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The trust—the hope of winning back again, The gushing tenderness poured forth so free!

Father, thy will be done ! Thou who didst hear my wildly pleading prayer, When Death's dark wing o'ershadowed one loved

brow, From the cold grave my treasure thou didst

spareA dearer boon I yield unto thee now.

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of her majesty, who gives her special protection to the industrious girls.

"Such is this asylum, truly admirable in all its details, founded by the exertions of a poor woman; so true is it that Providence frequently, from the smallest origin, produces the greatest results. The story of Rosa Govona serves to prove in what way, without saddling any expense upon the citizens, and without donations or legacies, so vast a scheme of labor may be brought to a successful termination. In a little chapel adjoining the work-rooms, I read the following monumental inscription :- Here

repose the remains of Rosa Govona de Mondovi, who from her youth consecrated herself to God, for whose glory she founded in her country, in this city, and divers others, retreats for unfortunate young females, in order to lead them to serve God, and gave them excellent rules, to attach them to piety and labor. During her administration of more than thirty years, she gave constant proofs of an admirable charity and an indomitable perseverance.

he passed to the life eternal the 28th day of February, in the year 1776, and of her age the 60th. The children recognize in her their mother and benefactress, and consecrate this monument to her memory.'

“Humble words these, when one considers the good which has been done, and the benefits which these institutions still continue to conser upon the country, and for which Rosa merits the highest possible eulogiums. I was deeply affected, especially when I considered that the good Rosa Govona had as yet received no place amongst the list of the benefactors of the human race.”

May this little paper make her known as she deserves to be.

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HEB. xiii. 14 : For here have we no continuing city.

When the child is swiftly passing down the river, to him it seems as though the lines of houses and trees on the shore were passing, when really it is only himself. So under the influence of strong feeling men transfer to outward things what is really only transpiring within themselves. They speak of having “no continuing city,” when the simple fact is, the city continues, but they pass out of it. It is a solemn moment with any thoughtful man when he has to come down from his lofty height of feeling, where it had seened to him that all nature and art sympathized with him in his sorrow, when in reality he has been but magnifying his consequence and thinking of himself“ more highly than he ought to think.” The sun rises in its primal glory; the stars shine in the twilight

FATHER, thy will be done ! Teach me to bless thee-though the cheering

light Of Hope, hath faded from my yearning heart ; Send thou a star to gild the gathering night, And bid the shadows from my soul depart.

Father, thy will be done ! Take back thy wanderer-all hath been in vainThe dream of peace, in loving aught save thee ;


heavens; and the moon rolls up her radiant cha- deur; when thought masters the senses, and riot from out the valley and clothes the hills in mind is recognized as the only enduring thing. a beauty all her own, as though no tear was The city of the soul has, indeed, here no repreever shed, or parting word ever spoken. Soli- sentative in the gorgeous show of inaterial in. tude, silence, and darkness, are many times dustry and modern civilization. There is no more desired by grief than society, speech, and earthly city worthy of being its continual home; light; because the heart magnifies its emotions and the humblest Christian, like Bunyan in pris. as no other can magnify then, and there is, on, may be dwelling amid splendor and magnifitherefore, no response to the fulness of its woe. cence that has no parallel in any city on the

There is something really sublime in the vis- grandest of festival days, or at the proudest moion which the text and context suggests as hav- ment of prosperity and display. To remember ing taken possession of the Apostle's inind. He this is our duty. It has inspirited thousands to had dwelt on the pre-eminent dignity and offices

abandon wealth rather than honesty, and to find of Jesus; he had exhorted to the duties of res- God in obscurity rather than lose bim in the ponsive love; and he concludes his epistle with glitter of fame and popularity. It has given a strong word in behalf of fidelity to him who,

nerves firmer than steel, endurance the most hein his offices and relations to man as Mediator

roic, and a spirit of victory as unconquerable as and Redeemer, is “the same yesterday, to-day,

the ocean, as irresistible as the tides. To sell and forever." “ We have an altar," he says,

his soul for a city, is no temptation to such; for “ whereof they have no right to eat who serve

the soul is grander than the city, and more en. the tabernacle." A better religion has a better

during. Its glory is perpetual. life for its adherents; and to those who had ac

But it is difficult to keep strained to this bigh cepted Christ, there were joys and blessings

note in the Christian's song. With divine which must, of necessity, be unknown to those

faith we have human hearts. The seen affects who still read Moses with a veil upon their

us as the unseen cannot. Our life, our joy, our heart, and pursued shadows to the missing of

virtue even, seems sometimes centred in one the substance. And then the Death of Jesus, the place. There our best years have been passed, great sacrifice, loomed up: Jesus was seen, as it and no other place can have the experience of were, bearing his cross without the gate of the those years.


pass away is really to have the city, and the faithful are called to behold and city pass—it ceases to be what it was-it is not follow him up the hill of sacrifice. Doing this, visible as it once was; and however its familiar in feeling and imagination, the city seemed to

streets, with their stores and houses, may be presthe disciple to pass away, when, in reality, it ent to the imagination, there is something like continued the same. There it was, with its

a shroud about them and the silence of the grave. thronged streets and wealthy palaces; its marts It is with such a city as with the dead. The and its halting places ; its retreats of prayer and

dead live to our faith ; they go on in progress; its gorgeous temple; its representatives of all we are not essential to their growth; but live as nations and peoples, who, by their presence, told they may, and improve as they may, they are of the many cities afar that were continuing des. not to us, nor we to them, what they and we pite the ravages of death and the passing away were when they were visible to us, and we gave of those who once gave direction to the energies to and received directly from them in the interof the citizens. But to the strong feelings of change of lip and eye. So with the city; afar the Apostle it seemed as though the city was from it, we know it still is, but for us it contin. | not; it appeared to float away as gilded vapor, ues not as it once continued. It is a Memory. and the continuing city was that which was to It is to be called up to the Imagination, not to come, -the city of the Messiah, the city of God, the Eye. It is no longer to give the daily stimuthe city whose palaces were Truth, whose tem- lus to our thoughts, the direction to our efforts, ple was Love, and whose light was the glory of the changes to our most secret life, as in the past. God.

We are not there to hail the new born, nor weep In comparison with the endurance of this city, above the dead. We are not to be gladdened Jerusalem was indeed a thing of the moment, at the growth of the youth, or to be saddened by and Rome, on her seven hills, but the pageant the decay of the aged. We are not to feel ele. of an hour. It is grand to think how transient vated by the progress of great principles as is every thing belonging to the outward world though we were a part of the city thus moved when the soul is fully awakened to its own gran- to a higher and nobler life, nor depressed and

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shamed by the tardy step of reform and improve- sacred to me by a thousand associations; and ment. And say what we will, there is a solemn now I ask that He will aid the souls to whom I sense in which the departing can say of the city have been something in a spiritual way, to give of his long residence, Here have we no contin

up me-to so give me up that I may not be in uing city."

the way of any just transfer of feeling, but be The city will indeed survive. The sunlight

quoted as one who wrought for the same end to will fall on its thousands of dwellings; the which the Coming Man may direct his labors. sounds of awakening industry will break on the We are not essential to each other. We can morning air, and the noon-bell will call the la

stand apart and grow; and from our branches borers to lay by the hammer and the sledge, to the great Husbandman may pluck the grapes still the wheel and lift the valve, and crowd the that shall fill the cup of Communion with the streets to where plenty awaits hunger; the evening star will look in upon many a group by the

same richness of refreshing drink, telling that

the same sun has shone upon the vine in the casement, and lamps will ficker here and there

one place and in the other, and that both alike amid the mist that suddenly falls as the winds beat

were “rooted and grounded in love." up the ocean vapors to shroud the river shores

Yes, the city continues though the man perand fill the streets with misty dimness. But the

ishes. It is humbling to pride to see how every city continues no longer as it once existed to the

thing goes on just the same as though the absoul. There is no charm that can make it so.

sent were present. He was told what great inInsensibly other influences will operate to forni

terests would suffer, what a loss would be susother habits, customs, modes of thinking and

tained, but it is really but as the waters part feeling, and in a little while the change in the

when the boat glides through them :-in a little speech of the visitor betrays from whence he

while the troubled stream is quiet, and the recame, and that he is a guest where he was late

flection of the overshadowing rock or tree is as a citizen.

perfect as in a mirror. The fact is, the individIt is well then that proper feelings be invited ual lives to but a small circle, except in very unto the heart when a city, where a soul has

usual cases, and his passing is more like the litknown a marked experience, is to be left. Such

tle fluttering of the leaves on the branch of the parting, say what we will, is something like a tree when the bird fies away, than like even farewell to a friend who may live to our Mern

the lightest passing of the boat in the stream. ory, but may not to our Sight; and as far as

Let us not make ourselves of too great consethe friends of the departing one who leaves the

quence. Let us call up the growth of the city, city make a portion of that city, the sadness and

its multiplied agencies, its methods of improvesolemn thought of the time may be reciprocated.

ment, its rapid increase in population, its eviIt is a fact that we are no longer to be what we dence of energy and enterprise, and see it all have been. We shall live to each other indeed,

like some gorgeous vision of Power in which we but not as we have lived. SOMETHING IS TO DIE

may be represented but as a mere bubble,-it TO DAY. We shall be interested in each other,

may be a bubble that a Newton used, but a bubready to rejoice and weep as the good God may ble still,—the explosion of which did not stop send joy or sorrow; and I hope we shall pray

the progress of the science of Light; for other for each other, and that our Divine Savior will

bubbles were to be found and were used. see us pursuing different ways to the same eter

To the misanthrope and to the child of vanity nal centre of Love, Light, and Liberty. But

there is nothing more oppressive than this indeSOMETHING must die to day. We must not wish

pendence which a city has over the individual. to be what we have been to each other. Some

To the one, it seems as though there was no life feelings must be transferred, and around another

but in association with numbers, that like some name you must weave the garland freshest from

armies seem immortal, as the name of the old the hand of friendship. Some other must have meniber is taken by the new; but the vain man the good things this city would have given to

is an amusing spectacle as he keeps up the prosme had I longer tarried here; and not the shad- ecution of little arts to make himself seem of ow of a reed shall be in the way, on my part, to consequence-arts that betray his jealousy, his prevent the passing to him of all that might, in

longing to have a place that does not belong to your best moments, have been prepared for me. him, and that makes wander like a ghost Prostrate before God I have asked him to help that would disturb the festival of the new marme give up this city—this field of earnest labor, ' riage and forbid the banns, forgetting that he is

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but a ghost. It is better to die once for all when our time comes. It is better to own to ghost

A FALENTINE. ship, and keep in the realms of shade, appearing DEAR Valentine, how oft my thoughts will roam, in the flesh and blood of a mere visitor, not a

From the thronged city to my mountain home ; disturber of the peace, claiming our widow as

How oft in fancy from the crowd I flee, our bride.

Again to wander by the lake with thee. Of one thing we may be certain, A man lives in the city he leaves, but the life he then lives 0, when the sunset clouds grow gray at even, there, is not to be changed or touched. In this And the fair twilight star comes forth in heaven ; sense we must reverse our language and say, When the moon smiles upon our own dear lake, Here have we a continuing city. Paul lived in

Whose silver waves such sad sweet music make, Tarsus after he went to Damascus, and at Da.

Do wave and cloud, pale moon, or shimmering mascus after he went on his mission of Truth

star, to other cities,—Ephesus, Philippi, Corinth,

Waken a single thought of one afar? Rome; in all of which he left a life of power

Ah! were I but the healthful mountain air, when he departed from their liinits. If we think

To kiss thy brow and wave thy raven hair ; we have done any thing in the way of Christian

Or a soft star above thy path to gleam, effort, we need not sorrow as though the work

And cheer thee nightly with a loving beam ; passed with the man. No! the work remains

Or the pure wave to sparkle for thine eye, just as truly as the houses which have been built

And murmur music as it wanders by! by mechanics whose trowels strike the brick no more in the streets. And so our friend's work Yes, I would be a cloud, a fower, a tree, remains when he goes away. No man can kill

Or aught that's fair and beautiful to thee. it. It is not a flame to be put out with water

Oh, I would be a tender thought, a sigh, from the river, or by even the new fire anni

To wake within thy heart, and there to die ! hilator. It is like the Wind—“thou canst not tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth.” Its 1 Received too late for our last No. effects will prove its existence. It lives as prayer lives to God when it has died on the ear. Who can tell how prayer works the mighty end for which it is offered, and to which it is direct

ESTIMATES OF LIFE. ed by the overruling care of God ? So the path of the continued life of one who goes out from a

The same truths present a very different as. city is not to be traced as we once traced his pect, and confirm a very different view to one form in the thoroughfare or in the home. It is

man, from what they do to another. To prolike all spirit,no one can tell its place of lodg. ceed at once to the most important illustration ment. Some have said the soul was in the

of this, the Christian, cherishing one main constomach, some in the heart, some in the brain, ception of human life, sees some facts as prima. and so on ; but it is all idle guess work; and so

ry, and others as secondary, while to the sensu. of what a man has done for God and his truth-alist, it is precisely the reverse. Indeed, they it cannot be seen, it may be traced, to this per

may be said to interchange views of human life; son or class, humble or exalted, but it is some

to both it is trivial, to both it is great, but in where a vitality, a power, a regenerating force.

senses exactly opposite. This may satisfy the man who feels he must die

In one point of view, human life is a great in one sense to a city; and it

thing to the sensualist. also satisfy

It is so when he looks may those who feel sorrow at heart because that

at it from within, because, entertaining no condeath must take place. God lives, and every

ceptions which rise above its animal or material thing that has lived for Him lives on like the

uses, to him it is every thing. It contains the growth of the grain that crowns the hill-side

sum total of his hopes, his joys, his treasures. with green and gold in luxuriant increase,

Like the widow's two mites, these days and though the seed of that fruitfulness is no more.

hours, ebbing so fast away, constitute all he has,

even all his living. He recognizes no domain Sept. 1851.

of being, except that which is comprised in the

circle of his perception; he conceives no happi“ But not to me can the present seem

pess but that which mates itself with his bound. Like a foolish tale, or an idle dream."


ing pulses. Of what lies outside, his soul nev- as trivial. Turning upon it the cold gaze of er pauses to think; or, if it hovers a moment science, it becomes merely a phenomenon of over that speculation, it drops into dark and nature; a result evolved in the everlasting progloomy conjecture, and flies back to the present, cess of things. No view of life is so depressing as its only tabernacle of love and desire. To and heartless as that of a philosophic material. him, this life is great in itself; in its breathing ist, or sceptic. It withdraws from the universe consciousness, its sunlight and its air. It is to the light of a personal and Infinite Father; it him a harp, which, if shattered, you destroy all severs the vital ligaments of man's worth and music; a lamp, which, if quenched, you put out duty, and quenches in his heart the sparks of all light. Kept continually close to his eye, it immortal hope. Viewing him only as an effect covers the expanse of the horizon, and veils the projected by the mysterious agencies of matter, stars. It is great in, itself, and it is great in its perishable as the plant or the brute; regarding accessories, its pomp, its wealth, its pleasure. him as a material object among other objects, Indeed, these are as important as life itself; for whirled in the orbit of eternal necessity, and if this present being be regarded as all, what we under the control of unbending and unpitying possess, what we wear, or eat, or grasp, is an laws, it bids him look upward, where worlds lie essential part of life. Money is life; fame is strewn thick as golden sands, and then acknowllife; the splendid apparel and the sumptuous edge his insignificance; it bids him look down banquet are life. If there is nothing within us into the unsounded chasm of the grave, and that transcends these material circumstances, there behold his end. From no quarter have then man and they are equal, having a like dig. there issued such mean and degrading views of nity and significance. So, this earthly existence human life, such satire upon man's weakness is a great thing, when, like the sensualist, we and worthlessness, such withering scorn at all confessedly or virtually regard it as our all; he attempts or executes, as from those whose when its forms are, for us, the only substantial conceptions of our nature are sensual and materealities; when its tumult drowns all other rial, and who have looked upon it from the side voices; when its glitter eclipses all other splen- of science or philosophy. dors; when it darkens our heaven, and banishes But, to the Christian, looking upon human our God; when it is great enough to bind all life from the same point of view, yet with a visthe affections, to absorb all the interests, and to ion of intense spiritual sympathy, it rises at once fill all the capacities of a human soul.

into greatness and importance. Viewed in its But, on the other hand, life, regarded from essence, considered in its relations, its capacithis point of view, by the Christian, appears ex- ties, its purposes, it becomes a grand and extremely small. Seen by him as a mere mortal haustless fact. So far from dwindling before term, and with only its sensual relations, it is the greatness of nature, this only furnishes vastas a vapor and a dream, for it lies enfolded er suggestions of its destiny, and wider fields within conceptions that stretch out through eter- for its capabilities. While, considering man as nity, and that are overshadowed with the reflec- only a material object, he might be disposed to tion of Divine realities. In itself, it is but a say, “When I consider Thy heavens, the work hasty breath, a momentary spark, a swift run- of Thy fingers, the moon and stars, which Thou ning brook, measured off by a few spring flow- had ordained, what is man, that Thou art minders, a few withered leaves. And its accessories ful of him, or the son of man, that Thou visitest are but the glories of an hour, the drapery of de- him ?" And while the condescension admitted cay; the uncertain sceptre, the glittering dust, in these questions fills him with humility and that drops broken and useless from the hands gratitude, still, he rejoices in the fact that God of the dead. To him who rises into the scope is mindful of him, that God has visited him, and of a truly spiritual view, small indeed is the span also has singled him out with infinite goodness, of mortal existence. Tracing the current of im. and distinguished him from the plant or the mortal years, its days of joy and sorrow dwindle brute; for He has made hin a little lower than to a point; gazing upon countless regions of life the angels, and crowned him with glory and and thought, its theatre of action, with all the honor. He recognizes the fact that he is not pomp and excitement it holds, shrinks to a dim merely a material object, but a spiritual and imobscurity.

mortal being. And, comprehended in this vis. But again, looking upon human lise from ion, life is a great fact. without, the sensualist or materialist regards it [linir. Quarterly.


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