tion reigns in every part of the universe but ours? that the whole energy of the divine attributes', is expended on one insignificant corner.. of these mighty works'? and that', to this earth alone belongs the bloom of vegetation', or the blessedness of life', or the dignity of rational and immortal existence'?

But this is not all. We have something more than the mere magnitude of the planets to allege in favour of the idea that they are inhabited'. We know that this earth turns round upon itself; and we observe'.. that all those celestial bodies which are accessible to such an observation', have the same movement. We know that the earth performs a yearly revolution round the sun; and we can detect', in all the planets which compose our system', a revolution of the same kind', and under similar circumstances'. They have the same succession of day and night. They have the same agreeable vicissitude of the seasons'. To them'. . light and darkness succeed each other'; and the gayety of summer is followed by the dreariness of winter'. To each of them' the heavens present as varied and magnificent a spectacle'; and this earth', the encompassing of which', would require the labour of years from one of its puny inhabitants', is but one of the smaller lights which sparkle in their firmament`.

To them', as well as to us', has God divided the light from the darkness; and he has called the light'. . day, and the darkness'.. he has called night. He has said', "Let there be lights in the firmament of their heaven', to divide the day from the night': and let them be for signs', and for seasons, and for days', and for years: and let them be for lights in the firmament of heaven', to give light upon their earth'; and it was so." And God has also made to them'. . great lights. To all of them'.. he has given the sun to rule the day'; and', to many of them'.. has he given moons to rule the night. To them he has made the stars also. And God has set them in the firmament of heaven', to give light unto their earth', and to rule over the day', and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness'; and God has seen that it was good'.

In all these greater arrangements of divine wisdom', we can see that God has done the same things for the accommodation of the planets', that he has done for the earth which we inhabit. And shall we say', that the resemblance stops here', because we are not in a situation to observe it'? Shall we say', that this scene of magnificence'.. has been called into being', merely for the amusement of a few astronomers'? Shall we measure the counsels of heaven by the narrow importance of the human faculties'? or shall we conceive', that silence and solitude reign throughout the mighty empire of nature'? that the greater part of creation is an empty parade'? and that not a worshipper of the Divinity is to be found through the wide extent of yon vast and immeasurable regions'?

It lends a delightful confirmation to the argument', when', from the growing perfection of our instruments', we can discover a new point of resemblance between our earth and the other bodies of the planetary system. It is now ascertained', not merely that all of them have their day and night', and their vicissitudes of seasons', and that some of them have their moons to rule their night', and alleviate the darkness of it'; but we can see of one', that its surface rises into inequalities', that it swells into mountains and stretches into valleys; of another', that it is surrounded by an atmosphere which may support the respiration of animals; of a third', that clouds are formed and suspended over it',

which may minister to it all the bloom and luxuriance of vegetation'; and of a fourth', that', as its winter advances', a white colour spreads over its northern regions', and that', on the approach of summer', this whiteness is dissipated-giving room to suppose', that the element of water abounds in it, that it rises by evaporation into its atmosphere', that it freezes upon the application of cold, that it is precipitated in the form of snow', which covers the ground with its fleecy mantle', and melts away from the heat of a more vertical sun'; and that other worlds bear a resemblance to our own', in the same yearly round of beneficent and interesting changes'.

SECTION X.

The same subject continued.—IB.

Shall we say', then', of these vast luminaries', that they were created in vain'? Were they called into existence for no other purpose than to throw a tide of useless splendour over the solitudes of immensity'? Our sun is only one of these luminaries', and we know that he has worlds in his train'. Why should we strip the rest of this princely attendance? Why may not each of them be the centre of his own system, and give light to his own worlds'? It is true', that we have seen them not'; but', could the eye of man take its flight into those distant regions', it would lose sight of our little world before it had reached the outer limits of our system'; the greater planets would disappear in their turn-before it had described a small portion of that abyss which separates us from the fixed stars', the sun would decline into a little spot', and all its splendid retinue of worlds', would be lost in the obscurity of distance';-he would', at last', shrink into a small', indivisible atom, and all that could be seen of this magnificent system', would be reduced to the glimmering of a little star.

Why resist', any longer', the grand and interesting conclusion? Each of these stars may be the token of a system as vast and as splendid as the one which we inhabit. Worlds roll in these distant regions'; and these worlds must be the mansions of life and intelligence'. In yon gilded canopy of heaven', we see the broad aspect of the universe', where each shining point presents us with a sun', and each sun', with a system of worlds;-where the Divinity reigns in all the grandeur of his attributes;-where he peoples immensity with his wonders', and', in the greatness of his strength', travels through the dominions of one vast and unlimited monarchy.

The contemplation has no limits. If we ask for the number of suns and of systems', the unassisted eye of man can take in a thousand, and the best telescope', eighty millions'. But fancy can take its flight far beyond the ken of eye or of telescope'. Shall we have the boldness to say', that there is nothing there'?-that the wonders of the Almighty are at an end'?-that the creative energy of God has sunk into repose', because the imagination is enfeebled by the magnitude of its efforts'?

To an eye that could spread itself over the whole system of worlds', the mansion which accommodates our species', might be so very small as to lie wrapped up in microscopical concealment. What is seen', may be nothing to what is unseen; for what is seen', is limited by the range of our instruments'. What is unseen', has no limit'; and', though all which the eye of man can take in', or which his fancy can grasp',

were swept away', there might still remain a more ample field over which the Divinity may expatiate', and which he may have peopled with innumerable worlds'.

If the whole visible creation were to disappear', it would leave a solitude behind it`; but to the infinite Mind', that can take in the whole system of nature', this solitude might be nothing—a small', unoccupied point in that immensity which surrounds it', and which he may have filled with the wonders of his omnipotence'. Though this earth were to be burnt up, though the trumpet of its dissolution were sounded', though yon sky were to pass away as a scroll', and every visible glory which the finger of the Divinity has inscribed upon it', were to be put out for ever'—an event so awful to us, and to every world in our vicinity', by which so many suns would be extinguished', and so many varied scenes of life and of population would rush into forgetfulness-what is it in the high scale of the Almighty's workmanship? a mere shred, which', though scattered into nothing', would leave the universe of God one entire scene of greatness and of majesty`.

Though this earth and these heavens were to disappear', there are other worlds which roll afar'; the light of other suns', shines upon them'; and the sky which mantles them', is garnished with other stars. Is it presumption to say', that the moral world extends to these distant and unknown regions? that they are occupied with people'? that the charities of home and of neighbourhood flourish there'? that the praises of God are there lifted up', and his goodness rejoiced in'? that piety has its temples and its offerings? and that the richness of the divine attribute', is there felt and admired by intelligent worshippers'?

And what is this world in the immensity which teems with them? and what are they who occupy it? The universe at large', would suffer as little in its splendour and variety by the destruction of our planet', as the verdure and sublime magnitude of a forest', would suffer by the fall of a single leaf. The leaf'.. quivers on the branch which supports it. It lies at the mercy of the slightest accident'. A breath of wind'. . tears it from its stem', and it lights on the stream of water which passes underneath. In a moment of time', the life which we know by the microscope', it teems with', is extinguished'; and', an occurrence so insignificant in the eye of man and on the scale of his observation', carries in it', to the myriads which people this little leaf", an event as terrible and as decisive as the destruction of a world'.

Now, on the grand scale of the universe', we', the occupiers of this little ball, which performs its little round among the suns and the systems that astronomy has unfolded',-we may feel the same littleness', and the same insecurity. We differ from the leaf', only in this circumstance, that it would require the operation of greater elements to destroy us. But these elements exist. The fire which rages within, may lift its devouring energy to the surface of our planet', and transform it into one wide and wasting volcano'. The sudden formation of elastick matter in the bowels of the earth'-and it lies within the agency of known substances to accomplish this'-may explode it into fragments. The exhalation of noxious air from below', may impart a virulence to the air that is around us'; it may affect the delicate proportion of its ingredients; and the whole of animated nature may wither and die under the malignity of a tainted atmosphere'. A blazing comet may cross this fated planet in its orbi!', and realize to it all the terrours which superstition has conceived of it`.

These are changes which may happen in a single instant of time`

and against which nothing known in the present system of things', provides us with any security. They might not annihilate the earth', but they would unpeople it'; and we', who tread its surface with such firm and assured footsteps', are at the mercy of devouring elements, which', if let loose upon us by the hand of the Almighty', would spread solitude', and silence', and death, over the dominions of the world'.

Now, it is this littleness', and this insecurity', which make the protection of the Almighty so dear to us, and which bring', with such emphasis, to every pious bosom', the holy lessons of humility and gratiiude. The God who sitteth above', and who presides in high authority over all worlds', is mindful of man'; and', though at this moment his energy is felt in the remotest provinces of creation', we may feel the same security in his providence', as if we were the objects of his undivided care.

It is not for us to bring our minds up to this mysterious agency'. But', such is the incomprehensible fact`, that the same Being', whose eye is abroad over the whole universe', gives vegetation to every blade of grass, and motion to every particle of blood which circulates through the veins of the minutest animal'; that', though his mind takes into its comprehensive grasp', immensity and all its wonders', I am as much known to him', as if I were the single object of his attention`; that he marks all my thoughts; that he gives birth to every feeling and every movement within me'; and that', with an exercise of power which I can neither describe nor comprehend', the same God who sits in the highest heaven', and reigns over the glories of the firmament', is at my right hand, to give every breath which I draw', and every comfort which I enjoy`.

SECTION XI.

Pleasures of Hope.—CAMPBELL.

With thee', sweet Hope', resides the heavenly light'
That pours remotest rapture on the sight':
Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way',
That calls each slumbering passion into play'.
Waked by thy touch', I see the sister band',
On tiptoe watching', start at thy command',
And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer',
To pleasure's path', or glory's bright career',

Primeval Hope! the Aōnian mūses say',
When man and nature mourned their first decay';
When every form of death', and every wo',
Shot from malignant stars to earth below;
When murder bared her arm', and rampant wär'
Yoked the red dragons of her iron car';

When peace and mercy', banished from the plain',
Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again';
All', all forsook the friendless', guilty mind',
But hôpe', the charmer', lingered still behind'.
Thus', while Elijah's burning wheels prepare
From Carmel's heights to sweep the fields of air',
The prophet's mantle', ere his flight began',
Dropped on the world'—a sacred gift to man'.

Auspicious Hopè! in thy sweet garden grow' Wreaths for each toil', a charm for every wo`: Won by their sweets', in nature's languid hour The wayworn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower'; There', as the wild bee murmurs on the wing', What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring! What viewless forms th' Eolian organs play', And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away`. Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore' Earth's loneliest bounds', and ocean's wildest shōre'. Lo'! to the wintry winds the pilot yields' His bark careering o'er unfathomed fields'; Now on Atlantick waves he rides afar', Where Andes', giant of the western star',

With meteor-standard to the winds unfurled',

Looks', from his throne of clouds', o'er half the world'.

Now far he sweeps', where scarce a summer smiles' On Behring's rocks', or Greenland's naked isles`, Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow' From wastes that slumber in eternal snów`: And waft', across the wave's tumultuous roar', The wolf's long howl from Onalaska's shōre'.

Pôôr child of danger', nursling of the storm',
Sad are the wões that wreck thy manly form`!
Rocks, waves', and winds', the shattered bark delay';
Thy heart is sad`, thy home is far away'.

But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep',
And sing.. to charm the spirit of the deep'.
Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole',
Her visions warm the watchman's pensive sõul`.
His native hills, that rise in happier climes',
The grot, that heard his song of other times',
His cottage home', his bark of slender sail',
His glassy lake', and broom wood-blossomed vale',
Rush on his thought; he sweeps before the wind',
Treads the loved shore he sighed to leave behind';
Meets at each step a friend's familiar face',
And flies at last to Helen's long embrace';'
Wipes from her cheek the rapture-speaking tear',
And clasps', with many a sigh', his children dear':
While', long neglected', but at length caressed',
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest',
Points to the master's eyes' (where'er they roam)
His wistful face', and whines a welcome home.

Friend of the brave! in peril's darkest hōūr',
Intrepid virtue looks to thee for power`;
To thee the heart its trembling homage yields',
On stormy floods and carnage-covered fields',
When front to front the bannered hosts combine',
Halt ere they close', and form the dreadful line',
When all is still on death's devoted soil',
The march-worn soldier mingles for the toil':