XL. DUTY TO PARENTS, AND RESPECT TO THE AGED. AND He went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them.-LUKE i 51. Children, obey your parents in the Lord; for this is right.-EPH. vi. 1. Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man.-LEVIT. xix. 32. Gen. xlv. 3, 9-11, 13-xlvi. 29—xlix. 33—1. 1-Exod. xviii. 17, 24-xx. 12–xxi. 15, 17—Levit. xix. 3, 32-Deut. v. 16— xxvii. 16-Ruth i. 16, 17-ii. 2, 3–1 Kings ii. 19—2 Kings ii. 23, 24-Esther ii. 7, 10, 20-Job xii. 12-xxxii. 4, 6, 7--Prov. i. 8, 9-vi. 20, 21—x. 1–xiii. 1-xv. 5, 20-xvi. 31–xvii. 6, 21, 25 ---xix. 13-xx. 20, 29-xxiii. 22-26-xxviii. 7, 24-xxix. 3-xxx. 11, 17-xxxi. 10, 28-Isaiah iii. 5--Jer. xxxv. 6-10, 18, 19— Ezek. xxii. 7-Mal. i. 6. Matt. xv. 4-6-Luke ii. 51-John xix. 25-27--Eph. vi. 1-3— Col. iii. 20-1 Tim. v. 4-2 Tim. iii. 1, 2-Heb. xiii. 17. A mother's love! go ask the buds that live The fickle dews may shun the plant that pines, A mother's love with death alone declines,— ANON. My home!-oh! in that one brief word What myriad thoughts are cluster'd-what deep love, Thou first, loved mother-thou, the gentlest, best! Loved trust committed to our duteous love, LADY FLORA HASTINGS. A mother's love-how sweet the name! A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; Blest infant! whom his mother taught And pour'd upon his dawning thought The day-spring of the word; This was the lesson to her son, Time is Eternity begun : Behold that mother's love! Blest mother! who in wisdom's path, Thus taught her son to flee the wrath, Ah! youth, like him enjoy your prime, Begin Eternity in time, Taught by that mother's love. That mother's love!-how sweet the name ! What was that mother's love? The noblest, purest, tenderest flame That kindles from above Within a heart of earthly mould, As much of heaven as earth can hold, This was that mother's love. * MONTGOMERY. A DOMESTIC SCENE. 'Twas early day—and sunlight stream'd Soft through a quiet room That hush'd, but not forsaken seem'd Still, but with nought of gloom, For there, secure in happy age, Pure fell the beam, and meekly bright, And touch'd the book with tenderest light, A radiance, all the Spirit's own, Some word of life e'en then had met Some ancient promise, breathing yet Of immortality: Some heart's deep language, when the glow For Of quenchless faith survives, every feature said, "I know That my Redeemer lives." And silent stood his children by, Hushing their very breath, Before the solemn sanctity Of thought, o'er-sweeping death; Silent-yet did not each young breast Oh! blest be those fair girls, and blest MRS. HEMANS. A COTTAGE SCENE. Wi' serious face They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion wi' judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, wi' solemn air. The priest-like father reads the sacred page, Or how the Royal Bard did groaning lie, Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head: |