252 THE NEGLECTED CALL. Earth is but a pleasant garden; cull its roses whilst thou may; Press the juice from purple clusters, fill life's chalice with the wine, Taste the fairest fruits which tempt thee, all its richest fruits are thine." Ah! the path was smooth and easy-but a snare was set therein, "Oh! my Father," cried I inly, "Thou hast striven-I have willed, But the still small voice within me, earnest in its truth and deep, reap; God is just, and retribution follows each neglected call; Thou hadst thy appointed duty taught thee by the Lord of all, Thou wert chosen-but another filled the place assigned thee, Henceforth in my field of labour thou mayst but a gleaner be. "But a work is still before thee-see thou linger not again, Separate the chaff thou gleanest, beat it from among the grain, Follow after these my reapers, let thine eyes be on the field, Gather up the precious handfuls their abundant wheat sheaves yield; Go not hence to glean, but tarry from the morning until night, Be thou faithful, thou mayst yet find favour in thy Master's sight." Phila., 11th Mo. 1850. H. LLOYD. Ecology. "OF all the studies which relate to the material universe, there is none, perhaps, which appeals so powerfully to our senses, or which comes into such close and immediate contact with our wants and enjoyments, as that of Geology. In our hourly walks, whether on business or for pleasure, we tread with heedless step upon the apparently uninteresting objects which it embraces but could we rightly interrogate the rounded pebble at our feet, it would read us an exciting chapter on the history of primeval times, and would tell us of the convulsions by which it was wrenched from its parent rock, and of the floods by which it was abraded, and transported to its present humble locality. In our visit to the picturesque and the sublime in nature we are brought into close proximity to the more interesting phenomena of geology. In the precipices which protect our rock-girt shores, which flank our mountain glens, or which variegate our lowland valleys, and in the shapeless fragments at their base, which the lichen colours, and round which the ivy twines, we see the remnants of uplifted and shattered beds, which once reposed in peace at the bottom of the ocean. Nor does the rounded bowlder which would have defied the lapidary's wheel of the Giant Age, give forth a less oracular response from its grave of clay, or from its lair of sand. Floated by ice from some Alpine summit, or hurried along in torrents of mud, and floods of water, may have traversed a quarter of the globe, amid the crash of falling forests, and the death shrieks of the noble animals which they sheltered. The mountain range, too, with its catacombs below, along which the earthquake transmits its terrific sounds, reminds us of the mighty power by which it was upheaved,while the lofty peak with its cap of ice, or its nostrils of fire, places in our view the tremendous agencies which have been at work beneath us. it 22 22 253 But it is not merely amid the powers of external nature, that the once hidden things of the earth are presented to our view. Our temples and our palaces are formed from the rocks of a primeval age bearing the very ripple-marks of a Pre-Adamite ocean-grooved by the passage of the once moving bowlder, and embosoming the relics of an ancient life, and the plants by which it was sustained. Our dwellings, too, are ornamented with the variegated limestones-the indurated tombs of molluscous lifeand our apartments heated with the carbon of primeval forests, and lighted with the gaseous element which it confines. From the green bed of the ocean has been raised the pure and spotless marble, to mould the divine lineaments of beauty, and perpetuate the expressions of intellectual power. From a remoter age, and a still greater depth, the primary and secondary rocks have yielded a rich tribute to the chaplet of rank, and to the processes of art. The diamond and the sapphire, while they shine in the royal diadem, and in the imperial sceptre, are invaluable instruments in the hands of the artisan: and the ruby and the topaz, and the emerald and the chrysoberyl, have been scattered from the jewel caskets of our mother Earth, to please the eye, and to gratify the vanity of her children." SIR DAVID BREWSTER. IF there be sermons in stones, what think ye of the hymns and psalms, matin and vesper, of the lark, who, at heaven's gate sings of the wren, who pipes his thanksgivings, as the slant sunbeam shoots athwart the massy portal of the cave, in whose fretted roof she builds her nest above the waterfall? 66 Charity. -TEACH us true self-denial-we who seek To pluck the mote out of our brother's creed, The water-drop and die. With zeal we watch To note the orbit of that star of love, Yes, even the heathen tribes, Who from our lips amid their chaos dark, The certainty that they are one in Christ: That simple clue, which, through life's labyrinth, leads Each differing sect, whose base Which, sweetly blended with the skill of love, We toil, To controvert, to argue, to defend, And visioned heresies. E'en brethren deem A dense partition wall,—though Christ hath said So come forth, Ye who have safest kept that Saviour's law In one bright focal point, their quenchless zeal : L. H. S. IN the nice adjustment of part with part, of sentiment with sentiment, of practice with practice,-in the unbroken harmony which pervades the great whole-I cannot but perceive a strong confirming evidence that the religious system of "Friends" results from the operations of the Divine Spirit, and is based on the unvarying principles of the law of God. J. J. G. |