Behold his little ones around him, they bask in the sunshine of his

smile;

And infant innocence and joy lighten their happy faces;

He is holy, and they honour him: he is loving, and they love him:

He is consistent, and they esteem him; he is firm, and they fear him.

His friends are the excellent among men; and the bands of their friend

ship are strong;

His house is the palace of peace: for the Prince of Peace is there.

As the wearied man to his couch, as the thoughtful man to ha

musings,

Even so, from the bustle of life, he goeth to his well-ordered home.
And though he often sin, he returneth with weeping eyes:

For he feeleth the mercies of forgiveness, and gloweth with warme

gratitude.

THUS did he walk in happiness, and sorrow was a stranger to his soul; The light of affection sunned his heart, the tear of the grateful bedewed

his feet,

He put his hand with constancy to good, and angels knew him as a brother,

And the busy satellites of evil trembled as at God's ally:

He used his wealth as a wise steward, making him friends for fu

turity;

He bent his learning to religion, and religion was with him at the

last:

For I saw him after many days, when the time of his release was

come,

And I longed for a congregated world, to behold that dying saint,

As the aloe is green and well-liking, till the last best summer of its

age,

And then hangeth out its golden bells to mingle glory with corruption;
As a meteor travelleth in splendour, but bursteth in dazzling light;
Such was the end of the righteous: his death was the sun at his
setting.

LOOK on this picture of joy, and remember that portrait of sorrow:
Behold the beauty of holiness, behold the deformity of sin!

How long, ye sons of men, will ye scorn the words of wisdom?

How long will ye hunt for happiness in the caverns that breed despair? Will ye comfort yourselves in misery, by denying the existence of

delight,

And from experience in woe, will ye reason that none are happy?
Joy is not in your path, for it loveth not that bleak broad road,

But its flowers are hung upon the hedges that line a narrower way,
And there the faint travellers of earth may wander and gather for

themselves,

To soothe their wounded hearts with balm from the amaranths of

heaven.

ΘΕΩ ΔΟΞΑ.

NOTES.

(FIRST SERIES.)

(")" And thine enfranchised fellows hail thy white victorious sails.”

Page 12.

See the story of Theseus, as detailed in Dryden's translation of Plutarch, Life I.

(2) "Who hath companied a vision from the horn or ivory gate?”

Virg. Æn. VI. 894-897.

Page 14.

"Sunt geminæ somni portæ ; quarum altera fertur
Cornea; qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris ;
Altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto;
Sed falsa ad cœlum mittunt insomnia Manes."

(3) "The sea-wort floating on the waves," &c.

Page 18.

The common sea-weeds on the shores of Europe, the algae and fuci, after having, for ages, been considered as synonymous with every thing vile and worthless, have, in modern times, been found to be abundant in iodine, the only known cure for scrofula, and kelp, so useful in many manufactures. Horace has signalized his ignorance of this fact in Od III. 17, 10, "algâ inutili," &c.; and, in II. Sat. 5, 8, ironically saying, that, - virtus, nisi cum re, vilior algâ est." Virgil also has put into the mouth of Thyrsis, in Ecl. VII. 42. Projecta vilior algâ."

(4) " Hath the crocus yielded up its bulb," &c. Page 18.

The autumnal crocus, or colchicum, which consists of little more than a deep bulbous root, and a delicate lilac flower, produces a substance which is called veratrin, and has been used with signal success in the cure of gout and similar diseases. A few lines lower down, with reference to the elm, I would remark, that no use has yet been discovered in the principle called "ulmine." "The boon of far Peru" is the potatoe.

(5) " When acorns give out fragrant drink," &c. - Page 19.

At a meeting of the Medico-Botanical Society, (in 1837,) the President introduced to the notice of the members a new beverage which very much resembled coffee, and was made from acorns peeled, chopped, and roasted. Bread made from sawdust is certainly not very palatable, but no one can doubt that it is far more sweet and wholesome than "no bread;" in a famine, this discovery, which has passed almost sub silentio, would prove to be of the highest importance. The darnel, it may be observed in passing, is highly poisonous, and a proper opposite to the lotus.

(6) " He, who seeming old in youth," &c. Page 24.

Compare Isa. lii 14, "His visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men," with the idea implied in the observation, John viii. 57, "Thou art not yet fifty years old, and hast thou seen Abraham?" Our Lord was then thirty-three, or, according to some chronologists, even younger.

(7) “ A sentence hath formed a character, and a character subdued a kingdom." Page 28.

A better instance of this could scarcely be found than in the late Lord Exmouth, who first directed his thoughts to the sea from a casual remark made by a groom. See his life.

(8) "That small cavern," &c. Page 30.

The pineal gland, a small oval about the size of a pea, situated nearly in the centre of the brain, and generally found to contain, even in children, some particles of gravel. Galen, and after him Des Cartes, imagined it the seat of the soul.

(9)" The Greek hath surnamed, ORDER.' Page 36.

Kóopos: The Latins also, who rarely can show a beautiful idea which they have not borrowed from Greece, have made a similar application of the term "mundus" to the fabric of the world.

(10)

"To this our day, the Rechabite wanteth not a man,” &c. Page 42. I have heard it related of Wolfe, the missionary, that when in Arabia, he fell in with a small wandering tribe, who refused to drink wine, not on Mohamme dan principles, but because it had in old time been "forbidden by Jonadab, the son of Rechab, their father." Compare Jeremiah xxxv. 19, "Jonadab, the son of Rechab, shall not want a man to stand before me for ever." It will be found in Mr. Wolfe's Journal.