A page on which the angels look, Which insects understand! Like splinters of a crystal hair, Thy bright small hand is here! And that, Niagara's flood. What tidings from the Andes brings Yon line of liquid light, That down from heaven in madness flings The blind foam of its might? Do I not hear his thunder roll- 'Tis mute as death!-but in my soul It roars, and ever will. What forests tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge, Ambitious of the sky, They feather o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom-high. Oh, God of marvels! who can tell On these grey stones unseen may dwell!— I feel no shock, I hear no groan, Lo! in that dot, some mite, like me, May crawl, some atom's cliffs to see- Lo! while he pauses, and admires Oh, God of terrors! what are we?— But should'st thou wreck our father-land, Safe in the hollow of thy hand Thy little one will sleep. 1 CATO REASONING ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL. IT must be so: Plato, thou reasonest well! Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! 78 CATO ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL. Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds! ADDISON. THE TRIALS OF GRACE HUNTLEY. BY MRS. S. C. HALL. "Virtue is not more exempt than vice from the ills of fate; but it contains within itself always an energy to resist them, and sometimes an anodyne to soothe." THE DISOWNED. "WE will call her Grace," said a pale, delicatelooking young woman to her husband, as she raised the white flannel hood, that he might gaze upon the features of their new-born babe. "Abel, I never expected to be the mother of a living child; but God has been merciful; so we will give to her the gentle name of Grace; and, dearest, let us pray that, in all the troubles and trials of life, not the name merely, but the spirit, may dwell with her!" It was only a few weeks afterwards that the grave closed over the fair young mother; but the blessing wherewith she had blessed her child had been heard and registered in heaven. |