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And so in one stem flourish :-that all laws
And powers of government be based and used
In good, and for the people's sake;—that each
May feel himself of consequence to all,

And act as though all saw him!-that the whole,
The mass of every nation, may so do

As is most worthy of the next to God;

For a whole people's souls, each one worth more
Than a mere world of matter, make combined
A something godlike-something like to Thee.
pray Thee for the welfare of all men.

We

Let monarchs who love truth and freedom feel
The happiness of safety and respect

From those they rule, and guardianship from Thee.
Let them remember they are set on thrones
As representatives, not substitutes,

Of nations, to implead with God and man.
Let tyrants who hate truth, or fear the free,
Know that to rule in slavery and error,

For the mere ends of personal pomp and power,
Is such a sin as doth deserve a hell

To itself sole. Let both remember, Lord!
They are but things like-natured with all nations;
That mountains issue out of plains; and not
Plains out of mountains, and so likewise kings
Are of the people, not the people of kings.
And let all feel, the rulers and the ruled,
All classes and all countries, that the world
Is thy great halidom; that Thou art King,
Lord! only owner and possessor. Grant
That nations may now see, it is not kings,
Nor priests they need fear so much as themselves :
That if they keep but true to themselves, and free,
Sober, enlighten'd, godly-mortal men

Become impassible as air, one great

And indestructible substance as the sea.
Let all on thrones and judgment-seats reflect
How dreadful Thy revenge through nations is

On those who wrong them; but do Thou grant, Lord!
That when wrongs are to be redress'd, such may
Be done with mildness, speed, and firmness, not
With violence or hate, whereby one wrong
Translates another-both to Thee abhorrent.

The bells of time are ringing changes fast.
Grant, Lord! that each fresh peal may usher in
An era of advancement, that each change
Prove an effectual, lasting, happy gain,
And we beseech Thee, overrule, O God!
All civil contests to the good of all;
All party and religious difference
To honourable ends, whether secured
Or lost; and let all strife, political

Or social, spring from conscientious aims,
And have a generous self-ennobling end,
Man's good and Thine own glory in view always!
The best may then fail and the worst succeed
Alike with honour. We beseech Thee, Lord!
For bodily strength, but more especially

For the soul's health and safety. We entreat Thee
In Thy great mercy to decrease our wants,
And add autumnal increase to the comforts
Which tend to keep men innocent, and load

Their hearts with thanks to Thee as trees in bearing:-
The blessings of friends, families, and homes,
And kindnesses of kindred. And we pray
That men may rule themselves in faith in God,
In charity to each other, and in hope
Of their own soul's salvation :-that the mass,
The millions in all nations, may be train'd,
From their youth upwards, in a nobler mode,
To loftier and more liberal ends. We pray
Above all things, Lord! that all men be free
From bondage, whether of the mind or body--
The bondage of religious bigotry,

And bald antiquity, servility

Of thought or speech to rank and power;-be all
Free as they ought to be in mind and soul
As well as by state-birthright:-and that Mind,
Time's giant pupil, may right soon attain
Majority, and speak and act for himself.

Incline Thou to our prayers, and grant, O Lord!
That all may have enough, and some safe mean
Of worldly goods and honours, by degrees.
Take place, if practicable, in the fitness

And fulness of Thy time. And we beseech Thee,
That Truth no more be gagg'd, nor conscience dungeon'd,

Nor science be impeach'd of godlessness,
Nor faith be circumscribed, which as to Thee,
And the soul's self-affairs is infinite;
But that all men may have due liberty
To speak an honest mind, in every land,
Encouragement to study, leave to act

As conscience orders.

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Oh! may the hour

Soon come when all false gods, false creeds, false prophets,—
Allowed in Thy good purpose for a time,-
Demolish'd, the great world shall be at last
The mercy-seat of God, the heritage
Of Christ, and the possession of the Spirit,
The comforter, the wisdom! shall all be

One land, one home, one friend, one faith, one law,
Its ruler, God; its practice, righteousness;
Its life, peace! For one true faith we pray;
There is but one in Heaven, and there shall be
But one on earth, the same which is in Heaven.

Passages for the Memory.

ENDURANCE.

Man's best philosophy-life's purest creed,
Christian as Epictetic, is :-to bear
Our yoke unmurmuring; balance that we need

With that which we desire; to bound our prayer
To heaven's good pleasure; make the word and deed
Our heart's true mirror; in our breast to wear
Bravely our badge; and if at last we leave

Some trait worth name, what more could man achieve? DR. W. BEATTIE.

BEAUTY.

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit,
That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart,
And gives it a new pulse unknown before!
The

grave discredits thee: thy charms expunged, Thy roses faded, and thy lilies soil'd,

What hast thou more to boast of? will thy lovers Flock round thee now, to gaze and do thee homage? Methinks I see thee, with thy head laid low,

Whilst surfeited upon thy damask cheek
The high-fed worm, in lazy volumes roll'd,
Riots unscared. For this was all thy caution?
For this thy painful labours at thy glass,

To improve those charms and keep them in repair,
For which the spoiler thanks thee not? Foul feeder!
Coarse fare and carrion please thee full as well,
And leave as keen a relish on the sense.

BLAIR.

A WARNING.

Beautiful, yes! but the blush will fade,

The light grow dim which the blue eyes wear;
The gloss will vanish from curl and braid,
And the sunbeam die in the waving hair.
Turn from the mirror, and strive to win
Treasures of loveliness still to last;
Gather earth's glory and bloom within,

That the soul may be bright when youth is past.
MRS. OSGOOD.

FAITH.

Oh! how unlike the complex works of man,
Heaven's easy, artless, unincumber'd plan!
No meretricious graces to beguile,
No clustering ornaments to cloy the pile;
From ostentation as from weakness free,
It stands like the cerulean arch we see,
Majestic in its own simplicity.
Inscribed above the portals from afar,
Conspicuous as the brightness of a star,
Legible only by the light they give,
Stand the soul-quickening words-

LOVE.

-BELIEVE AND LIVE.

COWPER.

The earth is full of love, albeit the storms
Of passion mar its influence benign,

And drown its voice with discords. Every flower,
That to the sun its heaving breast expands,
Is born of love; and every song of birds,
That floats mellifluous on the balmy air,
Is but a love-note.

THOS. RAGG.

MOZART'S REQUIEM.

By Mrs. HEMANS.

A short time before the death of Mozart, a stranger of respectable appearance and in deep mourning called at his house and requested him to compose a requiem for the funeral of a person of distinction. The composer, who was in a highly nervous state, imagined that this was an omen of his own decease, and that the requiem would be for himself, which was actually the case, for the music was performed at his own interment.

A REQUIEM! and for whom?

For beauty in its bloom?

For valour fall'n-a broken rose or sword?

A dirge for king or chief,

With pomp of stately grief,

Banner, and torch, and waving plume, deplored?

Not so-it is not so!

The warning voice I know,

From other worlds a strange mysterious tone;
A solemn funeral air

And

It call'd me to prepare,

my

heart answer'd secretly-my own!

One more then-one more strain,
In links of joy and pain

Mighty the troubled spirit to enthral;
And let me breathe my dower
Of passion and of power
Full into that deep lay-the last of all.

The last!-and I must go
From this bright world below,

This realm of sunshine, ringing with sweet sound;
Must leave its festal skies,

With all their melodies,

That ever in my breast glad echoes found.

Yet have I known it long;

Too restless and too strong

Within this clay hath been th' o'ermastering flame;
Swift thoughts, that came and went

Like torrents o'er me sent,

Have shaken, as a reed, my thrilling frame.

Like perfumes on the wind,
Which none may stay or bind,

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