not thus have sinned; but I hope my precious Redeemer will forgive me: 'Unto his everlasting home, He bids repenting sinners come.' "And let not your children, ye mothers who stand around my bed, let them not rise into the world without correction. If you would save their everlasting souls, fail not to enjoin the strictest obedience to the truth. Teach them the consequences of disobedience, and pray that the Holy Spirit, may enable you to bring up your dear babes, in the nurture and admonition of the Lord; and teach them, as their first lesson, to 'Remember their Creator in the days of their youth, while the evil days come not.' Here, without a struggle, Jane sunk-her cold hand pressed her mother's-and her soul took its flight, to those realms of endless bliss, where the weary are at rest. May children who read these pages remember that, correction is salutary; and God's rod is often applied to save their souls from hell!' And may they with humility, learn also, to "Honour their father, and their mother, that their days may be long in the land." THE EARLY ONE. FAR o'er the vale the gloom spreads now- Cloud rolls on cloud, and torrents run, Yet chilling gales are ling'ring round, The boundless heav'ns beneath! Why-why then, sing, O sacred lyre, But 'tis not thus, to every eye, Though days are short and cheerless too: There one- yes, one—is seen to shine, How purely fair and half divine, Appears its spotless head! Sweet early one! There speaks from thee Much to the heart of thinking man : Thou'rt emblem of our infancy, When first our dawn began. And when the tender life is fled, Yet farewell, early one, for soon And thou be seen no more! THINGS DEPARTED. GREEN leaves have departed, The dove's-broken-hearted— Low moan fills the breeze, Her nest is forsaken, And she is alone, And who shall awaken The joys that are flown? The year hath departed, But what doth it speak? The bright tear hath started— Invited to soften The grief at our side! And beautiful flowers, Along our pathway, Have gilded the hours, Soon wasting away; But now they no longer Cheer up the lone soul, For blasts, bleak and stronger, Along the vale roll. Still-still is the fountain, In frozen chains bound; And hoary the mountain Where pastures are found: Creation doth slumber, The days that have been! Life's fled in deep sorrow, And broken's the string, Death seized without warning Yes!-these have departed, But wake, O my singing- |