are eighteen, and I solemnly promise you to do all that you require me ever afterwards." He that reaches his maturity without knowledge has no time left but for remorse; and he, says a distinguished moralist, that hopes to look back hereafter with satisfaction upon past years, must learn the present value of single minutes, and endeavor to let no particle of time fall useless to the ground. He who is content, like the worthless weed, to rot where he grows, to convert his heart into a sepulchre, his garden into a grave, instead of embellishing the bosom of society by his moral and intellectual bloom and beauty, can scarcely be said to live. The true enjoyments of existence are unknown to him. He takes no delight in the accomplishments of those around him, for they remind him of his hours misspent, his faculties unimproved, his opportunities neglected; and deriving no pleasure from without, he has no world within and no world above to which he can retreat for consolation and repose. bosom, hides his poor heart. A cypress, not a In this lamentable condition he yields to the unholy blandishments of vice-herds, like the prodigal, with swineextinguishing the spark of divinity which once burned brightly within him, and prostituting his glorious birthright to perpetual shame. THE SPIRITS OF THE DEPARTED. BY REV. S. F. SMITH, Prof. at Newton Theol. Sem. HINK not, when holy ones expire, Think not, when gasping nature sinks, Doth its true freedom give The friends who seem to die, alone Their ministries of love. The spirits of the just and pure, 2 Live on, unseen by human eye, No word escapes the pallid lip, No hand, with gentle pressure, soothes His smitten heart in grief o'erflows But they, who loved us once on earth, As guardian spirits o'er the good, FOUR PERIODS IN LIFE.. 0 BY REV. R. H. NEALE, OF BOSTON. Na recent visit to New York I spent some time in the Gallery of the Fine Arts. I was particularly struck with some pictures sketched by Mr. Cole, representing four periods of human life. The first painting represents a smiling, playful infant in a boat, its hands full of flowers, and floating on a stream which springs fresh and sparkling from the mountain rock; around are grassy banks covered with the fresh beauties of spring; the dew of morning and the first rays of the rising sun invest the scene only with new and increased attractions. In the stern of the boat is represented the child's guardian angel, having |