With that he cried and beat his breast And rearing Lindis backward pressed, Flung uppe her weltering walls again. So farre, so fast the eagre drave, Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet: Upon the roofe we sat that night, The noise of bells went sweeping by: I marked the lofty beacon light Stream from the church tower, red and high A lurid mark and dread to see; And awesome bells they were to mee, That in the dark rang "Enderby." They rang the sailor lads to guide From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed; And I-my sonne was at my side, And yet the ruddy beacon glowed; And yet he moaned beneath his breath, "O come in life, or come in death! O lost! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, To manye more than myne and me: I shall never hear her more From the meads where melick groweth, When the water, winding down, I shall never see her more Where the reeds and rushes quiver, Stand beside the sobbing river, I shall never hear her calling, Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; Quit your pipes of parsley hollow; Hollow, hollow; Come uppe Lightfoot, rise and follow; Lightfoot, Whitefoot, From the clovers lift your head; Come uppe Jetty, follow, follow, Jetty, to the milking shed." JEAN INGELOW. THE EXISTENCE OF A GOD. ["The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God.”] you can, Go out beneath the arched heavens at night, and say, if "There is no God!" Pronounce that dreadful blasphemy, and each star above you will reproach the unbroken darkness of your intellect; every voice that floats upon the night winds will bewail your utter hopelessness and folly. Is there no God? Who, then, unrolled the blue scroll, and threw upon its high frontispiece the legible gleamings of immortality? Who fashioned this green earth, with its perpetual rolling waters, and its wide expanse of islands and of main? Who settled the foundations of the mountains? Who paved the heavens with clouds, and attuned, amid the clamor of storms, the voice of thunders, and unchained the lightnings that flash in their gloom? Who gave to the eagle a safe eyrie where the tempests dwell, and beat the strongest, and to the dove a tranquil abode amid the forests that echo to the minstrelsy of her moan? Who made THEE, O man! with thy perfected elegance of intellect and form? Who made the light pleasant to thee, and the darkness a covering, and a herald to the first gorgeous flashes of the morning? There is a God. All nature declares it in a language too plain to be misapprehended. The great truth is too legibly written over the face of the whole creation to be easily mistaken. Thou canst behold it in the tender blade just starting from the earth in the early spring, or in the sturdy oak that has withstood the blasts of fourscore winters. The purling rivulet, meandering through downy meads and verdant glens, and Niagara's tremendous torrent, leaping over its awful chasm, and rolling in majesty its broad sheet of waters onward to the ocean, unite in proclaiming "THERE IS A GOD." 'Tis heard in the whispering breeze and in the howling storm; in the deep-toned thunder, and in the earthquake's shock; 'tis declared to us when the tempest lowers-when the hurricane sweeps over the land-when the winds moan around our dwellings, and die in sullen murmurs on the plain-when the heavens, overcast with blackness, ever and anon are illuminated by the lightning's glare. Nor is the truth less solemnly impressed on our minds in the universal hush and calm repose of nature, when all is still as the soft breathings of an infant's slumber. The vast ocean, when its broad expanse is whitened with foam, and when its heaving waves roll mountain on mountain high, or when the dark blue of heaven's vault is reflected with beauty on its smooth and tranquil bosom, confirms the declaration. The twinkling star, shedding its flickering rays so far above the reach of human ken, and the glorious sun in the heavens-all-all declare, there is a universal FIRST CAUSE. And Man, the proud lord of creation, so fearfully and wonderfully made—each joint in its corresponding socket— each muscle, tendon, and artery, performing their allotted functions with all the precision of the most perfect mechanism and, surpassing all, possessed of a soul capable of enjoying the most exquisite pleasure, or of enduring the most excruciating pain, which is endowed with immortal capacities, and is destined to live onward through the endless ages of eternity-these all unite in one general proclamation of the eternal truth-there is a Being, infinite in wisdom, who reigns over all, undivided and supreme-the Fountain of all life, Source of all light-from whom all blessings flow, and in whom all happiness centres. NO GOD. [Study variety and individual word expression.] Is there no God? The white rose made reply, The blue-bird warbled from his shady bower, Is there no God? The silvery ocean spray Is there no God? The greedy worm that raves For daily morsels sent of flesh and blood. Is there no God? The dying Christian's hand, No God! Who broke the shackles from the slave? We publish God!-The towering mountains cry. The dew-drop diamond on the lily's breast, The glow of Venus and the glare of Mars, The morning bursting from the clouds of night, The child's fond prattle and the mother's prayer, Mind, heart, and soul, the ever-restless breath, Beware ye doubting, disbelieving throng, There is a God; remember while ye can, "His Spirit will not always strive with man." N. K. RICHARDSON THE MODERN CAIN. [Opportunity is here afforded for great variety in expression, from pathetic to vehement, many passages requiring great intensity of feeling and utterance.] "Am I my brother's keeper ?" Long ago, When first the human heart-strings felt the touch |