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blessing of millions; the glory of nations, or its curse. Example shames the baseness of hypocrisy, and sheds the truest sympathy upon the ignorance of the untaught.

Not in the senate, not in the halls of greatness, not amidst fashion, luxury, and wealth, not amidst the feverish excitement of pleasure is example shown,-but in that quiet life, echoless to the great, but full of meaning

sound to the poor. There is a tale which outlives the decay of the form, which throws its eternal enchantment over the past, and teaches the present what to leave on record for the future. That vital religion of the heart which shows itself in the charming outpouring of English charity, the eye which pierces raylike through the darkness of want, the hand which falls like rainbow, type of earth's relief, upon the haunts of penury, the eye of memory will consecrate these when the tears which once flowed upon the cold grave of the beloved had ceased to fall. A member of Parliament is, in fact, master of a certain mass of people, and does not a secret, conscientious voice whisper him that, in return for a certain degree of power, he has a certain degree of responsibility. Yes, the conscious soul of man must have its secret outpourings, its hours of calm, unfettered calculation. Each moment of

power wakes more reflection than moments of

helplessness.

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A moment is a mighty thing,

Beyond the soul's imagining;

For in it, though we trace it not,

How much there crowds of varied lot!

How much of life, life cannot see,

Darts onward to eternity!

While vacant hours of beauty roll
Their magic o'er some yielded soul,
Ah! little do the happy guess,
The sum of human wretchedness;
Or dream, amid the soft farewell
That Time of them is taking,

How frequent moans the funeral knell,

What noble hearts are breaking,

While myriads to their tombs descend,

Without a mourner, creed, or friend!"

Men in power, read those lines of a sublime poet, and believe them true; countless thou

sands descend to the lone grave, uncared for,

literally

"Without a mourner, creed, or friend.'

Life to them has been a prototype of the tomb; but beyond that life of suffering, the Lazarus will be received in the bosom of happiness, here below the rich will have had their reward. And yet we would fain not consider our Saviour's words as applying to all the worldly prosperous. "How hardly shall a rich man enter into the kingdom of

Heaven."

No, there are exceptions to all rules, even Divine ones; and though we believe in the doctrine, we worship the mercy, and feel the exquisite difference between the good and the bad. It really is not by giving away a certain quantity of coals, beef, and blankets at

Christmas that the lord of a manor, the member of a village, can remedy want. Opening the gates of Eden, and showing it to us once a year, would not regain us our lost inheritance; but constant, unchanging, unwearying patience is the real charity of power. He is, in fact, the father of a race of dependants, the member's village should be his home; I say village, because towns have a certain degree of traffic, which must in general keep the inhabitants from that idleness which engenders poverty in villages. But small towns are equally dependent upon the member's patronage. It is astonishing to hear persons say how much, or how little, a member has done for a place. It would do the man of power good, if he followed the example of ancient monarchs, and sallied forth incog. to hear what was said of him. The monarch who was not satisfied with his day, unless he

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