difference between our feelings in disputing of religion, and those we experience ten minutes afterwards in contending for the beauty of a picture, or the merits of a book? All things are naked and open to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do.-HEB. iv. 15. How feel we when this thought comes to our mind—all things open-Thoughts closed up as it seems to us in the deepest recesses of our bosom, repressed, perhaps, the moment they arise, as unmeet to be indulged-Feelings forbidden so much as a sigh, lest it betray them; disowned, it may be, even to ourselves-all naked, unglossed, unvarnished-without the false covering we give our errors, the fair names and plausible excuses we make for our own and others' follies? How do we meet the thought? With careless unconcern-with fearless ef frontery—not one start of horror, that an eye too pure to look upon iniquity and let it pass, is fixed intently on every movement of our souls; then we may own the fact, but we do not believe it. None can really believe the eye of God is thus upon them, and remain indifferent. Does the thought come to us in terror? Is it painful to us to think that our Father shares the degrading secret of our follies? Would we have it otherwise-veil, were it possible, our bosoms from him, and avert his searching glance? O then, we do not love him and trust him as we ought! We have yet to learn that his knowledge of our infirmities is the only hope we have of escaping their bitter consequence: as well might the suffering patient desire to conceal from the physician the malady he sends for him to cure. As the sick man is glad when he perceives his case is understood, so should our hearts be glad that he who alone can make us righteous knows all the hardness of his task-that faults which we should overlook or excuse, he will discover and correct; and in his mercy wipe away stains, too faint for our perception here, but strong enough to mar our happiness in heaven, if we might take them there, Yes-tremendous as should be the idea of God's watchful presence to the impenitent, to the believing and repentant spirit it should be a source of most holy consolation. Pride would conceal our faults, and shrinks from exposure: humility, abased that they should be there, would rather lay them all before her God, and bear the shame, so he but finds the remedy. It is thus that the thought of God's omniscient eye, surveying every secret of our hearts, becomes a grateful contemplation-it is thus that at every movement of the sin we hate, we can look up with satisfaction and say, "O God, thou seest it too! Thou canst subdue it, though I cannot!" Walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called. EPHES. iv. 1. It is objected to the religious, that they make themselves particular by differing in their habits from other people. If a child is born to rank and fortune, he is reared with habits suited to the station he is expected to fill. It would be thought very strange to see him idle and unshod, loitering about the corners of the streets. So, if a man be placed in an elevated station, we deem it very scandalous to find him associated, in habits and feelings, with the canaille of the people. How then can it be that those who are the children of God, preparing for an eternity of glory, and really and joyfully expecting it, should in every practice and habit blend and intermix themselves with those who think not of a God as a Father, if they think of him at all-and as for eternity, so far from preparing for it, would gladly forget it altogether if they could? HISTORY OF ENGLAND. LONELY embosomed in the western wave, Rude as the wilderness, their dwelling-place. Transient and few their efforts to regain ⠀ Thousands for injured Boadicea bled. But Rome had left no spot in Europe free, Bowed with the burden of the crown she wore, In her own breast the Saxon sheathed his swordThe false ally became the country's lord. Again four centuries passed beneath the sway But where is she, their Queen, some ages gone? The eve of Christianity's first day Was glimmering yet with Truth's declining rayHeaven prospering the news the missions bring, England's first monarch was a Christian king. But peace was not for Britain. From the shore Rose upon England's long and fearful night- To Edgar fair Elfrida lost and won, Vengeance was speedy from victorious Sweyne: Canute, receiving what his father won, And now eleven centuries had sped Since Britain's soil first heard the Roman tread. His father's crimes, without his glory, stain Princes forsook their thrones-the sovereign lord |