PUBLIC LIBRAR 153861 ASTOR, LENGX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS. 1899. ... An extenfive variety of Cheap Hiftories, and other small Books, for fale by JOHN BARCOCK, near the Bridge, Hartford. They are offered as low, by the quantity, as at any store in America. A REAL TREASURE FOR THE PIŒUS MAND WHAT wanteft thou? O my foul ! with what imaginable excellency wouldít thou clothe thyfelf? What defirable object wouldst thou pitch upon? Is it beauty? The righteous fhall fhine forth as the fun in the kingdom of heav en, and the wife as the brightness of the firmament for ever and ever. Is it riches? Wealth and riches are in the houfe of God; every one in his family fhall have a rich, a glorious, an incorruptible and eternal inheritance among the faints. What is it then? Is it honor? What honor like to this, to be a load and a favorkia of God, and a poufe of Chi ? To have's crown of righteoulhefs, of life, and of glory? Yet more, a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory fet upon thy head. Yet again, is it pleafure? The juft fhall enter in to their nafter's joy, and there are rivers of pleafure: his right hand forevermore. In a word, what wouldst thou have? O myflefh, a confluence of all the glorious things both in heaven and in earth! Why, godlinefs hath the promise of this life, and of that which is to come; If heaven and the righteoufnefs thereof, be the thing thou deft feek; both heaven and earth, with the excellencies, thereof, is that which thou fhalt find NOTHING in this world I want, Tay image to my breaft restore; To prefs unto the feaft: And clothe me with thy righteoufnefs; Till Thou doft take thy bride. Chriftians Choice. I AM frail, and the world is fading; but my foul is immortal, and God is eternal. It I pitch upon the creature, either, they may take wings like an eagle that flieth towards heaven, or my foul may take its way with the rich fool, and go to hell; but if I chufe God for my portion, then mercy and goodness thali follow me whilft I live, and glory and eternity fhall crown me when I die. I will therefore now leave that which I fhall foon lofs, that fo I may embrace that which I fhall always enjoy. ONE there is, above all others, Well deferves the name of friend; Which of all our friends to fave us, Could or would have fhed the blood? But our Jets dy'd to have us Reconcil'd in him to God: This was boundless love indeed! Jefus is a friend in need. When he liv'd on earth abafed. Friend of finners was his name; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the fame: Still he calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends. Spiritual Foy and Sorrow. AS there is a fad mirth, fo there is a joyful mourning: look upon the voluptuous man, however laughter may appear in his face, yet fadnels ever centers in the heart; his carnal delights are not only in vain, but vexing; like mufic, they play him into a melancholy fit: whilft the banquet lafis, the fenfualift fings: our when the reckoning comes, his fpirit finks, bis burning candle prelenity goes out in a flinking fnuff; his fhining fun inftantly fet in the watry cloud. Solomon gives us the fun of It thus: Even in laughter the heart is forrow. ful, and the end of that mirth is heaviness. But how come to the penitential perfon, as his tears are the joy of angels, fo they are the joy of his heart, and the folace of his foul; the falter. his tears, the water his comforts, the deeper is fighs, the fuller his joy; the beams of con.. folation always fhine into this houfe of mournng, fo that his foulis in his travail with a BarDubas, and his labours bring forth the fruits of peace; infopuch, that I may truly fay, to mourn for fin, is to weep for joy. Thefe pure and pleasant streams of confolation (which is the worldlings wonder) that flow and run in thofe cryaalrivers of eternal pleafare, at God's, ight hand, they come from a weeping fpring. Why then is the mouth of wickedness opened agaluf the way of holiness? As if grace were the cleary to intomb joys; and bupiny the rycomb to bring forth felicity; int if ex |