Lines by De-Wette.

WORLD Redeemer! Lord of Glory!
As of old, to zealous Paul,
Thou didst come in sudden splendour
And from out the clouds didst call:
As to Mary in the garden,

Did thy risen form appear,

Come, arrayed in heavenly beauty,
Come, and speak, and I will hear!

"Hast thou not," the master answered,
"Hast thou not my written word?
Hast thou not, to go before thee,
The example of the Lord?"
Blessed one! thy word of wisdom,
Is too high for me to know,
And my feet are all too feeble,
For the path where Thou didst go.

Doubts torment me when I study :-
All my reading and my thinking,
Lead away from firm conviction,

And in mire my feet are sinking.
Then I turn to works of duty,-
Here thy law is very plain-
But I look at thy example,

Strive to follow, strive in vain.

Let me gaze, then, on thy glory, Change to flesh this heart of stone

Let the light illume my darkness,

That around the apostle shone!

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LINES BY DE-WETTE.

Cold belief is not conviction-
Rules are impotent to move,
Let me see thy heavenly beauty,

Let me learn to trust and love.

In my heart the voice made answer,
"Ask thou not a sign from Heaven;
In the Gospel of thy Saviour,

Life as well as Light is given.
Ever looking unto Jesus,

All his glory thou shalt see-
From thy heart the veil be taken,
And the word made clear to thee.

"Love the Lord, and thou shalt see Him:
Do his will, and thou shalt know,
How the spirit lights the letter-
How a little child may go,.
Where the wise and prudent stumble;
How a heavenly glory shines,
In his acts of love and mercy,

From the Gospel's simplest lines!"

JOHN G. WHITTIER.

From the German.

Co the Meek.

How much that Genius boasts as hers,
And fancies hers alone,

On you, meek spirits, Faith confers!
The proud have further gone,
Perhaps through life's dull maze: but you
Alone possess the labyrinth's clue!

To you the costliest spoils of Thought,
Wisdom unclaimed yields up:

To you her far-sought pearl is brought,
And melted in your cup:

To you her nard and myrrh she brings,
Like Orient gifts to infant kings.

The "single eye" alone can see
All truths around us thrown,
In their eternal unity :

The humble ear alone

Has room to hold and time to prize,
The sweetness of Life's harmonies.

Notions to thought made visible,
Are but the smallest part,

Of those immortal Truths which dwell
Self-radiant in man's heart.

With outward beams are others bright,
But God has made you "full of light."

One science well ye know: the will
Of God-to man laid bare:
One art have mastered: to fulfil
The part assigned you there.
If other, meaner lore ye sought,
This first ye learned-to need it not!

AUBREY DE VERE. 59

Che Chief Good.

WHEN we come to the work of watching over our hearts, and amending our own lives, in earnest, as to a great and all-important work, which requires, not merely the whole concentrated energies of the human mind, but the powerful assistance of the Holy Spirit added thereto, and working therewith, we feel for the first time the weakness, the vacillation, the worldliness, the propensity to error, the indisposition to duty, the sin in our nature! Herein consists the benefit of sickness, and next to sickness, retirement. We there learn ourselves, that book of many pages, that text of many meanings! An individual thrown, and thrown under disadvantageous circumstances, into close and constant intercourse with the world, has this book closed against him; at least it requires a courageous, almost a mighty effort to break open its seals, and get at its secrcts. In the noise and glare of a worldly life, how many false motives, how many erroneous opinions, may steal in and out of the heart unnoticed; and shape themselves into action, and express themselves in words, contrary to the spirit of upright self-denying religion, with an influence so silent and unobtrusive, that the individual is not aware of the deadening process going on within him. Business, just, lawful, necessary business, comes first, with its imperative claims upon the mass of his time, and the main strength of his mind: recreation follows, and with the same plea of necessity, tithes the remaining portion; physical nature, wearied, wanting, overtasked nature, brings up the rear, and demands all that remains, with an urgency not to be parried or set aside. Such is the treadmill round such the incessant surrender of time, thought, and strength, to business, pleasure and physical retirements !—and there remains nothing for God; nothing even for self in the best sense, till sickness comes, or till death suddenly stalks in, breaks like a giant the bands that have fettered the soul to earth, brings the struggling captive into the presence of its Maker, teaches in a moment, and with an energy not to be

gainsayed, that one forgotten necessary was,—to learn to die ;— that if many things were expedient, one was emphatically "needful;" if many good, one was the chief good, without which, all else exerted an ensnaring and destroying influence— with which, every pursuit would have been ennobled, every pure pleasure enhanced, every affection purified, every power strengthened, every dispensation rendered a blessing, every affliction salutary. Alas, for the trials and temptations of this busy, changing, proud, perishing world! and alas for those, obliged to pass through its furnace !-called to use, yet commanded not to abuse it; to be "not slothful in business," yet "fervent in spirit;" to be a citizen in its high places, yet maintain the feelings of a pilgrim and a stranger; to mingle in the pageant, without being conformed to its fashions, or governed by its motives, or anxious for its honours. Alas! for such a one, were there no Divine Spirit to strengthen him with might in his inner man ; no compassionate Father to relieve his doubts, and fears, and sinkings of heart; to hear his confessions of weakness, his supplications for wisdom, support, and consolation; were there no all-atoning Redeemer to blot out the records of sin, condemnation, deficiency, and error; to present his prayers, plead his cause on high, and throw over the suppliant the garment of salvation. If I knew a friend so circumstanced, so peculiarly exposed to the snares and strifes of this world's influence, and if I felt for that friend the truest regard, joined to the most anxious interest; and if I knew, too, that circumstances shielded me from much to which he was exposed-how sacred a duty would it seem, to bring before him glimpses of those truths which counteracting causes so tended to shut out, to venture to press home the absolute duty, the paramount importance of seeking first. the kingdom of God, his righteousness, his rewards, his pleasures, and his service. Oh! how sacred a duty would it appear, to think of that individual in the retired hours of meditation, to garrison him with desires for his heavenly interests, prayers for his spiritual welfare. M. J. JEWSBURY.