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trench not on the Lord's day to use unlawfull sports: this were to spare thine own flock, and to sheere God's lambe.
Let thy recreations be ingenious, and bear proportion with thine age. If thou saist with St. Paul, "When I was a child, I did as a child," say also with him, "But when I was a man, I put away childish things." Wear also the child's coat, if thou usest his sports.
Refresh that part of thy body which is most wearied.-If thy life be sedentary, exercise thy body: if stirring and active, recreate thy mind. But take heed of cosening thy mind, in setting it to do a double task, under pretence of giving it a play-day, as in the labyrinth of chesse, and other studious games.
Choak not thy soul with immoderate pouring in of the cordiall of pleasure. The creation lasted but six dayes of the first week: prophane they, whose recreation lasts seven dayes every week :rather abridge thyself of thy lawfull liberty therein, and then recreations shall both strengthen labour, and sweeten rest; and we may expect God's blessing and protection on us in following them, as well as in doing our work.-As for those who will not take lawfull pleasure, it is to be feared they will take unlawfull pleasure, and by lacing themselves too hard, grow awry on one side.
CHARITY has been well expressed by the embleme of a naked child giving honey to a bee without wings: onely, I would have one thing added; namely, holding a whip in the other hand, to drive away the drones.
Those are ripe for charitie, which are withered by age or impotencie-especially if maimed in following their calling; for such are Industrie's martyrs, at least her confessours: adde to these, those, that with diligence, fight against poverty, though neither conquer, till death make it a drawn battel. Expect not, but prevent their craving of thee; for God forbid the heavens should never rain till the earth first opens her mouth, seeing some grounds will sooner burn than chap.
THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH BED.
FOR THE CHRISTIAN DISCIPLE.
Dark is the hour. Upon his bed of death
Already fluttering on the verge of fate,
The throne begirt with thousand ransomed souls,
Redeemed from earth and snatched from sin and death,
He sees the vision, longs to share the bliss,
And smiling, weeping, breathes his soul away.
FROM BOWRING'S SPECIMENS OF THE RUSSIAN POETS.
ODE BY DERZHAVIN.
O thou eternal One! whose presence bright
Unchanged through time's all devastating flight;
*This is the poem of which Golovnin says in his narrative, that it has been translated into Japanese by order of the emperor, and is hung up, embroidered with gold, in the temple of Jeddo, I learn from the periodicals, that an honour something similar has been done in China to the same poem. It has been translated into the Chinese and Tartar languages, written on a piece of rich silk, and suspended in the imperial palace at Pekin.
Thou only God! There is no God beside!
Whom none can comprehend and none explore;
In its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean-deep-may count
And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high,
Thou from primeval nothingness didst call
Sprung forth from Thee:-of light, joy, harmony,
Thy word created all, and doth create;
Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine.
Thou art, and wert, and shalt be! Glorious! Great! Light-giving, life sustaining Potentate!
Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround:
As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze,
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
Of heaven's bright army glitters in Thy praise.
A million torches lighted by thy hand
Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,
All this magnificence in Thee is lost :
What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee?
Nought! But the effluence of Thy light divine,
I am, O God! and surely Thou must be!
Thou art directing, guiding all, Thou art! :
Close to the realms where angels have their birth,
The chain of being is complete in me;
I can command the lightning, and am dust!
Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and Thy word
O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest!
God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar,
1. A Collection of Psalms and Hymns, for Social and Private Worship. "God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding." Ps. xlvii. 7. New-York: 1820.
2. A Selection of Hymns and Psalms for Social and Private Worship. Andover: 1821. pp. 307.
THE New-York collection stands of right at the head of this article. It is the larger and more sightly book; we look at it with a peculiar interest and kindness on account of the church for the use of which it was prepared; and it has had already a long claim upon our notice. Nor do we know of a Hymn Book, which we think better adapted to serve the ends of worship. It contains a convenient number of pieces, selected very judiciously from a great variety of authors. It embraces a large circle of subjects, and thus seems to furnish something appropriate to all the feelings and topics which belong to religious service. The whole style of its poetry is pure and elevated. We are not disgusted with rhapsody, nor wearied with the spiritless prosing that so often assumes the form of sacred numbers. There is no tinsel and prettiness, asking to be looked at and examined amidst the solemn praises of God; but all is comely, dignified and devout. The tone that prevails throughout is a manly one, whether it expresses joy or grief, trust or fear, gratitude or contrition; equally so when it is subdued in acknowledgment or tremulous with affliction, as when it swells into the highest ascriptions which the exulting heart offers up to its Maker. Now this last is no small praise: of which we shall be