amid the powers of external nature, that the once hidden things of the earth are presented to our view. Our temples and our palaces are formed from the rocks of a primeval age: bearing the very ripple-marks of a Pre-Adamite ocean-grooved by the passage of the once moving bowlder, and embosoming the relics of an ancient life, and the plants by which it was sustained. Our dwellings, too, are ornamented with the variegated limestones-the indurated tombs of molluscous life— and our apartments heated with the carbon of primeval forests, and lighted with the gaseous element which it confines. From the green bed of the ocean has been raised the pure and spotless marble, to mould the divine lineaments of beauty, and perpetuate the expressions of intellectual power. From a remoter age, and a still greater depth, the primary and secondary rocks have yielded a rich tribute to the chaplet of rank, and to the processes of art. The diamond and the sapphire, while they shine in the royal diadem, and in the imperial sceptre, are invaluable instruments in the hands of the artisan: and the ruby and the topaz, and the emerald and the chrysoberyl, have been scattered from the jewel caskets of our mother Earth, to please the eye, and to gratify the vanity of her children."

SIR DAVID BREWSTER.

If there be sermons in stones, what think ye of the hymns and psalms, matin and vesper, of the lark, who, at heaven's gate sings of the wren, who pipes his thanksgivings, as the slant sunbeam shoots athwart the massy portal of the cave, in whose fretted roof she builds her nest above the waterfall?

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