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despair not, nor fear to undertake a second charge. Learn only to place them in better keeping than thine own. Thou hast a friend in heaven, even Divine Strength; entrust them to his care: when the time to remember them arrives, despatch Prayer, that faithful messenger, to bring them to thy side; nor doubt, but thou shalt meet them healthy and matured, yielding to thyself unspeakable comfort, and bringing praise, and honor, and glory, to their heavenly Guardian.

She paused and humbled by my former failure, I felt disposed to receive with thankfulness, her salutary counsel. She now cast her eye on one bright spot, where stood a little group in lovely union. Then turning towards me with a joyous smile, she exclaimed,

It was from this fair mountain, whose beauteous regions as they still ascend, bear the names of Surrender, Dedication, and Thanksgiving, that received the testimony of Conscience, to the acts he witnessed there; when Prayer, leaning on the pillar of immutable truth, poured forth her melting eloquence, in the threefold language of faith, penitence, and love; while Gratitude inscribed on the same pedestal, in characters of living light, her sparkling Ebenezer. Hope, hovering in the midway air, seemed in her ardent eye, to catch the rays of heaven; and Charity, warmed by the beams of redeeming mercy, exclaimed, "Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?" not resting in the mere enquiry, but hastening from thence, to visit the children of sorrow; Sincerity stood by, approving all, with her smile of present peace, and dauntless resolution.

Whether ever in my waking hours, I had beheld a spot so lovely, is another consideration, but in sleep I seemed to recognize it; and turning to Memory, with more confidence than I had before experienced, waited her address :

I rejoice, she said, that thou didst find this favored place, and meet these blest associates, so close upon thine entrance: and as she spoke, the most engaging form I had ever beheld, appeared to spring up beside her, and advance towards me.

Sweet is thine approbation, I replied: and thou wilt seal it, by giving me this angelic creature, for my companion and my friend. Then hastening with open arms, to embrace that fair reward, I pressed it exulting to my heart. Absorbed with the


bright smile which Memory had given me; it was some time before I turned my eye upon her altered countenance; but when I did so, it was grave and severe. Immediately I endeavored to loosen my hold, of the object which had so charmed me, that I might, if required, relinquish it. What then was my horror, on relaxing my grasp, to find a deadly snake enfolded in my arms. Unable to shake it from me, I cried out in the anguish of my spirit," Who, who will deliver me?"

I, said a little simple child, fearlessly seizing the monster's head, and dashing it to the ground. Now let me lie in thy bosom, and I will tell thee how all this misery befel thee. The form that so bewitched thy soul was Praise; and but for thy foolish haste, and inordinate desire to possess her, thou wouldst have seen a still fairer Being, to whom it was intended thou shouldst lead her. That Being is known by the name of Grace; and at her feet, Praise would have reviewed with thee, the sweet enjoyments of that pleasant scene; would have honored her, by reminding thee, it was she alone who led thee there, and would have filled thy heart with joy, at the remembrance of her favours. But thou didst seize her for thyself, and expect her to minister to thy complacence. Wonder not then, that she slid from thine embrace, and left nothing but the serpent Pride, to fasten on thy breast. Venomous is that adder, and deadly would have been its bite, had not that very Grace-thy slighted benefactor-sent me to thine aid. My name is Humility; and if thou have learned wisdom from thy danger, thou wilt petition from this hour, to have me ever near thee.

With a wary step and more self-diffidence, I turned to resume my journey with Memory. And now methought 'I followed her with joy: for she led me to my favorite haunts, the beautiful grounds belonging to Friendship. There I had often wandered with my chosen companions, in the paths of social intercourse. I smiled as Memory remarked, the majestic flow, and the soft and gentle windings, of the river of Affection; for we had drank of its waters, and our spirits had been refreshed. In those bowers of confidence I had reposed when weary; and I could recall the time, when fainting and exhausted, I had been nourished by the grateful fruits of sympathy, or had held VOL. III. 3d SERIES.


them forth to the revival of others. Here we had strolled along the gay parterres, and culled the sweetest flowers of taste, and wit, and lively thought; there we had entered the shades of meditation, or emerging from them, had climbed the steep hill of research. Every spot was sacred, and presented the tender remembrance, of kind emotions, pleasant converse, mutual assistance and support. The eye of Memory sparkled as she said,

We will not hasten from so sweet a scene, for this is a region inexpressibly dear to me.

Here then, sweet Memory, I replied, thou findest nothing to condemn.

Not so, answered my guide, even in this place, did Conscience whisper more than once, his salutary cautions. When thou wast enjoying to the full, all the refined pleasures of this land of sweets, how audibly did he exclaim, "Beware lest in his pleasant gifts, thou forget the gracious Giver: let the streams of affection lead thee to the fountain of love, and the delights of earthly friendship, to that more powerful and more tender Friend, the Friend who loves at all times."—Again, while busily engaged in rendering offices of kindness, hast thou not too often tarried in this beauteous vale, when thou oughtest to have been on the mount of devotion, or drawing from the wells of inspiration, the supply of thy spiritual necessities? At such a scason, I beheld the downcast eye of Conscience, and heard him bitterly enquire, "Wilt thou not hereafter have cause to exclaim with Wolsey, 'O that I had served my God, with half the zeal I served my friends."


Glancing more widely over the extended prospect, I saw much to humble and to grieve me. What are those decayed fruits, and those harvests that never have been reaped, I asked ?

They are lost opportunities of doing, and of getting good. On the season of in-gathering, thou wast reclining on the bank of Indolence, lulled by the sleepy murmurs of the stream of apathy.

A little farther, I beheld a scene of painful desolation. A torrent of Passion had burst from its bounds, with overwhelming force, destroying all that was fair and pleasant, in its fearful course. I observed also, stealing through one wide

and gloomy entrance, and spreading themselves on all sides, a multitude of noxious reptiles, evil beasts, and birds of prey. "Alas, I cried, what are all these ?"

They are sinful tempers and dispositions, worldliness, vanity, selfishness, irritability, impatience, and a variety of other evils; and they enter at the gate of natural depravity. I spread them before thee at the command of Truth: yet fear not; she is herself at hand, and has only displayed them to thy view, that thou mayest prize the instruction she is about to give thee. She will teach thee how to guard against their inroads, and to prevent them from marring thy new inheritance. To her care I resign thee; and to that inheritance, thou mayest now direct thine eye. Experience stands ready to attend thee on thy coming journey; and in her note-book are recorded, the observations I have made. Consult her, and thou shalt find her presence beneficial.

So saying, my conductress gracefully retired; and in an instant, I found myself upon the steps of a magnificent throne, plain indeed, and unadorned; but composed of solid, pure, and burnished gold. It was so elevated moreover, that I gained a clear and distinct view, not only of that division of country through which I had passed, but in some respects, of that on which I was to enter. The Power at whose feet I stood, was glorious beyond description: yet bright, not dazzling, was the appearance that she wore. I raised my eye towards her; and read upon her forehead, in resplendent characters, the name of Truth. In her hand she held a mighty lamp, whose lustre far excelled the noon-day sun: it was the lamp of revelation; and as its beams fell on the scenes below, beheld from that exalted station, I saw that their clear stream of light, distinctly marked the paths of safety and of peace. It was a narrow way; and yet it included every spot, which could be in any sense, pleasant or desirable; and I could plainly perceive, that no real evil had ever befallen me, but when I had wandered from that sacred way; or broken down its safe inclosure, for the admittance of some monster; who, disguised in apparent beauty, had charmed my foolish heart. And seeing that similar dangers threatened my future progress, I earnestly entreated, not only that the light of revelation

might shine upon my way; but that my eye might ever turn towards it, and my feet follow its infallible direction.

I ceased; and once more resumed the posture of attention: but no new wonders were presented to my sight. The voice of Truth, from the summit of her golden throne, alone addressed



Mortal! rejoice in thy privilege: look back, and be humbled; apply to the fountain of redeeming mercy, to wash away soil contracted in thy journey. Then enter gratefully upon the scene before thee: let Experience teach thee thy weakness; and entreat a divine Helper to abolish the wide gate of natural depravity; to strengthen the enclosure that marks thy holy boundary; and to hold up thy goings in his paths, that thy footsteps slip not.

So closed this pleasant vision. But when I opened my eyes, in the dawning light of the new-born year, I felt desirous to retain its salutary impression; and should my reader deem it such, I trust he will retain it also. May we be enabled, so to improve the period before us, that if we reach the close, we may review it with gratitude and comfort. Once more would I remind you, my young friends, that the pleasures of Memory, are inseparably connected with the approbation of Conscience: nor shall I apply the passage unadvisedly, if I add, “What God hath joined together, let not man put asunder."

S. S. S.

TWELFTH CAKES, OR AUNT SOPHIE'S DREAM. SINCE the days of good John Bunyan, it has been permitted to christian writers occasionally to enlighten the world through the medium of their dreams; and it is a common observation, that the character and disposition of the mind and temper of an individual, may sometimes be as well ascertained by the visions of the night, when sleep seals up the powers of the body, and gives the soul liberty to make her own excursions, and pursue her own speculations at pleasure, no mortal thing controling her; as when she is engaged in the actual operations of broad daylight, with her hand-maids, the senses, waiting around her.

It is the remark of an amiable writer, that never in all his dreams did he find himself guilty of an attempt to murder his

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