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beneath their crufhing weight. She looks on awhile in astonishment at fuch heaven-daring impiety. She stands firm; fhe is girt about with truth. With a loud voice fhe gives utterance to her faith," Jehovah, he is the God! Jehovah, he is the God !" The fandy fabrics disappear like the moving columns of the defert.

Sometimes, as a laft refort of fiendish malice, the fimoom of perfecution is let loofe upon her. Earth and hell combine. The kings of the earth fet themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, faying, "Let us break their bands asunder, and caft away their cords from us." The watchword is, "deftroy, deftroy," and the whole power of the enemy is hurled against the Lord's anointed. Her ordinary weapons of defence are here of no avail. She has recourse to "all


She falls down low in the duft. In God is all her truft. He is her help and her fhield. She hides herself in Him until this

calamity be overpast." In every conflict she comes off victorious, as long as the continues united and watchful.

Sometimes the church is favoured with extraordinary manifeftations of divine power and love; these are to her as an oafis in the defert. The

river that makes glad the city of God pours its full ftreams into the midst of her. She enjoys a glorious revival; it is a foretaste of heaven. She arifes and puts on ftrength. Multitudes are added unto her. Clothed with falvation, fhe again moves onward in all the power of truth,

and in the majesty of holiness, clear as the fun, fair as the moon, and glorious as an army with banners. Above her waves triumphant the banner of Redemption. Taking up the song of prophecy as she advances, fhe fings :

In the wilderness shall burft forth waters,
And torrents in the defert;

And the glowing sand shall become a pool;
The defert and the waste shall be glad,
And the wilderness fhall rejoice and flourish,
Like the rose shall it beautifully flourish.

Thus fhe goes forward from strength to ftrength, scattering in her path a new creation, until mercy's triumphs are complete, and God is all in all.

Lord, what a wretched land is this
That yields us no fupply;

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor ftreams of living joy!

Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this weary land;

Lord! we would keep that heavenly road,

And run at thy command.

Our fouls fhall tread the defert through,
With undiverted feet;

And faith and flaming zeal fubdue
The terrors that we meet.

A thousand favage beafts of prey
Around the defert roam;
But Judah's lion guards the way,
And guides the pilgrims home.

Through fimoom blasts, with gloomy fears
We trace the facred road;

Through lonely wastes and dangerous fnares
We make our way to God.


"He heapeth up riches and knoweth not who fhall gather

them."-Ps. xxxix. 6.

abhorreth."-Ps. x. 3.

"The covetous, whom the Lord


Look at the selfish man! See how he locks
Tight in his arms his mortgages and stocks!
While deeds and titles in his hands he grafps,
And gold and filver clofe around him clafps.

But not content with this, behind he drags
A cart well laden with the pondrous bags;
The orphans' wailings and the widow's woe,
From mercy's fountain cause no tears to flow;
He pours no cordial in the wounds of pain,
Unlocks no prifon, and unclafps no chain;
His heart is like the rock where fun nor dew
Can rear one plant or flower of heavenly hue.
No thought of mercy there may have its birth,
For helpless mifery or fuffering worth;
The end of all his life is paltry pelf,

And all his thoughts are centred on-himself;
The wretch of both worlds; for fo mean a fum,
"Firft ftarved in this, then damned in that to come."

HERE is a poor fool "crouching beneath" more than "two burdens." Look at him! fee how he pants and heaves, and groans beneath his load. With his right hand he grafps a large bag of gold and filver, together with bonds, titles, deeds and mortgages. In his left he clutches faft, ftocks and pledges, while fufpended to his left shoulder dangles intereft upon interest. Around his waift is buckled a leathern girdle, to which a waggon is attached by means of traces. This is loaded with bags and bales of rich annuities. He appears to have made a clean fweep" wherever he has been; defolation follows in his train. On the left hand of this receivergeneral ftands a female, accompanied by two children. Look at them. They have come through the peltings of a winter's ftorm, poorly clad as they are, to lighten the poor man's load. They have nothing to carry. See! they are befeeching him to allow them to bear part of his


burden. It would help them fomewhat; it would circulate the blood and keep them warm; would benefit him, however, a great deal more, -pehaps fave his life. He looks angry; he growls at them; he curfes them in the name of his god, and fpurns them from his presence. The man cannot be in his right mind, furely. Refusing affistance, on he goes again, lamenting very much the time he has loft, for "time" with him "is money." On he goes, puffing and fweating and dragging. At length, ftill followed by the woman and children, he comes to a bridge thrown across a river rolling rapidly. It looks quite fafe; as he proceeds, it bends and cracks with the weight, and just when he arrives at the middle it gives way and down he goes, bags and all; he finks to the bottom like a stone. The dark wave rolls over him; he dieth as a fool dieth; his memory has perished.

The above engraving reprefents Selfishness refufing the claims of diftreffed humanity. Perhaps all the manifeftations of fin in man may be traced to selfishness as their fource. The warrior in his pursuit of glory; the politician in hunting for power; the covetous in fcheming for wealth; the fcholar in his aspirations for fame; all act from the principle of felfishness. Here the selfish principle manifefts itself in the acquifition of money; in keeping it, and of course fixing the heart upon it as an object worthy to be adored. The Moft High, looking down from the height of his holiness, pronounces the man, "fool."

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