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EVENING HYMN.

Now from the altar of my heart

Let incense flames arise;
Assist me, Lord, to offer up
Mine evening sacrifice.
Awake, my love; awake, my joy;
Awake, my heart and tongue!
Sleep not when mercies loudly call,
Break forth into a song.

Man's life's a book of history;
The leaves thereof are days;
The letters mercies closely join'd;
The title is thy praise.

This day God was my sun and shield,
My keeper and my guide;

His care was on my frailty shown,
His mercies multiplied.

Minutes and mercies multiplied
Have made up all this day:

Minutes came quick; but mercies were
More fleet and free than they.
New time, new favour, and new joys
Do a new song require:

Till I should praise thee as I would,
Accept my heart's desire.

J. MASON. (1690.)

THE SABBATH.

BY MARY ANNE BROWNE, IN HER FIFTEENTH YEAR.
HARK! hark! The Sabbath bells

Are calling us to prayer;

Their sound floats over hills and dells,
Borne on the morning air :-

Now swelling with the swelling breeze;

Now ceasing, as its murmurs cease.

They tell us 'tis the time

To seek for heavenly love

To cleanse the heart from guilt and crime,
And raise the soul above:

They warn us on this holy day

To cast our earthly thoughts away.

It is the day to rest,

To quit our earthly things,-
To let each thought within the breast
Rise on Devotion's wings;-
To lay our bosoms' secrets bare,
And crush the evil lurking there.

It is the day to weep-
To sorrow for our sin;

The time the strictest watch to keep
On thoughts that work within,-
To humble all ourselves before
Our God, and tremblingly adore.

It is the day of grace,―
The day to be forgiven,-
The time to seek the Saviour's face,
And fix our hearts on heaven;-
To bow before His mighty throne,
From whom we hope for grace alone.

It is the time to smile,
Grateful for mercies past,-
For blessings we receive the while,
And hope for to the last ;-

To thank the Lord, who thus would bless,
Yet feel our own unworthiness.

It is the time to love,

To know each tie is dearer,-
To feel the links that nature wove,
Are to the heart the nearer;

For what is sweeter on this day,

Than, with the hearts we love, to pray?

It is the time to hope,-
To look beyond the tomb,-
To give our spirits wider scope,
And let them higher roam;
And, with the piercing eye of Faith,
See through the shadowy veil of death.

And oft, upon this day,

I've heard the Sabbath bell
Toll forth the mournful sign, to lay

One in his narrow cell

To moulder in his native dust,
Till earth again resign her trust.

Our Sabbaths here are short:
O may we be forgiven;

And make them the divine support

To lead us up to heaven!

For blessed souls by praise and prayer

Make an eternal Sabbath there.

London: R. Needham, Printer, 1, Belle-Sauvage-Yard, Ludgate-Hill,

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THE monastery of Oliva is situated in the vicinity of Oliva, a small sea-port town in Pomerania, on the southern coast of the Baltic, some eight or ten miles to the northwest of Dantzick. The engraving will show the situation to have been secluded, rural, and pleasant, resembling, in these respects, those which were generally selected for establishments of a similar character. It was founded in the twelfth century for Monks of the Cistercian order, and was richly endowed by several Sovereigns of Poland, within whose dominions it was for a long time included, who likewise conferred upon it many privileges and immunities. The church belonging to the convent is remarkably splendid and magnificent, having forty altars, which are all embellished with the richest ornaments. It has also several chapels, among which that of the Blessed Virgin is the most superb. Its splendid endowments, however, have not prevented it from sharing largely in the intestine commotions of the country to which it belonged. It has been demolished no less than seven times. The principal of these was in 1576, when Stephen Batori, Prince of Transylvania, having been elected King of Poland, the inhabitants of Dantzic, who were in favour of a Prince of the Austrian family, refused to submit.. Stephen marched against them; and having ravaged some of the land belonging to the magistrates of the city, they retaliated by VOL. III. Second Series. L

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