FAITH.

WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH.

RESTLESS and oft complaining, on his bed
Tossed a fair child, as burned along his veins
The fire of fever with consuming pains;
And ever and anon he raised his head
From the hot pillow, and beseeching said-
'Water! O, give me water!' By his side
The healer stood, and tenderly replied –
'Wait yet awhile 1 this potion take instead.'

'No,' cried the child-"tis poison, and will

kill!'

His father took the cup-'My son,

be sure

This is a nauseous draught, but it may cure-
Will my boy drink it?' Then said he, 'I will —
I'm not afraid 't is poison NOW- I know
You would not give it, father, were it so.'

O, trusting childhood! I would learn of thee
This lesson of pure faith, and to my heart
So bind it that it never may depart—
Therefore shalt thou henceforth my teacher be;
For in thy perfect trust the sin I see

Of my own doubts and fears. The cup of life, Drugged with the bitterness of tears and strife, Shall I not drink it when 't is proffered me?

Yes

for 't is mingled by a Father's hand And given in love- for, rightly understood, Trials and pains tend ever to our good,

Healing the soul that for the better land Thirsts with a deathless longing! Welcome pain, Whose end is bliss and everlasting gain!

CONSIDER, pensive mourner, that which stole your heart from God, is gone. That which engrossed your time and thoughts, and left no room for Christ and eternal realities, is gone. All your high-raised expectations, from that beloved object which now moulders in dust, are perished in a day. What a motive, what an advantage, to raise your thoughts to heaven! Should a blessing attend the rod, this day of sadness will occasion you many a day of thanksgiving.

FLAVEL.

O FAIR Affliction! be thy soul at peace;
I meant not to awake, but hush thy sorrows;
Yet think that resignation is a duty;

For righteous ever is the will of Heaven.

CIBBER.

FLEE UNTO THE LORD, IN THE DAY OF SORROW.

WHAT a privilege is prayer to the Christian at all times, but especially in seasons of distress! It is a relief to deposit our sorrows in the bosom of a wife or a friend. How much more to leave our complaints with a compassionate and faithful God! Go then, Christian, in the cloudy and dark day; retire from all creatures, and pour out your heart to your heavenly Father. Confess your sins; justify God in his severest chastisements; entreat the support of his everlasting arms; implore his smiles to cheer your drooping spirit. Thus you may hope to find the best relief, the sweetest consolation.

WHEN thou art in tribulation, and all these things are come upon thee; even in the latter days, if thou turn to the Lord thy God, and shalt be obedient unto his voice; (for the Lord thy God is a merciful God;) he will not forsake thee, neither destroy thee.

DEUTERONOMY.

THE

MOURNER'S CHAPLET:

AN

OFFERING OF SYMPATHY

FOR

BEREAVED FRIENDS.

SELECTED FROM AMERICAN POETS,

BY JOHN KEESE.

"They have not perished-No!

Kind words, remember'd voices, once so sweet,

Smiles, radiant long ago,

And features, the great soul's apparent seat;

All shall come back, each tie

Of pure affection shall be knit again;
Alone shall evil die,

And sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign."

Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1844,

BY GOULD, KENDALL & LINCOLN,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.