It has pleased the Almighty that the nation to which we ourselves belong is a great, a valiant, and an understanding nation; it has pleased Him to give us an empire on which the sun never sets-a commerce by which the remotest nations of the earth are become our allies, our tributaries, I had almost said our neighbors; and by means (when regarded as human means, and distinct from his mysterious providence) so inadequate, as to excite our alarm as well as wonder the sovereignty over these wide and populous heathen lands. But is it for our sakes that he has given us these good gifts, and wrought these great marvels in our favor? Are we not rather set up on high in the earth, that we may show forth the light by which we are guided, and be the honored instruments of diffusing those blessings which we ourselves enjoy, through every land where our will is law, through every tribe where our wisdom is held in reverence, and in every distant isle which our winged vessels visit? If we value, then, (as who does not value?) our renown among mankind; if we exult (as who can help exulting?) in the privileges which the providence of God has conferred on the British nation; if we are thankful (and God forbid we should be otherwise) for the means of usefulness in our power; and if we love (as who does not love?) our native land, its greatness and prosperity, let us see that we, each of us in his station, are promoting to the best of our power, by example, by exertion, by liberality, by the practice of Christian justice and every virtue, the extension of God's truth among men, and the honor of that holy name whereby we are called. There have been realms before as famous as our own, and (in relation to the then extent and riches of the civilized world) as powerful and as wealthy, of which the traveller sees nothing now but ruins in the midst of a wilderness, or where the mariner only finds a rock for fishers to spread their nets. Nineveh once reigned over the east; but where is Nineveh now? Tyre had once the commerce of the world; but what is become of Tyre? But if the repentance of Nineveh had been persevered in, her towers would have stood to this day. Had the daughter of Tyre brought her gifts to the temple of God, she would have continued a queen for ever. THE STREAM OF LIFE. Life bears us on like the stream of a mighty river. Our boat at first glides down the narrow channel, through the playful murmur. ing of the little brook and the winding of its grassy border. The trees shed their blossoms over our young heads, the flowers on the brink seem to offer themselves to our young hands; we are happy in hope, and we grasp eagerly at the beauties around us-but the stream hurries on, and still our hands are empty. Our course in youth and manhood is along a wider and deeper flood, amid objects more striking and magnificent. We are animated by the moving picture of enjoyment and industry passing before us; we are excited by some short-lived disappointment. The stream bears us on, and our joys and our griefs are alike left behind us. We may be shipwrecked, but we cannot be delayed; whether rough or smooth, the river hastens toward its home, till the roar of the ocean is in our ears, and the tossing of its waves is beneath our feet, and the land lessens from our eyes, and the floods are lifted up around us, and we take our leave of earth and its inhabitants, until of our farther voyage there is no witness save the Infinite and Eternal. The poems of Bishop Heber are distinguished as chaste, pleasing, and elegant compositions, and there are passages in his "Palestine" which pass from the magnificent almost into the sublime. But his "Hymns" have been by far the most popular of his productions,-the favorites in the Christian church among all denominations. Indeed, in purity and elevation of sentiment, in simple pathos, in deep fervor and eloquent earnestness, it would be difficult to find any thing superior to them in the range of sacred lyric poetry. PALESTINE. Reft of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn, And wayworn pilgrims seek the scanty spring? No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait, No prophet-bards, thy glittering courts among, THE ISRAELITES DELIVERED FROM THEIR OPPRESSORS. Oh! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood In trustless wonder by the avenging flood! And he, whose hardened heart alike had borne The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound; The struggling spirit throbb'd in Miriam's breast. Pour'd on the winds of heaven her wild, sweet harmony. Palestine THE RISE OF SALEM. Yet still destruction sweeps the lonely plain, And who is He? the vast, the awful form, Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway, Hail the glad beam, and claim their ancient home? Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong: Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave!" THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield! By the blessed birds of heaven! "Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow; 66 Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose? Say, have kings more wholesome fare Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow: "One there lives, whose guardian eye One there lives, who, Lord of all, Keeps our feathers lest they fall: Free from doubt and faithless sorrow: TO HIS WIFE. If thou wert by my side, my love, If thou, my love, wert by my side, How gayly would our pinnace glide I miss thee at the dawning gray, I miss thee when by Gunga's stream But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I spread my books, my pencil try, But when of morn and eve the star I feel, though thou art distant far, Then on then on! where duty leads, On broad Hindostan's sultry meads, That course nor Delhi's kingly gates For sweet the bliss us both awaits Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, But ne'er were hearts so light and gay As then shall meet in thee!' WHY STAND YE IDLE? The God of glory walks his round, "No longer stand ye idle here! "Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light! Ah, fools! why stand ye idle here? "Marriage is an institution calculated for a constant scene of as much deligl. as our being is capable of. Two persons who have chosen each other out of all the species, with design to be each other's mutual comfort and entertainment, have in that action bound themselves to be good-humored, affable, discreet, forgiving, patient, and joyful, with respect to each other's frailties and imperfections, to the end of their lives. The wiser of the two (and it always happens one of them is such) will, for her or his own sake, keep things from outrage with the utmost sanctity. When this union is thus preserved. (as I have often said,) the most indifferent circumstance administers delight. Their condition is an endless source of new gratifications. The married man can say, "If I am unacceptable to all the world beside, there is one whom I entirely love, that will receive me with joy and transport, and think herself obliged to double her kindness and caresses of me from the gloom with which she sees me overcast. I need not dissemble the sorrow of my heart to be agreeable there; that very sorrow quickens her affection."-STEELE, Spectator, No. 490. |