To ask his sympathy, his care, his love, Blend all thy thoughts with his, with filial fear Thou knowest an emblem, faint indeed and dim, And from despair, and darkness, and thick doubt, The thousand wards of earthly mysteries, Of goodness, truth, or beauty-'tis to those Whose hearts are right, whose beings one with God, Who in him find their all-to other men, The beauteous things that pass them by on earth, Oh yes, they are immortal, but it is An immortality of deathless woe, That haunts them with the sting of lost delight. And once again, retracing all my steps, Those passion fountains of unfathomed depth, Of Peace broods over evermore, and there And oh, the blessed change !—they vanish'd not. But yet what has been, shall be, aye and is.” In peace, my spirit lingered on the scenes Those isles too often few and far between, E. H. B. DIALOGUE ON CONFIRMATION. Ellen and Fanny. Fanny. Ellen, I am so glad I have met you just now, we can take a turn round the field, and go on talking on the subject we were upon yesterday. Ellen. I am very glad we have met. Fanny. When I think that I have indeed been confirmed, I cannot tell you what I feel. Ellen. Of course you cannot tell me. The gratitude of the soul that is "called and chosen," can be told only to the Saviour who has called and chosen her. Fanny. When I think that though my dear pious parents dedicated me to Jesus when I was an infant, though they always endeavoured to teach me every thing good, though God has showered such unnumbered mercies on me, giving me health, and food, and clothes, and a happy home, besides giving me the Bible, and his ministers to preach the gospel to me, and more, much more than I can reckon up; yet I loved him not, I contented myself with a form of godliness, I saw no beauty in the Saviour, Christ was not precious to me, and now during the last year, without the smallest merit of my own, He has given me another heart, and made me take such a different view of every thing, "I have heard of Thee by the hearing of the ear, but now mine eye seeth Thee," and when I think I have now been given this opportunity of joining myself to the Lord, in a perpetual covenant which shall not be forgotten, it seems to myself as if I must be the happiest human being upon earth. Ellen. Yes, and there is another reflection, dear child, which must solemnize and heighten your gratitude, making you humble while it makes you happy. When you reflect that all this mercy of God to your soul was not an afterthought, if I may so speak-not a mere relenting on the part of God out of compassion to your perishing condition when He saw you walking in darkness, but that long before you were born, even before the foundations of the world were laid, even from all eternity, the salvation of your soul, even yours, was planned in the counsels of the Most High, and your unworthy name was written in heaven; you must feel that while human boasting is for ever excluded, your soul must magnify the Lord, and glory in Him for ever, and for ever. Fanny, (after a pause.) Ellen, how did you feel when you were confirmed? Ellen. It was many years ago, dear Fanny-ten years this spring-but I perfectly remember it; I did not feel as you do now, nor indeed like a child of God at all. I felt very little about the matter. I considered it a proper custom like going to church. I thought God would bless me when the Bishop put his hand on me, but I had not one sufficient reason for expecting to be so blest, except a sort of notion that I was trying to be good; in short I was trusting in myself, and not in the blood of Jesus. Fanny. Oh, Ellen, it does so astonish me that any should trust in themselves for salvation. I think I should hardly care for salvation if it were to be earned: but when I look on it as a gift-a free gift, and say, |