THE PRODIGAL SON. Oh! that thou heard'st a still, small voice, Telling thy soul 'tis not of earth, But owning higher, holier birth; 95 THE PRODIGAL SON. DIFFICULT as it is with half-length figures to form a strikingly effective historical composition, Spada, in the picture of which we give an engraving, and which is among the finest of his works, has admirably rendered one of the most touching incidents related in the gospel narrative. No words save those of the inspired evangelist, can adequately describe the scene here represented by the painter: "A certain man had two sons: and the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after, the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living. And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son." With fainting heart beneath his weary load Of sorrow, see the wanderer tread the road Tow'rds yon proud towers that rise against the sky; His father's home-HIS OWN, in days gone by. He lingers not within the woody vale, Now fades the glory of the sunny day, But ere he tread its floor with faltering feet,- One moment more, and on that father's breast "Take me once more to thy warm, loving heart; And did the father, haply, turn away? Ah, no! The child that on his bosom lay, Father in heaven! So come we unto Thee; Through Him who died, take Thou the lost ones home. THE HON. MRS. NORTON, Second daughter of Thomas Sheridan, Esq., (son of the Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan and his first wife, the celebrated Miss Lindley)—and Caroline Henrietta Callander, (daughter of Colonel Callander of Craigforth, and Lady Elizabeth Mac Donnell.) There's nought in Fate that can efface That stately brow, The memories born above. To mortals, mortal change is given The sunshine as the rain! To them the comfort and the care The pleasure and the pain! Is silent pain, A heavy pain! On earth thou askest Heaven! CHRISTIAN AT THE GATE. To those among our readers who are acquainted with that exquisite work of imagination, entitled "THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS," the accompanying beautiful engraving will be sufficiently intelligible. There may, however, among the numerous supporters of the People's Gallery of Engravings, be some persons to whom this master-piece of Bunyan's genius is as yet unknown; and for the benefit of such, we shall best illustrate the plate, by extracting a portion of the dialogue, &c., to which it has reference. "GOOD-WILL. 'We make no objections against any, notwithstanding all that they have done before they come hither; they are in no wise cast out. And therefore, good Christian, come a little way with me, and I will teach thee about the way thou must go. Look before thee; dost thou see this narrow way? that is the way thou must go. It was cast up by the patriarchs, prophets, Christ, and his apostles, and it is as straight as a rule can make it; this is the way thou must go.' "But,' said Christian, are there no turnings nor windings, by which a stranger may lose his way?' "GOOD-WILL. "Yes; there are many ways butt down upon this, and they are crooked and wide: but thus thou mayest distinguish the right from the wrong-the right, only, being straight and narrow.' "Then I saw in my dream, that Christian asked him further, if he could not help him off with his burden that was upon his back; for as yet he had not got rid thereof; nor could he by any means get it off without help. "He told him. 'As to thy burden, be content to bear it, until thou comest to the place of deliverance; for there, it will fall from thy back of itself.' |