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MISSIONARY COLLECTIONS, &c.
Rev. E. Charter and Congregation, Kibworth, I.eieestcrshire 4
from an Anonymous Friend, as" A Token 0* her Low to

the Lord Jesus Christ" — — 10 e •

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ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR.

KEFLUCTION. Btl thou wrt the same, and thy ycarx

thall. not fail. — l's. cii. 17.

Anciunt of Da;s, Ihou lofty one

Whom finite spirits dimly sec, How shall a worm approach thy throne

And offer fitting praiw to thee 1 Onr vanish'd yean and passing hours

Remind us of our swift decline: How short a space of time is ours!

What vast eternity is thine!

How floating massy worlds of light

Roll at thy word arouud their spheres, To form our seasons, day and night,

And measure out our Heeling years! Unerring, through the trackless void

Their circling mazes they explore; And shall, till by that voice destroy'd

That speaks, and time shall be no more!

This solid globe shall melt away,

Dissolv'd in purifying flame; Hut Thou lo-day, and yesterday,

And evermore, art still the same! Thou placest in the human breast

A spark of immortality; — A spirit that can lind no rest

But in eternity witii thee!

PETITION.

Ttach me to number my days.

Ps. ZC. 12.

Fount of Life, instruct me now,

Time to estimate aright, Ere beneath its weight I bow,

Wisely to improve its flight. Rapid as the ebbing stream

Rushing to the ocean near, Unsubstantial as a dream,

Lo! I lose anollter Year! Empty as the flitting sluides,

As the winged arrow flies, As the flow'ret blooms and fades,—

Man, uuthinking lives and dies! Fruitless cumb rcrof the ground,

I who might thy judgment fear, Still have sparing Mercy found)

I have liv'd another Year! Thou, in whom I move' and live,

Make and keep me all thine own; The new name and nature give,

Turn to flesh the heart of stone! Stamp the remnant ot my day*

Humble,happy, and sincere; Make me live a life of praise,

If 1 live another Year 1

All my times arc iu thine hand,

1 the future cannot see; Thou dost life and death command,

I would leave them both with thee! While I live, and when I die,

Muy I, with a conscience clear, On thy faithful love rely :—

W elcome then my final Year!

1 cannot or to-morrow boast,
Nor will take to-morrow's care;

Father, lor thy num'rous host,
Thou dost daily bread prepare!

Countless mercies follow fast,
l ast as daily want appears;

Thou hast kept me thro' the past, And will guide my future Years!

PRAISE.

Hitherto, the Lord hath helped M

Since 1 have been kept

To see a -New Year,
Who might have been swept

To judgment severe,
I ought to be bringing

A tribute of praise
To God, the beginning

And eud of my days '.

When weak as a child,

Unconscious of care,
By folly bcguil'd,

Expos'd to each snare,
Thy providence guided

And guarded my youth,
And kindly provided

The lessons of truth.

Matured to strength

To choose my own way,
Alas I to what length

Thy sheep went astray!
But thou didst pursue me

With rod and withcrook,
And tenderly shew me

The path I forsook!

W hen sold under sin,

To Satan enslav'd;
AH filthy within,

Without all deprav'd,—•
Thou didst iu our nature

Work out our release.
And bring a vile traitor

Sweet pardon and peace!
When Earth with its sneer

Would tempt me aside,
Or frown me to fcur,

Or puff me with pride,
Thy word of correction

Doth timely reprove,
Or chace my dejection

With hope lii'd above I

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Th* Seison of the year described—The Magazine and its Contents—Reflections—-
Apostrophe, §c.

WIDE o'er the frost-bound fields, where lately wav'd
The green, luxuriant ear, stern V? inter spreads
His desolating sway, am) pours arouni!,
Fierce and resistless, all his stormy horrors.
Heavy the clouds hang o'er the lowring cast,
Where morning lingers, as afraid to ope
Her lucid gates, and pour th' unwilling day
Upon a scene so dreary; not as late
She smil'd meek on the joyous Sun, who shone
Bright a» a bridegroom issuing from his chamber,
Blcas'd to describe his circuit thro' the sky.—
A summer's sky — unclouded, and serene.
Tears stain her face, disfigur'd and impure
With heavy-beating tempests, or obscur'd
By hoary snow, whose fleecy show'r falls soft
And silent, as the stealing foot of time.
So looks the morning of the new-born year,
As if she wept for follies of the past,
And call'd unthinking man to pause, and shed
Repentant sorrows o'er his closing days!

With the first glinim'rings of this op'aing yew
Arise its duties — and a various lot
Will mark each chequer'd life, as the pale moon
Wanes, or replenishes her changing orb;
And while I hail its birth, before its close
These eyes may slumber,and this body rest
With many a friend already gone before,
still and forgotten in th' oblivious tomb.

The pa*t demands reflection; and to aid
The solemn hour of faithful thought, behold
A Monthly Monitor* presents its page,
Chenucr'd wi'li many a truth, in humble guise,
Aud flll'd with news domestic, far remov'd
From the loud clamours of these .jarring times.
While others trace, with prying eye intent,
The politics chaotic of this world,
Let me turn o'er the page of Peace: — I hate
The lines that boast a brother's woe, and tell
Of thousands dying by the scourge of war;
Or, whclm'd beneath the briny wave* — cut otf
In search of wealth, or service of ambition,
Wuh " ali their imperfections on their head."—

First on the page some frinndly hand inscribes
A short memorial, as a partingtribnte
To 'he remeinbraucc of some faithful preacher,
Who, havhig serv d his day, is gone to rest.

• The Evangelical Magazine.

Sacoeeilioc Essays, on some gospel f rutli,

Va various style, confirm the pleasing fact
That men of Uitf'rent tsicnis have one aim,
Ami, warm in the Kedceiiicr's cause, their force
-Concentrate, to support his reign against
The armies that oppose the living God.

A motley fvonp succeeds; and the full paje
Teems with Intelligence from lands remote,
Wafted across the swelling wavr; or pent
From various parts of Britain's favour'd isle!

"Tit here, with rapture and delight, we read
How fandirktmp *, with evcr-liurning zeal,
Amid the barb'rous tribes, proclaims the n unc
Of Him, the Prince of Peace, who bled and dy'd !—
Wiih an apostle's heart, he weeps amid
The desolations of the fall; and blows
The gospel-trump, whose sweet and silver sound •
Invites the weary vrand'rcrs home to God.
Nor burning sun, nor rage of man, nor fours,
Kor threats, nor death (tho' death impend) can move
Or shake the purpose of his stedfast soul! —.
From islauds sluinb'ring on the bosom wide
Of the South Sea +,wc sometimes hear a note
Of comfort, flouting o'er the trembling wave,
That bids us hail (distant perhaps the day)
Th' approaching rera, ardently desir'd,
When the wild savage shall forger to kill;
And from the fierce unpitying eye shall fall
Some gracious drops repentant, while the tale
Of love divine melts down his stony heart I
How long, O Prince of Peace and Life, delay
Thy chariot-wheels ? — Break from the cloud of eight,
O sacred Morn! whose noon-lide splendor oft
Has fill'd the mouth of Prophecy; anil soon,
Willi thy mild radiance, bless th' expecting world!

Nor less the int'rest which the tale awakes
Of News Domestic. Here 1 read with joy
The useful labours of some kindred soul, —
Some fellow-student, who the hill of Science
With rue ascended, — separated now,
And distant far; my heart with fondness cleaves
To the remembrance of departed joys,
And hails th' acceptance of my Jonathan.

Sometimes the notes of Death, heavy and slow,
Break on the car; and while the conscious heart
Beats high with pleasure as I fondly read
A brother's Ordination, the nevt page
Is fraught with woe : — I learn some friend has pass'J
The vale of Death, and left me all alone,
To tread, with weary steps, this Vale of Tears!
So fled thy spirit, Hunter +, from this earth;
Far from thy friend thy parting sign was brealh'd!
The consolaiivn was to me deny'd
To close thine eyes, wlicu Death's oppressive baud
Lay heavy on then:, and their lustre dim'd!
But oft thy hallow'd grave,— where bending stand
Genius, and Friendship, and Humanity %
Over the a«hes of their fav'rite son, —
My feet shall v isit 1 and my flowing tears
Full uorestraia d upon thy silent tomb! W. B. C.

• In Africa. + Ofahcite. + The late Dr. Hunter of London-Wall,

who died at Bristol Hot Well;. ^ Sue Beck's Elegy on the Doctor.

HEFLECTIOXS ON THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE TE*li4

Now liavc the winged monitors of Time,
Revolving Seasons, run their ample round,
And clos'd the year: — elos'd not in vain to them
W ho, as the fleeting moments pass'd away,
Watch'd and improV'd to their eternal gain
The sliding treasure! But, ah ! — my muse,
To think of those who lost in Pleasure's train,
Unheeded let the year steal silent on;
Nor to Reflection's voire e'er lent an car!
lie wise, ye suns of Folly, slaves of Mirth,
Attend that voice which, from the flight of time,
Aloud proclaims, " To meet thy God prepare !"—
How many cliuiiges one short year produces!
Numbers, who at the dawn of this, enjoy'd
Prosperity's fair smile, aud bless'd their lot,
Nor fcar'd reverse,— feci now, the iron hand
Of stern Adversity j and pine with want
And paw midst mortal ills, —a frightful band!
Others, who rauk'd as low in Misery's vale,
*or hop'd for better days,— now rais'd to taste
I'.atlh's richest blessings i and enjoy, midst smiles
And lausliios friends around, the op'ning year!

Nor these alone;—empires their changes feel.
Hippy for Britain, still her God safe keeps
Her trout Oppression's cniel grasp! And may
He still preserve, while tyrants frown in vain I
Shook by Time's hand, the stately cditice,
That long defv'd the wint ry blast, nods from
Its Centre, and, with hideous ruin, threatens.
All below it. The solid mountain, and
TliedecP-fixt rock, that rears its head aloft
Amid, the bellowing waves, stand not unmark'd.

Mortals, who feel Time's desolating Sway!
My heart it) sorrow bleeds, as o'er Death's register
1 east my eye : — Some, torn from life ere they
To life attain'd; others, snatch'd from the bloom
Of health and smiling friends, and partner dear.
To mingle with the solitary dead 1
Statesmen, and heroes, ami tho pious man
Whose sole ambition was to please his God,
l.'all'd from Life's busy shining scenes they sleep.
And, undistinguish'ri, feast the greedy norm!

lint why, o'er human frailty do I weep? Why heaves the bursting sigh at the review Of that w ide devastation which prevails O'er all the works of man and face of Nature? It must be so, my soul, llcav'n has decreed. That a[l things here below shall have an end! Ye-, I must soon — (ah ! who can tell how soon On atl terrestrial objects close my eyes. And in the clny-tolfl £ravc forgotten lie! .'esui, O save ma in the solemn hour Of Death! If sav'd by thee, I cannot lie lain* vanquish'd! At thy call the rending earth Shall yield me from her teeming womb, uprais'd To lire and reign m happiness complete! *• W hen lie who moves th' circling seasons round, ** SJull stop the wueuls of Time, and bid them roll no more! HoXlbu. STC1IBNS '1'llEOJ.OGl.E.

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