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. - "BOAST NOT THYSELF OF TO-MORROW." A FACT. "TO-MORROW!-oh to-morrow! I shall see my own lov'd home- The morrow came; but not for her: her eye was closed on earth, Sad was the scene, the gay wreathed flowers were scattered by her side; By her who culled their clusters bright, with so much heedful care. Farnham. ANNIE WHITE. 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; Uproot the stake, the jagged flames assuage; Attend the needy, and the hungry feed, The widow comfort, and the orphan cheer; The God of Heaven thy practice shall approve : Thus shalt thou call a blessing from above, From Dr. Collyer's "Hymns of Israel.”* "I SHALL not see him now, "But Jacob's Star shall rise : "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, 66 Though I behold his face" So Balaam spake—so all must die, Arise, O promised Star, And scatter Israel's night! Shed thy sweet influence from afar, O David's Lord and Son, Speed the predicted hour, When they shall hail Thee on Thy throne, In all thy sceptred power! * 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. |