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delights, that even here are not withheld, can yet 'count them but dung in order to win Christ.'
Such is the world to this happy pair, and such are they in the world. Religion has taught them for what the advantages of fortune were bestowed; and in the right use of them, they find that real peace, which they have seen that their perversion only tends to destroy. And though no cherub lip, to them has ever addressed the endearing name of Father, or of Mother, they are not childless : the fatherless of every rank, call not in vain to them for sympathy and assistance, and the lovely daughter of their widowed cousin, is their adopted child. In the performance of their duties, they are happy; in the recollection, in the daily enjoyment, of unnumbered blessings; they are happy; but most happy in the joyful assurance, that God will give them, in his house, and within his walls, a name and a place, better than of sons and of daughters, even an everlasting name, that shall not be cut off.'
nos po goíbuis Lady Cleveland still continues to haunt the circles of gaiety. 'Unable to find solid enjoyment in any thing she has yet tried; like the fickle butterfly, she is spending the summer of her life in roving from sweet to sweet, but has not yet lighted on the amaranthine flower that never fades. Let us dismiss her from our memories; but not till we have fervently prayed, that she, and all who follow in her steps, may learn before it be too late, that
Percy and his friend Langton, are mouldering in their parent earth; and no human eye can distinguish the clay of the penitentbeliever, from that of his profligate and despairing fellow-traveller to eternity. But the eye of faith can trace the very different paths by which their spirits have been led to their eternal abodes. She beholds the one attended by the songs of rejoicing angels, ascending by the new and living way, which
Christ hath consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh,' to the holy Jerusalem, where neither sun normoon shineth, for the glory of the Lord doth lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.' She beholds him mingled among the 'great multitude, which no man could number; of those who have come out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.' She beholds him admitted into the presence of God, with the name of the Lamb in his forehead, to praise him for ever and ever. Thus faith beholds the redeemed of the Lord; but when she turns to his early companion, hope flies away, and charity draws a veil over the picture.
Yet returning from the awful view which faith discloses, her eternal sister pauses for a moment beside the grave of the impenitent and the unbelieving, that she may warn the surrounding multitudes to avoid the fatal path which led him to his ruin. Mourning over him she says, “Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols;
the worms are spread over thee, and the worms cover thee.' Then turning to the bystanders she emphatically warns them, that
Woe shall be to the workers of iniquity : to them that join house to house, and lay field to field; to them that say, Let him make speed and hasten to his work, that we may see it; and let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel draw nigh, and come, that we may know it.' To them that call evil good, and good evil to them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight : to them that are mighty to drink wine, and men of strength to mingle strong drink.' For them Jophet is ordained of old; even for them it is prepared : he hath made it deep and large; the pile thereof is fire and much wood : the breath of the Lord, like a stream of brimstone, doth kindle it.'
It is good that a man bear the yoke in his youth. They that seek the Lord early shall assuredly find Him. It is never too early to seek Him : for man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live; he cometh up and is cut down like a
flower !' and oh! it is a fearful thing to be
As we get
we foolishly content to be always children, amusing ourselves with brittle toys, which, with all our ingenuity, we cannot