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field the tree of peace, whose healing leaves should fall upon all the nations on the Continent! a light work, and a beautiful one, would it be, if they would lend each a hand, however small, to it. And, then, how worthy it would be of the children of this Sundayschool age! and what a beautiful work-ground it would be for English and American children to meet upon! O, it would be nice! And after a while, we would bring children of other countries into partnership in the enterprise; and the children in the far-off islands of the ocean should have a hand in it, if they liked, and send their odd playthings, their shells, and bits of ivory, and the little wooden gods their fathers once worshipped, to feed the peace manufactory on Waterloo; and we would have a lamb made as near like life as possible, and we would have it stand up under the neck of that old grim brass lion on the top of the death-mound, that the world might see what the children were at. Would not that be nice? And we would have packets of the sweetest little books ever made, sent from Waterloo to all the Sunday schools in England and America, and to all the Sunday schools in Europe, and far away in the Indies, and the islands of the Pacific and Indian Oceans. That would be nice! We hope soon to hear what the children of America say to this plan."

Enquiries and Correspondence.

Sanctifying God.

SIR,-I shall be greatly obliged if you will inform me in what sense the word "sanctify" is to be understood, Isaiah viii. 13.

SUSANNA.

To sanctify God is to praise, honor, and exalt him, to vindicate his glory, and declare ourselves on his side against all enemies. We can see no more impropriety in the expression, "Sanctify the Lord of Hosts," than in its opposite, "Dishonor God;" for in neither case is his character at all affected. If disposed to invent difficulties of this kind, we need not go beyond the Scriptural injunction to "magnify the Lord," as nothing we can do can make him greater than he is.

POETRY.

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"BOAST NOT THYSELF OF TO-MORROW."

A FACT.

"TO-MORROW!-oh to-morrow! I shall see my own lov'd home-
My heart beats high with happiness, I would the time were come :
I long to hear my father's voice, my mother's welcome warm,
And clasp within my arms again each well-beloved form.
To-morrow-oh! to-morrow, I shall tread my native vale,
And breathe again the perfume which floats upon the gale;
And bound across the meadows with old companions dear-
I wait, I wait impatiently-oh! would the hour were near."
So spake a bright and merry girl; the holidays were come,
Anticipations filled her mind of a pleasant visit home:
She stood beside a window, and the sun's deep crimson glow
Threw its parting beams of beauty upon her child-like brow.
Her hands were wreathing nosegays for the lov'd ones far away:
And while she bound the blooming flowers she sang a joyous lay,
A joyous lay of "Home, sweet home," her clear voice rising high
Upon the silent evening air in softest melody.

The morrow came; but not for her: her eye was closed on earth,
And vanished from her features was all gay and gladsome mirth :
The radiant bloom had left her cheek, the joyous smile was gone;
From her pale lip no longer burst its glad rejoicing tone.
Again the glorious setting sun streamed through the latticed pane;
Again it tinged the scene around with many a blushing stain;
Its red light bathed a low white couch-a youthful girl lay there;
But death had set his dark'ning seal upon her forehead fair.

Sad was the scene, the gay wreathed flowers were scattered by her side;
They, too, had lost the freshness of their lovely morning pride:
They, too, had faded, withered, died, and lay unnoticed there

By her who culled their clusters bright, with so much heedful care.
Yes, sad the scene; but let it teach the youthful and the gay,
The stern but needful lesson of our life's uncertain day.
Oh! boast not of the morrow which thou may'st not live to see,
But now; "while it is called to-day," let God thy refuge be.

Farnham.

ANNIE WHITE.

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NOT MIGHT, BUT LIGHT.

BEMOAN, thou seven-hilled Church, each bloodstained deed! And still the frenzy of mistaken rage

The untimely product of a barbarous age;
The faggot blazes, and the Church must bleed,
To shew the triumphs of a rival creed!

Uproot the stake, the jagged flames assuage;
To prove thy strength, in mercy's works engage.

Attend the needy, and the hungry feed,

The widow comfort, and the orphan cheer;

The God of Heaven thy practice shall approve :
And he who healed the high priest's servant's ear,
Shall stand propitious in thy changed career.

Thus shalt thou call a blessing from above,
And teach the precepts of the God of love.

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From Dr. Collyer's "Hymns of Israel.”*

"I SHALL not see him now,

"But Jacob's Star shall rise :
"A Prince with splendour on his brow,
“ And lightning in his eyes.

"The sceptre in his hand

"Will have resistless sway;

"Nations must bow to his command,

"And all the earth obey.

"I shall not see him nigh,

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Though I behold his face"

So Balaam spake—so all must die,
Who slight Messiah's grace.

Arise, O promised Star,

And scatter Israel's night!

Shed thy sweet influence from afar,
And bless them with thy light!

O David's Lord and Son,

Speed the predicted hour,

When they shall hail Thee on Thy throne,

In all thy sceptred power!

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London: Aylott & Jones. pp. 66. 6d. We are delighted to see our kind and venerated friend once more in print-as always, in a good cause.

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