Thou hears't me not; thy heart's asleep To that rest to which he'll take us. NIGHT. THE Sun has reposed itself upon the breast of the ocean, the day is closed, and night clad in her sable mantle succeeds. But to relieve the gloom, and make even the face of night appear lovely, the moon beams forth with mild refulgence, and sheds her silvery light upon our midnight path Thou reigning beauty of the night, Arise and to that Sovereign Power, What innumerable worlds of light do I now see coming forth shining in the firmament of Heaven! Some with their own, and others with borrowed lustre, each looking to us no larger than a diamond set in a ring, yet in reality they are worlds much larger than the globe which we inhabit. What a magnificent spectacle to gaze upon! Compared with this all earthly glory is as dust. O GOD, when I look upon these refulgent orbs, when I contemplate the vast fabric of the universe, I am lost in my own nothingness, and exclaim "What is man that thou art mindful of him, or the son of man that thou visitest him!" Yet when I consider myself, I find that I have something within me which is superior even to these resplendent worlds, for although they shine forth with so much grandeur, they are void of intelligence, and strangers to their own beauties; whilst I, who am but a worm of the dust as respects my body, am endowed with an immortal soul which can contemplate the beauty and order of these shining orbs, and adore their great Artificer. But O my God, if these thy works are so glorious to behold, what must thou thyself be, who fillest immensity, who art the King eternal, immortal, and invisible, and dwellest in light which no man can approach unto, whom no man hath seen nor can see Thou, O Lord, didst call these innumerable worlds out of chaos, didst strew them over the vast infinitude of space, and thou dost so govern their revolutions, that they preserve the utmost harmony. O Lord, how great are thy works in wisdom hast thou made them all. "Thou tellest the number of the stars, and callest them all by their names." These resplendent orbs are so numerous that were this earth annihilated, its absence would no more be perceived than a leaf of the forest. And yet, His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies; O that my mind were equal to the mighty task of comprehending the magnificence of thy works! That as I now pass from flower to flower, I might go from star to star, and gaze on new wonders and behold new beauties, until I come to the august sanctuary where thou sittest in ineffable glory. But this would be too much for frail mortality. I must die before these desires can be fulfilled. Flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God. Blessed be the Son of God for ever, who has brought life and immortality to light by the Gospel. He has opened a bright pathway to the skies. Through faith in his blood, shed to wash away sin, I obtain forgiveness, and hope one day to shine as the brightness of the firmanent, and as a star for ever and ever! Leicester. LITTLE CHILDREN. SPORTING through the forest wide; R. W. All among the mountains wild; Like the flowers, that spring up fair, With their wishes, hopes, and fears; Little children, not alone On the wide earth are ye known; MARY HOWITT. THE TWO NEIGHBOURS. In a small country town in Massachusetts, there lived two wealthy farmers, whose lands adjoined each other. From some common causes, such as trespassing of cattle, poor fences, &c., they became very inimical to each other; and finally got into the law, and spent a great deal of money for trifling supposed offences. They would often injure themselves for the sake of injuring each other. They went even so far as to make two fences on the division line of their farms, and in one place, where a lane was left open for the accommodation of one to go to his field, the other went and pulled down a good straight fence and made a crooked |