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before the door of his brother, who on hearing the dismal found, and seeing the meffenger of death, was greatly alarmed. He sprang into the prefence of the king, befeeching to know how he had offended. "Alas, my brother!" replied the king, you have never offended me; but if the fight of my executioner is fo dreadful, fhall not we, who have so greatly offended God, fear to be brought before the judgment-feat of Christ?"

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M. Volney, a French infidel, it is well known was frightened during a ftorm, while fome Christian ladies, his fellow-paffengers, bore all with unruffled compofure. M. Voltaire, a Frenchman also, and of the same stamp, affected to defpife the Chriftian religion during life; yet on his death-bed he fent to Dr. Tronchin, a prieft, to adminifter to him the facrament. It was affirmed of him that he was afraid to be left alone in the dark.

The righteous man is afraid of nothing but fin. He goes forward in the path of duty, though dangers grow thick around him. He enters the burning, fiery furnace, and grapples with its curling flames. He defcends into the den of lions, the king of beafts crouches at his feet. In the ftorm at midnight, toffed upon the raging billows, he is calm in the prefence of the God he ferves, and to whom he belongs. In earthquake's fhock, when temples are falling, earth opening, and ruin reigns around, he ftands fearless amid the defolation, exclaiming, "Therefore will we not fear, though the earth be

removed out of its place." Defcending the dark vale of death itself, he fays exultingly, "Though I walk through the valley and fhadow of death, I will fear no evil." And when the last enemy ftands full in his presence, he fings triumphantly:

"Lend, lend your wings; I mount-I fly !
O grave, where is thy victory?

O death where is thy fting?"


"They profefs that they know God; but in works they deny him."-TITUs i. 16. "If any love the world, the love of the Father is not in him."-1 JOHN ii. 15.


Lo! here fpread out the plains of heavenly light,
And narrow way, that ends where all is bright.
Behold, with globes upon the lightsome green,
To different work addreff'd, two men are feen.
With carelefs eafe one rolls his globe along,
And follows after full of mirth and fong;
The other ftrives to move his world's vaft weight,
Up-hill, toward the brightly fhining gate:
He ftrives in vain; the globe, though in the track,
Still downward tending, drives him farther back,
And though they feem contrary roads to go,
They meet together in the vale below.

Thus fome purfue an open courfe of fin;
Some Chrift profefs, yet hold the world within.
Though thefe appear to play a different game,
Their fate is equal, and their end the fame.


In the engraving, two men are seen employed in rolling globes. The one on the right hand has very eafy work of it; he is going down hill his globe rolls on rapidly. He follows after with great glee and merriment; foon he is out of fight below. The man on the left is feen with his globe in the path that leads to the gate of brightnefs. He is ftriving to make his way toward the gate of light, with the ponderous world before him. In vain he struggles, and heaves, and lifts; it ftill preffes down upon him, and bears him backward, till at length he finds himself at the bottom of the valley, where he meets his neighbour, who laughs heartily at him for taking fo much trouble to effect what he accomplished fo eafily.

This picture represents two kinds of worldly characters, who both equally miss of heaven in the end. The gate of light shows the entrance to the New Jerufalem; the pathway fignifies the way of holiness, leading thereunto; the man on the right, rolling his ball along fo gaily, reprefents the profeffed man of the world. He has chofen honours, riches, and pleafures for his portion. Thefe, combined, form the deity that he worfhips. Where they lead, he follows; where they tarry, there he also abides; hence he turns his back upon the way of life, and upon the glories of the upper world. He is no hypocrite-not he; he glories in his conduct; he will have nothing to do with church or minister, prayerbook or Bible. He fays in his heart, "There is

no God," and cafting off all fears, he haftens down the road that leads to death, and receives the doom which awaits "all those who forget God."

He on the left reprefents one who, while profeffedly a follower of Chrift, yet loves the honours, riches, and pleasures of the world. He thinks the Bible may be a true book, and heaven worth having when he can have no more of earth, therefore he is found in the way. He profeffes to love God, but in works he denies him; he makes, confequently, no progrefs heavenward. The world is too much for him; it obtains more and more power over him, until it, after having made him miferable on earth, finks him into the gulf of woe, where he receives his portion with the " hypocrites and unbelievers."

When in the light of faith divine,
We look on things below,
Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too!
Honour's a puff of noify breath ;
Yet men expofe their blood,
And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy good.

While others ftarve the nobler mind,
And feed on fhining duft,

They rob the ferpent of his food,

T' indulge a fordid lust.

The pleasures that allure our fenfi
Are dangerous fnares to fouls;
There's but a drop of flattering iweet,
And dafh'd with bitter bowls.


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