When the balances of Heaven weigh the heroic deeds

of earth,

Many an act by mortals lauded, will be found of little

worth,

Whilst arrayed in spotless garments, angel hands shall crown above

Her whose message was the Gospel, and whose talisman

was love!

ELIZABETH.

THE CONGRESS OF NATIONS.

A mighty dome is reared in solemn state,

To hold the produce of the world's invention; * The spacious palace of the labouring great,

Whose bloodless triumphs history loves to mention.

From every land which man has made his home, Where arts and science with due culture flourish, Or trackless wastes and billows crown'd with foam, They come, the ardent mind with food to nourish.

The trophies of the past fade into gloom,

Which conquerors planted on the field of battle; Where breathing armies sunk before their doom,

And shouts of glory drown'd the low death rattle.

These things were once, while yet the world was

young,

Ere it drank wisdom from the fount of reason; Now, let a curtain o'er such scenes be hungWar's winter fled, we hail a softer season.

The sunder'd children of the human race,
Crossing their bounds to mingle with each other,
In foreign nations kindred features trace,
And learn that every mortal is their brother.

The love of art engenders love to man,

And this, in turn, the love of his Creator;

'Tis Ignorance that mars Heaven's gracious plan, And rears in blood the murderer and manhater.

A glorious epoch brightens history's page,

Shedding upon the future dazzling lustre ; How proud the thought that England is the stage, Which shall re-echo with a nation's muster!

Household Words.

FORGIVENESS.

When on the fragrant sandal tree
The woodman's axe descends;
And she who bloomed so beauteously,
Beneath the keen stroke bends;

E'en on the edge that brought her death,
Dying she breathes her sweetest breath-

As if to token in her fall,

"Peace to her foes, and love to all."
How hardly man this lesson learns,
To smile, and bless the hand that spurns,
To see the blow, and feel the pain,

But render only love again.

This spirit not to earth is given;

One had it but He came from heaven :
Reviled, rejected, and betrayed,

No curse He breathed, no plaint He made : But when in death's deep pang, He sighed, Prayed for His murderers-and died!

ANON.

THE NEGRO FUGITIVE'S APPEAL TO HIS

WHITE BROTHER.

(Especially addressed to those who have signed the Pledge of the League of Universal Brotherhood.)

Brother! 'tis not every white man,
That my sable hand would clasp;
They would shrink, as if polluted,
From a negro's friendly grasp.
But our holy pledge assures me
Thou wilt look, with pitying eye,
On my race, despised, degraded,
Held in Christian slavery.

Christian! nay, 'twas profanation,
To pollute that sacred word;
Linking it unto a system

Hateful to the Christian's Lord.
No! the slave-gang and the auction,
Cruel whip and burning brand,
Tell us of a fiend-like system,
Fit for darkest heathen land.

I have 'scaped through countless dangers
From the man who claimed my soul,

Mind, and body, as his chattels,

Subject to his full control.