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prize is begun; we have counted the cost; it is of God; it cannot be withstood!'"

“ Yes, (said Edward, smiling at her warmth) but the Jesuits would be willing to pay a price you could not afford for the furtherance of your nobler design. With them, remember, the end sanctifies the means, and crimes may be committed, their own souls jeoparded, the lives of others, and the well-being of communities-all lightly put aside as small obstacles in the way of tbeir one grand scheme.”

“We need not such weapons ; (said Mary solemnly.) When our expenses were reckoned we found we had an exhaustless treasury, even the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ; and when we are opposed by the formidable weapons of craft, and stratagem, we can say as David to Goliath— Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield : but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defed.''

“ Yet even in this little village, the foe has already in some measure prevailed," said Edward, “ though besides you three be had Mr. Graham, (of wbom you have often written to me) and his two good daughters to oppose him. Your Rector must be a clever man; you have never told me anything about him in your letters, Mary. What is his name.”

“I did not like to tell you anything about him, Edward, because there was so little that was pleasant to communicate. His name is Norman.”

“Norman!” said Edward starting, and a hasty flush passed over his face. He was going to explain, but seeing Mary had not observed his surprise, he checked himself, and merely asked, how long he bad been in the parish.

“About one year,” replied Lady Sophia. “And you must not let Mary completely set you against him. I do believe he acts upon strictly conscientious principles ; and then he is so very talented, so exceedingly clever, that”

"No Jesuit could possibly outshine him, (interrupted Emma) he has already put down all the religious societies in the parish ; shut up the Bible Repository; succeeded (I am pretty sure) in coaxing two or three old women to auricular confession, and lastly, accomplished his master-stroke this morning, by setting up his popish abomination in the church.”

“ Now let us speak of Mr. Sidney,” (said Mary, seeing the cloud about to gather on Lady Sophia's brow, and anxious to turn the conversation to a more profitable subject) “ we must introduce you to him, Edward. He is an old friend of Lady Sopbia's, and a minister resembling your own Mr. L- so far as I have heard bis character from you.”

“Sappose we put on our shawls, and walk through the park, while you discuss Mr. Sidney's merits,” said Lady Sophia, “ we must show Edward all the beauties of Fernely, and a pleasant walk may relieve the monotony of a long eulogium on Mary's favorite minister.”

There was some degree of bitterness in her Ladyship’s words, that made Mary glad, that the preparation for a walk would relieve her from the necessity of resuming the conversation, and she determined to mention Mr. Sidney's name no more, but to wait patiently till an opportunity occurred of introducing Edward to one, whose society she thought would be 80 desirable for bim, during his stay at Fernely.


Gen. xvi. 13.

When, like Hagar, sad and lone,
O’er life's desert journeying on;
Thou canst 'ope mine eyes to see,
Streams of comfort spring for me ;
And though none be there to cheer,
Thou my mournful pray'r wilt ear,

For-Thou seest me!

When the waves of sorrow rise,
Thou wilt catch the spirit's sighs;
And upon the stormy tide
With sweet tones of promise glide,
Stretch the aiding hand, and cry
Fear not, trembler, it is I!

For-Thou seest me!

Or, when sunbeams brightly smiling,
Soothe the soul, all grief beguiling;
When joy's flow'rets, sweet and fair,"
Bloom around the path of care;
Thou wilt purify each pleasure,
And endear the heav'n-kept treasure.

For-Thou seest me!

And, when dull and numbing pain
Racks the fast-dissolving frame,
Thou wilt whisper words of peace,
Bid all restless doubtiny cease ;
And o'er the spirit's darkness throw
Thy covenant's unchanging bow,

For-Thou seest me!

Thou, in death's tremendous hour
Wilt make known thy wondrous pow'r;
Teach the dying lip to sing,
“ Where, 0 death! is now thy sting?”
Softly bid the tired one come
To the bright and blood-bought home,

For-Thou seest me!

Then, where seraphim adore,
And suffering can be felt no more ;
Where thy ransom'd people raise,
Songs triumphant to thy praise,
Those, thy watch'd and guarded band,
Ever safe at Christ's right hand,
Shall look on Thee !


What were my sensations when, for the first time, on a still October evening, I heard the slow and solemn Curfew Bell. The ringing of the Curfew is now, with many other of our ancient customs, almost fallen into disuse, whether altogether for our national benefit is not for me to decide ; therefore, when its note first struck my ear, I naturally enquired what the Bell was for ? and strange were my feelings, and many and various the thoughts which the answer I received of, “it is the Curfew,” excited in my mind. I was then a visitor at the rectory of one of those pretty and retired villages, in which our beloved country abounds, close to the old grey church, from the tower of which the Bell was resounding : not as of old, to remind the people, under severe penalties, that they were to extinguish their lights, and put out their fires, and instead of remaining round the domestic hearth, hasten to their beds, to avoid the severe cold of a winter night. Such is not its intention now, but each time we hear its solemn note, it reminds us of the blessings we now enjoy, blessings made more dear, by contrasting them with the privations our ancestors endured.

The sound of the Curfew also leads us to compare our present situation as a nation, with what it was when William the Conqueror introduced into our subdued country the dreaded Doom's-day book,

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