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In proportion as society becomes enlightened, talent acquires influence. In rude ages bodily strength is the

most honourable distinction, and in subsequent times 40 military prowess and skill confer mastery and eminence.

But as society advances, mind, thought, becomes the sovereign of the world; and accordingly, at the present moment, profound and glowing thought, though breath

ing only from the silent page, exerts a kind of omnipo45 tent and omnipresent energy. It crosses oceans and

spreads through nations; and at one and the same moment, the conceptions of a single mind are electrifying and kindling multitudes, through wider regions than

the Roman Eagle overshadowed. This agency of mind 50 on mind, I repeat it, is the true sovereignty of the world,

and kings and heroes are becoming impotent by the side of men of deep and fervent thought. In such a state of things, Religion would wage a very unequal

war, if divorced from talent and cultivated intellect, if 55 committed to weak and untaught minds. God plainly

intends, that it should be advanced by human agency ; and does he not then intend, to summon to its aid the mightiest and noblest power with which man is gifted ?

Channing.

110. Prayer. Prayer is an action of likeness to the Holy Ghost, the spirit of gentleness and dove-like, simplicity; an imitation of the holy Jesus, whose spirit is meek up

to the greatness of the biggest example, and a con5 formity to God, whose anger is always just, and march

es slowly, and is without transportation, and often hindered, and never hasty, and is full of mercy : prayer is the peace of our spirit, the stillness of our thoughts, the

evenness of recollection, the seat of meditation, the rest 15 of our cares, and the calm of our tempest ; prayer is

the issue of a quiet mind, of antroubled thoughts, it is the daughter of charity, and the sister of meekness; and he that prays to God with an angry, that is with a trou

bled and discomposed spirit, is like him that retires into 15 a battle to meditate, and sets up his closet in the out

quarters of an army, and chooses a frontier garrison to be

wise in. Anger is a perfect alienation of the mind from prayer, and therefore is contrary to that attention,

which presents our prayers in a right line to God. For 20 so, have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and

soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an

eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and incon25 stant, descending more at every breath of the tempest,

than it could recover by the libration and frequent weighing of his wings; till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm was

over, and then it made a prosperous flight, and did rise 30 and sing as if it had learned music and motion from an

angel, as he passed sometimes through the air about his ministeries here below : so is the prayer of a good man; when his affairs have required business, and his

business was matter of discipline, and his discipline was 35 to pass upon a sinning person, or had a design of chari

ty, his duty met with the infirmities of a man, and anger was its instrument, and the instrument became stronger than the prime agent, and raised a tempest and

overruled the man; and then his prayer was broken, 40 and his thoughts were troubled, and his words went up

towards a cloud, and his thoughts pulled them back again, and made them without intention ; and the good man sighs for his infirmity, but must be content to lose

the prayer, and he must recover it, when his anger 45 is removed, and his spirit is becalmed, made even as

the brow of Jesus, and smooth like the heart of God; and then it ascends to heaven upon the wings of the holy dove, and dwells with God, till it returns like

the useful bee, loaden with a blessing and the dew of 50 heaven.

Jer. Taylor.

111. Gray's Elegy.
1 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness—and to me.

2 Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,

And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,

And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; 3 Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r

The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such, as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r,

Molest her ancient solitary reign. 4 Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,

Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 5 Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse,

The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews,

That teach the rustic moralist to die. 6 For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resign’d, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

Nor cast one longing, ling’ring look behind ? 7 On some fond breast the parting soul relies,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb, the voice of nature cries,

Ev’n in our ashes live their we ed fires.
8 For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,

Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,

Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 9 Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,

"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dews away,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn: 10 There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech,

That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,

And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

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11 Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn,

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove;
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
12 One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill.

Along the heath, and near his fav’rite tree :
Another came ; nor yet beside the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
13 The next, with dirges due, in sad array,

Slow thro' the church-yard path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay,

Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

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14 Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,

A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown;
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,

And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
15 Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,

Heav'n did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear;

He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. 16 No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose)

The bosom of his father and his God.

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Let me never fall into the hands of the man, who, while he refuses to aid the missionary efforts of his brethren, coolly says that he submits the fate of the

heathen to God. Do you call this submission ? Put 5 it to the test ;-does it preserve you equally composed

by the bed of your dying child ? While the pressure of private afflictions can torture your soul, call not the apathy with which you view nations sinking into hopeless

ruin,-call it not submission, nor bring the government 10 of God to sanction a temper as cruel as it is common.

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Will the government of God convert the heathen without the means of grace? What nation was ever so converted! It is contrary to the established method of di

"How shall they believe in him of whom 15 they have not heard ? And how shall they hear with

out a preacher ?" No, my brethren, missionaries must go among them; and they must be supported. They cannot support themselves; they cannot derive support

from the heathen ; nor can they expect to be fed by 20 ravens. Who then shall sustain the expense if not the

christian world ? and what portion of the christian world rather than the American churches ? and what district of these churches rather than that in which we

are assembled ? and what individuals rather than our25 selves? Heaven has given us the means; we are living

in prosperity on the very lands from which the wretched pagans have been ejected ; from the recesses of whose wilderness a moving cry is heard, When it is well with

you, think of poor Indians. This is not ideal; we have 30 received such messages written with their tears.

I have nothing to spare, is the plea of sordid reluctance. But a far different sentiment will be formed amidst the scenes of the last day. Men now persuade

themselves that they have nothing to spare till they can 35 support a certain style of luxury, and have provided for

the establishment of children. But in the awful hour when you, and I, and all the pagan nations, shall be called from our graves to stand before the bar of Christ,

what comparison will these objects bear to the salvation 40 of a single soul ? Eternal mercy ! let not the blood

of heathen millions, in that hour, be found in our skirts ! -Standing, as I now do, in sight of a dissolving universe, beholding the dead arise, the world in Aames,

the heavens fleeing away, all nations' convulsed with 45 terror, or rapt in the vision of the lamb,- I pronounce

the conversion of a single pagan of more value than all the wealth that ever omnipotence produced. On such an awful subject it becomes me to speak with caution ;

But I solemnly aver, that were there but one heathen 50 in the world, and be in the remotest corner of Asia, if

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