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And so the mighty waters bare them up,
Then I look'd
Upon the child, to see if her young thought
Since, many a time-
Mothers can tell how oft,
Fast bound, shall dare the billows of the world,
WORSHIP OF IDOLS.
THEY tell me that beyond the seas,
The children there were never told
Who made mankind, and all the earth,
They never heard of Jesus Christ,
Oh, what a wretched state is theirs!
If I delight in earthly things,
I worship idols just as they
What is the use of all I know
THE INFANT PRINCE.
A PRINCE has been born to fill a high station,
This "Infant of days" "in the fulness of time,"
Shall look from their dwellings to see this Bright Star.
TO MR. AND MRS. G
Who lost four children in five days, from 3 to 13 years of age.
Which overspreads your sky,-yet, beauteous there
Plac'd by the hand of Him whose love's supreme.
And should they see your tears, methinks they'll say,
J. D. M.
ABOUT THE SOUL.
ONE evening, Mrs. Stanhope took her seat by the table, and told Eliza to come and sit by her. Eliza seemed glad to talk with her mother, and Mrs. Stanhope was also happy to talk with her, for she was quiet and attentive to what her mother said.
Eliza, can you tell me what matter
Eliza. Matter is anything which I can see, hear, taste, smell, or touch. M. What is spirit?
E. That something within me which thinks, and feels, and knows what is right and what is wrong. It has not form, colour, sound, taste,
smell, hardness, or softness. You told me, mother, that it is the same as my soul.
M. You remember, Eliza, we were talking, some days ago, about Jane Baker. E. I remember it, mother.
M. You know they put her body into a coffin, and carried it to the burying-ground; and there they lowered it down into the grave, and covered it over with earth.
E. Yes, mother; and I went, the other day, to see little Jane's grave. I love to go there and think about her, only it makes me cry sometimes. The grass has now grown all over her grave, and there is a white stone at one endof it, with her name on it, and it tells how old she was when she died.
M. When Jane Baker died, her body was put into the grave, but her soul was not. Your body, Eliza, will be put into the grave when you die, but your soul will not.
E. Will my soul live, mother, after my body is dead?
M. Eliza, your soul will never die. Your body will die, and be laid in the grave, and turn to dust. But your soul will never die. It will live always.
E. I do not understand you, mother.
M. Look here, Eliza; I will make as many marks on this slate as there are days in one year. There, I have made the marks. Now, do you count them.