Pardshaw Craig.

PARDSHAW CRAIG in Cumberland is a point of limestone ledge, where George Fox used to stand and preach to many thousand people at a time;-there is something extraordinary in the conformation of the place; the "preacher's clint," is a rock rising immediately from the brink of a perpendicular cliff of about fifteen feet, and not unlike in height, size and shape to a pulpit; on the back, the ground rises a little, but is nearly level for several yards, on which there are thickly strewn and permanently embedded a great number of square limestone rocks, about two feet high and the same square; one could almost imagine them the work of the hand of art, but this evidently is not the case, as the same phenomenon may be seen every where over the hill. We thought five hundred persons might be seated on the rocks, behind the "preacher's clint," and within hearing. From the base of the perpendicular cliff, the ground slopes to the eastward, forming, with the brow of the hill which curves a little in the form of a new moon, a partial amphitheatre; from some unaccountable cause, a person may be heard, with an ordinary modulation of voice, over a space that we thought would contain one hundred thousand persons; here George Fox on one occasion convinced nearly all the inhabitants of the neighbourhood.

The country round is beautiful in the extreme ;-it is the land of mountains and lakes, than which nothing can be more picturesque.

L. M. HOAG.

TRUE religion is internal: the noblest temple of the Deity, is the heart of man.

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WRITTEN BY A LADY, AS AN EXCUSE FOR HER ZEAL IN

THE CAUSE OF TEMPERANCE.

Go, feel what I have felt,

Go, bear what I have borne-
Sink 'neath the blow a father dealt,

And the cold world's proud scorn-
Thus struggle on from year to year,
Thy sole relief, the scalding tear.

Go, weep as I have wept,

O'er a loved father's fall,

See every cherished promise swept-
Youth's sweetness turned to gall;

Hope's faded flowers strewed all the way,
That led me up to woman's day!

Go, kneel as I have knelt,

Implore, beseech, and pray,—

Strive the besotted heart to melt,

The downward course to stay,—

Be cast with bitter curse aside,

Thy prayers burlesqued, thy tears defied.

Go, stand where I have stood,

And see the strong man bow,

With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood,
And cold and livid brow:

Go, catch his wandering glance, and see
There, mirrored, his soul's misery.

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LINES BY A LADY.

Go, hear what I have heard,

The sobs of sad despair,

As memory, feeling's fount hath stirred,
And its revealings there

Have told him what he might have been,
Had he the drunkard's fate foreseen.

Go to thy mother's side,

And her crushed spirit cheer;

Thine own deep anguish hide,

Wipe from her cheek the tear,-
Mark her dimmed eye, her furrowed brow,
The grey that streaks her dark hair now,
Her toil-worn frame, her trembling limb,
And trace the ruin back to him,
Whose plighted faith in early youth,
Promised eternal love and truth-
But who, forsworn, hath yielded up
This promise to the deadly cup,
And led her down from love and light,
From all that made her pathway bright,
And chained her there 'mid want and strife,
That lowly thing,-A Drunkard's Wife!
And stamped on childhood's brow so mild,
That withering blight,-A Drunkard's child!

Go, hear, and see, and feel and know,

All that my soul hath felt or known,

Then look upon the wine-cup's glow,

See if its brightness can atone,

Think, if its flavour you would try,
If all proclaimed-" "Tis drink, and die!”

CHRISTIANITY.

Tell me I hate the bowl?

Hate is a feeble word

I loathe, abhor-my very soul

With strong disgust is stirred,
Where'er I see, or hear, or tell,
Of the dark beverage of hell!

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Christianity.

IF Providence had intended no other object but to awaken and exercise the human intellect, Christianity would have done for man what no other system has effected. It went forth in its very childhood like its own great Master, into the very sanctuary of heathen philosophy, and sat down there, not only to hear and answer questions, but to teach and confute. In other times with an intensity of purpose, which nothing but real devotion could support, it drew forth the noblest feelings and affections of man into creations of beauty, such as no worldly thought realized: creations, not of the eye, but of the heart, into which, by a deep and conscious instinct, the soul of man was transfused, and which, therefore, will act upon that soul, even to the latest generation; not as the toys and playthings of modern art, merely to amuse and surprise, but as the works of God in nature, to feed and invigorate and govern.

FINE sensibilities are like woodbines-delightful luxuries of beauty to twine round a solid upright stem of understanding: but very poor things, if, unsustained by strength, they are left to creep along the ground.

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When will the Millennium_come?

THERE is a charm in the millennial name. The wing of poetry flags under this great conception. Sometimes we see it under the type of a wilderness newly clothed with bud and blossom: sometimes we see it under the type of a city descending from Heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband: sometimes we behold it as a great temple, arising out of the earth, and capacious enough to contain all nations. This temple is not built of earthly materials, that will perish with the using, but is supported on immutable columns. Every great moral and religious principle is a pillar in the millennial temple. The principle of total abstinence from all intoxicating liquors is one pillar the doctrine that all slave-holding is sinful is another pillar, standing firm, awfully grand and immovable: the doctrine of the absolute inviolability of human life is another this is in a state of preparation, but it will soon ascend, and stand brightly and majestically in its place: and thus, principle after principle will be established, in the tops of the mountains, and shall expand upon the eye of the beholder, far more beautiful than the Parthenon! And what then will be wanting? Only that the nations, in the language of prophecy, shall flow into it: only that the people should occupy it, and rejoice in it: and this is millennial glory. But, unless you have firm, unchangeable, immutable principles, it will be like a certain house, that was built upon the sand: "and the rains descended, and the floods came, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.".

The doctrines of the millenium are the doctrines of to-day: the principles of the millennium are the very principles which are obligatory on the men of the present generation: the bond which will exclude all contention, and will bind together all hearts, will be nothing more nor less than the Gospel of Christ.

UPHAM.