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to the house of God, to worship him who made heaven and earth, instead of the stupid wood or stone idols which they once worshipped!

My dear young reader, as God has, in his kind providence, cast your lot on England's happy shores, I hope you will always feel pity for those who dwell in lands of darkness. Always do all you can, even if it be but little, to help on this great and good work—the greatest and the best in the world. You will feel much more happy in thinking that you have spent your money in sending the glad tidings of great joy to the perishing heathen, than in wasting it in trifles that are no good to you, and no benefit to others.


Like the sun going forth on his mighty career,
To gladden the earth and illumine each sphere,
The chariot of Truth shall in majesty roll
O'er land, isle, and ocean, to each distant pole.
A glorious course it shall nobly pursue,
Enriching with radiance the Greek and the Jew;
And millions of heathen, their idols despising,
Shall hail its approach, and exult in its rising.
The shadows that cover the regions of Ham,
Shall vanish before the “light of the Lamb."
Each lovely green island, that gems the salt waves,
His truth shall convert, and his gospel shall save.
The slave is now free in the isles of the west,
And the negro with spiritual freedom is blest;
The palms of the south on its glories now gaze,
And the pines of the north have been tipt with its rays.

A voice in the desert-a voice in the wood !
A voice on the mountain-a voice on the flood!
“Thy glory is come!” abject heathen arise !
And greet the new light that now dawns on thy skies.
“His star in the east," is to millions display'd,
And its lustre has put the proud crescent in shade;
O'er the darkness of nations, for ages forlorn,
The Gospel is shedding millenial morn!
"The sign of the cross” has appeared-the blest sign-
And faith has read plainly the motto divine;
“He must reign" till all nations in homage bow down,
The wicked his footstool-believers his crown!
For life's crystal river shall everywhere flow,
And flowerless deserts, like Eden shall glow;
And wilds bleak and barren, burst forth in the glory,
Predicted by seers in prophetical story!
And the “record” denounces great Babel to fall,
Priest, pagod, fane, idol, mosque, minaret-all
The strong-holds of satan to ruin be hurl'd,
And the glory of God shall encircle the world!
The mighty may fight with Jehovah's decree,
And the sceptic may write that it never can be
But the finger of time on its dial shall stop,
E're one promise shall fail, or one prophecy drop.
Can ye stop it, proud scorners! your labour is vain,
Go first and tie up yon strong wind with a chain,
Count the stars, or the tides of the ocean control,
Or fuse the vast icebergs that rivet the pole!
Ye cannot-'tis rock-and the tempest may rave,
But its solid foundation repels the proud w ve;
Though satan himself should appear in the van,
Truth smiles at the rage and the fury of man.
All over the wide earth the Gospel shall spread,
And all men be blessed in Jesus, our head;
This vision delightful shall angels behold,
And under One Shepherd, the world be one fold!

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LUCY'S SCHOOL OF DUMB SCHOLARS. LITTLE girls are fond of playthings, but of all their playthings, nothing pleases them more than dolls.

What funny fancies some little girls have about their dolls. They will talk to them, and praise them, and scold them, just as if they were alive, and could hear, and know all that was said to them.

Lucy had four-yes, four dolls—all her own, and all dressed in a different way, and she had names for them allthere was Clara, and Rosa, and Eva, and one with a black face, which she called Topsy.

One day when in the parlour with mother and aunt Phæbe, Lucy set four chairs all in a row, and placed one on each chair. She had something to do to make them sit up, for they would slip on one side. Topsy was the worst;- but after a good deal of lifting up, and setting down, and a good scolding for her awkwardness, she made the little black scholar sit as upright, and as still as the white ones. There now," said Lucy, “You be all good girls, and learn your lessons well, and you shall have a holiday this rnoon."

In this way Lucy would amuse herself with her little dumb companions for an hour together. Mother and Aunt let her have her own way in playing with them, for they thought it was an innocent amusement that would not do her any harm, but might do good in exercising her mind, and drawing forth kind feelings from her heart.

But when she had played with them in her own funny and amusing way for an hour or so, her mother would say, "Now, Lucy, you have played with your dolls long enough; let them leave school, and put them all to bed together in your box.. They will be very quiet until the afternoon. Dolls dont fall out with one another, as some little live dolls do sometimes."

“ Live dolls, mother! are there any live dolls ? I wish you would buy some for me, mother; will you ?"

“Ah, I see you do not know what I mean, Lucy. I mean little boys and little girls like you."

“Oh, I thought you meant living dolls. I should so like a live doll.”

“I dare say you would my dear. But there are no such things. I was only comparing some little folks to live dolls."

Yes, I see now. But I dont want to be like a live doll. I hope to be something better than that.”


" It was.

“I hope so too, my dear. And the way for you to be better is to learn your lessons well. Dolls cannot learn, but you can."

"I will try, mother. I can read now a little you know, and I should like to read as well as you or father.”

“You may sometime, and I hope you will. But you must spend more time in trying before you do. Do you remember a verse that father read after breakfast this morning ?”

“I think I do. But I cannot say it off. Can you, mother ? It was something about a child and childish things." I will tell it


It was this—'When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.' And so you, Lucy, as you grow up to be a girl, and a woman, must put away these childish things. Your aunt and I have. You would not like to see us playing with dolls, would you Lucy?"

“No mother. I should think that very odd; and I dont think father would like to see you."

“I am sure he would not. And though we all like to see you amused and happy when playing with your dolls, you will have, before long, to put away these childish things, and learn many good things which you do not know yet, and if you do you will make us all happy."

“I will, mother; for I have sometimes thought when I have done playing with my dolls, that it is very silly of me to do so. I see that I must do something better soon and I will try."

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