And fitter than the water pure Thus first to know him nought could be; For 'tis the pure in heart, be sure, Who only God shall see. When before Pharaoh Moses stood, And gave of wrath the first dread sign, Each thus perchance an emblem wrought The law to those beneath its curse The voice that dooms to punishment Grace, bringing news of sin forgiv'n, In the dear cup of home delight O blessed change, which all things prove-- And death the gate of life! Nor does Christ offer first his best, Like the false world, then what is worse; His blessings stand Time's trying test, They suffer no reverse: Sin comes with flatt'ring accents bland, Her pleasures faded as they came, And these the fruits she left behind- A future without hope or joy, So treacherous are the ways of sin : Then holy joys succeed: First come the penitential tears, Then from his chalice mystic wine; Lord, may thy grace on us be sent, Its blessings to diffuse. Still may thy presence grace our board, Nor there one thought be uttered, Lord! T. I. W. A CHALDEE LEGEND. FROM fields where Terah's cattle fed, And, wand'ring in the wild plains where Night found the weary lad alone. No star to guide, no sound to cheer; The river's ever-gurgling noise: But soon the evening star on high, The young Chaldean's hope hath rais'd. The shepherd sigh'd, darkness and doubt Had come again-"Oh! I had thought, When first those heav'n-lit starbeams shone, It was the glorious God I seek! The God of whom the sages speak! The God, till then, to me unknown. "But no! though high above the reach Like thee, thou bright but fleeting star." At early dawn stood Terah's son And through the eastern gate beheld He, as the sun ascending blazed, But when he would have worshipp'd there, Through th' eastern gate to Dura's plain, At eventide, he went again "Where, said he, "is the bright sun now? See, sinking in the distant west, He too is hastening to his rest! Ah, changing thus, no God art thou!" HYMN ON THE ASCENSION. LET heaven's heights in wonder gaze The same who came from heaven to die, He came the fallen soul to save ; Mortals may now their clay despise, H. Jesus, ador'd by heaven's quire, Grant that our life in thee be spent, AN UNPOETICAL FRIEND OF THE EDITOR'S. CORRESPONDENCE. The Editor begs to remind his readers that he is not responsible for the opinions ON DAILY SERVICE IN CATHEDRALS. SIR,-It is painful to dwell upon the defects of that which we love and venerate; but where these defects can be very easily remedied, and partake of the nature of abuses, it becomes a duty to expose in the hope of curing them. I must therefore beg permission to call your attention to a defect, very like an abuse, in the performance of the services at St. Paul's. I went there this afternoon for the purpose of attending divine service; to my astonishment, I found that there was no service, and on inquiry learnt that no service would be performed in that cathedral for two or three months, except on Sundays, because a scaffolding is being erected in a part of the church never, I am sorry to say, used for divine service at all, in order that the children of the different charity schools in London may be exhibited on one day in the year. Now, in the first place, supposing the erection of the scaffolding really to make the performance of divine service impossible, is this temporary exhibition, for it is nothing more, a sufficient reason for depriving, during two or three months in every year, the inhabitants of a busy city, thronged at every hour of the day with the eager pursuers after uncertain riches, of the opportunity of daily keeping alive in their minds the recollection that there is something deeper in man than the love of gain, that he is something more than a bubble which appears for a moment to vanish for ever? But that there is really no reason at all for suspending the performance of divine service appears from the fact, that service is performed on Sundays during this very period. I presume at least that no one would venture to allege as a reason for such a practice, the necessity of suspending the labours of the workmen during two hours in each day; and inviting a few of the toil-worn class of our fellow Christians to feel, while joining in the common services of the church, that they were, equally with their richest brethren, members of Christ, and heirs of the kingdom of heaven. I am the more anxious to call your attention to this subject because I am convinced that the habitual neglect of the daily services both in town and country by the clergy has been productive of much irreligion, and much false religion, and because, at a time when the utility of the cathedral establishments has been called into question in high quarters, it is sad to see the members of those bodies display so little sense of the importance of the duties assigned to them. This is not the first time that I have had occasion to blame them. I was on a former occasion sent away from the cathedral, whither I had gone for the purpose of attending afternoon service, in a similar manner, because the Queen was gone down to open the parliament, and "on that day, said one of the door-keepers, "we always have a holiday;" and twice when I have been in the church on Sundays, though the sacramental plate was put out, as if to lead persons to suppose that the sacrament would be administered, in fact it was not; yet several minor canons were present, who are bound to receive it at least every Sunday if they can; and on the former occasion I myself, and two ladies who accompanied me, were desirous of staying to receive it, and therefore applied to one of the vergers to know whether it would not be administered. He answered, it would not, because there was no congregation. Now, as it happened, my companions and myself would have made precisely the number to which the priest is authorized by the rubric to administer the sacrament, even if no other person is present; but how is there likely to be a congregation if the priests are in the habit of leaving the church before they see whether a sufficient number of communicants stay, and those who wish to stay are sent away? Is this the way to bring Christians back to that feeling of union with Christ through the sacraments instituted by himself, and the services of his church, which now is so sadly forgotten? I will only add, that for the neglect of divine service of which I have first complained, there is not even the poor excuse of the want of attendance; for notwithstanding the melancholy neglect into which the custom of daily attending church is fallen, I have frequently seen at St. Paul's on an afternoon from fifty to a hundred persons who remained during the whole service; and the Rev. Sydney Smith, in his recently published Third Letter to Archdeacon Singleton, states that he has often counted a hundred and fifty. I remain, Sir, yours &c., A BARRISTER OF LINCOLN'S INN. May 14, 1839. ON THE COLLECTION AT THE OFFERTORY. DEAR SIR,-I cannot but hope that the suggestion contained in the letter of your correspondent "J. H.," in your number for this month, will receive the attention it deserves. It has so happened that my own mind has been somewhat similarly directed in consequence of a clergyman having brought before a meeting, lately assembled in Dublin, the importance of establishing clerical libraries in this country. On seeing a report of this gentleman's speech in a newspaper, it occurred to me that the present moment might be found to afford considerable |