Innocent, 164, 213, 290, 428, 475, 530, 662, | The Prescotts of Pamphillon, 23, 231, 355, 398, 724, 786 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. For EIGHT DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage. But we do not prepay postage on less than a year, nor when we have to pay commission for forwarding the money; nor when we club the LIVING Age with another periodical. An extra copy of THE LIVING AGE is sent gratis to any one getting up a club of Five New Subscribers. Remittances should be made by bank draft or check, or by post-office money-order, if possible. If neither of these can be procured, the money should be sent in a registered letter. All postmasters are obliged to register letters when requested to do so. Drafts, checks and money-orders should be made payable to the order of LITTELL & GAY. If I should die to-night, Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me, Recalling other days remorsefully. For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay? So I might rest, forgiven of all, to-night. Oh, friends, I pray to-night, Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow. The way is lonely, let me feel them now. Think gently of me; I am travel-worn: My faltering fect are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, I plead! When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need The tenderness for which I long to-night. B. S. Then of this also I am sure That Thou didst all these pains endure To abolish Sinn not Wheat. Creatures are good, and have their place Sinn onely, wch did all deface Thou drivest from his seat. I could beleeve an Impanation If Thou hadst dyde for Bread. That allso made Thee dead. That fflesh is there, mine eyes deny : If glorious bodies pass the sight Into my soule this cannot pass This gift of all gifts is the best, Thou took'st that pledg from mee: Give me not that I had before, GEO. HERBERT. CHILDREN'S EVENING HYMN. The sailor prayeth on the sea; The orphan puts away his fears; Thou sendest rest to tiréd feet, In grief, perplexity, or pain, We sleep that we may wake renewed, God of the weary. |