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John Woolman.

"who in all things are circumspect:" that nothing we do may carry the appearance of approbation of the works of wickedness, make the unrighteous more at ease in unrighteousness, or occasion the injuries committed against the oppressed to be more lightly looked over.

The prophet, in a sight of the Divine work amongst many people, declared, in the name of the Lord, " I will gather all nations and tongues, and they shall come and see my glory." Behold here how the prophets bad an inward sense of the spreading of the kingdom of Christ: and how He was spoken of as one who should "take the heathen for his inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for his possession," " that he was given for a light to the Gentiles; and for salvation to the ends of the earth." When we meditate on this Divine work, as a work of ages: a work that the prophets felt long before Christ appeared visibly on earth, and remember the bitter agonies he endured, when He " poured out his soul unto death," that the heathen nations as well as others might come to the knowledge of the Truth and be saved: when we contemplate this marvellous work as that which " the angels desire to look into," and behold people amongst whom this light hath eminently broken forth, and who have received many favours from the bountiful hand of our heavenly Father, not only indifferent with respect to publishing the glad tidings amongst the Gentiles, as yet sitting in darkness and entangled with many superstitions: but aspiring after wealth and worldly honours, and taking means to obtain their ends, tending to stir up wrath and indignation, and to beget an aborrence in them to the name of Christianity—when these things are weightily attended to, how mournful is the subject!

Well sang the Roman Bard—" all human things
Of dearest value, hang on slender strings."


If the hard heart must be smitten ere the springs of life can flow,
As the waters locked in Horeb'gushed beneath the prophet's blow,
If the veil before the temple where our idols are enshrined,
Must be rent in twain to teach us we are weak and frail and blind;
If the whirlwind and the fire must, the still small voice precede,
Wakening in our souls the echo, Earth is but a failing reed;
If the waves which overwhelm us may not in their wrath be

Grant us still to feel, Oh! Father; "It is I—be not afraid."

If beside our household altars we grow weary of our trust,
If the wing of Faith is broken, and her pinions trail in dust:
If we faint beneath our burdens, as we vainly question why,
All our springs of consolation, and our wells of hope are dry?
If our cup from Marah's fountain be replenished o'er and o'er,
Till the dregs are drops of bitter Earth has not a solace for;
Though our strength be born of suffering—though our hearts be
sore dismayed,

Oh sustain us with thy presence—" It is I—be not afraid."

If our pleasant pictures fading, leave a back ground of despair, Let a ray of light from Heaven beam upon the darkness there, As in some old time-worn painting which the dust has gathered o'er,

Light discloses to the gazer beauty all unknown before; So the bright rays piercing downward through the mist which round us lies,

May illume Life's darkened canvass, and reveal before our eyes, Glimpses sweet of pleasant waters, where our footsteps shall be stayed,

As we hearken to the whisper—" It is I—be not afraid."

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It may be the spirit strengthens, and the soul grows pure and white,

When the clouds of sorrow darken, and all starless is the night;
That within their gloom is gathered, gentle and refreshing rain,
Every little germ of patience quickening into life again!
But we fain would come before Thee, ere the evil days draw

Ere the sun and moon are darkened, or the clouds are in our sky;
While life's silver cord is binding us to gladness and to mirth,
And its golden bowl is filling from the choicest founts of earth.

While the fragrance and the beauty of our morning round us lies,

We would of the heart's libation pour to Thee a sacrifice; Trustful that the hand which scatters blessings every morning new,

Would refill the urn of offering, as a floweret with the dew:
Pure and sweet the exhalations from a grateful heart to Heaven,
Unto Thee then be the incense of our Cardiphonia given,
Ere the noontide sun shall wither, or the gathering twilight hour,
Closes the outpouring chalice of the morn's expanded flower.

Hannah Lloyd.

It is easy, in the world, to live after the world's opinion: it is easy in solitude to live after our own. But the great man, is he, who in the midst of the crowd, keeps, with perfect sweetness, the independence of his character.


In every species of writing, whether we consider style or sentiment, simplicity is a beauty.

arquisition of Knomlefrge.

It is surely a blessed thing to see a young person, with the world at her feet, retaining amidst its contaminating atmosphere the pure enamel of simplicity.—Jebb.

Some persons object, and perhaps with too much reason, that the acquisition of knowledge has frequently an injurious tendency upon the minds of young persons, who, imagining themselves prodigies of literature, become inflated with vanity, and render themselves ridiculous and disgusting. This may some times be the case, though it is not unlikely that persons who are vain of their intellectual attainments, would have been vain of something less honourable, had their understandings been suffered to remain unimproved ; let them only pursue their studies farther and farther, and they will find the fields of science so continually extending, and in every path so many precursors, who have left their puny achievements far behind, that they must discover far greater reason to be astonished and abashed at their own comparative littleness and ignorance, than to flatter themselves that they are wise. The acquisition of very important branches requires no abilities above the common level; diligent application and steady perseverance often effect much more than the dazzling but irregular flights of genius. The increased pursuit of knowledge would naturally diminish the force of the temptation; by becoming less rare, it will appear more neccessary and not so imposing. It will be worn as an essential article of dress—of which propriety does not allow the neglect —rather than as an ornament to glitter and to dazzle."

M. Fox's Biography.

I Have fire-proof perrennial enjoyments, called employments


JUental Cultiontion.

At the present time, when the diffusion of knowledge is became an object of general attention, and when efforts are being made, on an extended scale, to carry the blessings of education into the lowest huts of poverty, does it not become more peculiarly the duty of those who occupy a somewhat higher station in society, to direct their energies to the cultivation of the mind,—to the expansion of those intellectual faculties, with which the great Author of our being has dignified his creature, man, and which were undoubtedly bestowed upon him for great and noble purposes, that he might employ them, under the regulating influence of religious principle, to the praise of his Creator, and to the improvement of his species.

The pursuit of laudable and useful science, appears to be fraught with results of no ordinary importance; not only multiplying advantageous discoveries, but, by the acquirement of languages, facilitating communicatien between the most remote regions of the earth, and thereby gradually preparing the way for the more complete fulfilment of the glorious promises of the gospel.

But the good of mankind in general, is not the only advantage resulting from study. It invigorates the tone of the mind, and, next to the restraints of religion, furnishes the best preservatives of virtue, by providing a sober and rational entertainment for those hours of leisure, which might otherwise be passed in the tumult of dissipation, or lost in the inanity of idleness. And certainly, to those who are, by wise regulations, excluded from the amusements of the gay, it would be highly desirable to become in some degree qualified to enjoy the society of the cultivated and intelligent.

Memoirs Of Maria Fox.

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