Now what is the cause of all this, and how is it to be accounted for? Unbelievers may have many explanations to give, and they may be ingenious ones. I have but one, and it is a simple one. It is, that their crucified Master rose from the dead, as they have told us he did; that he instructed them, as they have told us he did; and that the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, was sent from the Father, according to his promise, to enlighten and sustain them. In short, I consider the conduct of the apostles, at, and after the death of Jesus, as perhaps the strongest proof of the reality of his glorious resurrection. If he rose from the dead, and appeared to them, and instructed and confirmed them, I can account for the sudden change in their characters, and for their subsequent knowledge and perseverance, and boldness, and success. If he rose not from the dead, I cannot account for those things; and the whole subject remains to me a deep historical mystery. Simple, honest, excellent men! raised up by Providence for wonderful ends by wonderful means! Your lives, unadorned as they are, and comprehended in a few plain words, are yet alone among the lives of men; alone, in the varieties and contrasts of their fortunes; alone, in the multitude and importance of their consequences. We should be senseless, if we did not perceive the influence which you have exerted, on the character and opinions of mankind. We should be thankless, if we did not acknowledge the benefits of that influence, and bless God that we live to know and feel them. And we humbly pray to God, the universal Father, the Source of all excellence and truth, that our fidelity to our common Master may be like yours; that our perseverance in executing his commands may be like yours; and that like yours may be our courage and constancy, if we should ever be called on to sacrifice comfort, worldly consideration, or life itself, to duty, conscience, and faith. LESSON LXI. The Dangers of a Military Spirit.-HOPKINSON. THE dangers which our country may apprehend from the encouragement of a military spirit in our people, have been eloquently portrayed. It is undoubtedly true, that a strong disposition of this sort has been manifested and was rapidly rising, in the people of the United States; and a greater evil could hardly befall us, than the consummation of its ascendency. There is something so infatuating in the pomp and triumphs of war, that a young and brave people, who have known but little of its destructive miseries, may require to be guarded against falling into the snare, and led to direct their energies to other and better objects. It is worthy of remark that, in the various ways in which the genius and powers of men display themselves, the military course is the only one eminently dangerous to his species. Genius, in every other department, however dazzling and powerful, is never hurtful, and is generally a blessing to the world. The stupendous genius of Newton elevated the dignity of man, and brought him nearer to his God; it gave him a path to walk in the firmament, and knowledge to hold converse with the stars. The erratic comet cannot elude his vigilance; nor the powerful sun disappoint his calculations. Yet this genius, so mighty in the production of good, was harmless of evil as a child. It never inflicted injury or pain on any thing that lives or feels. Shakspeare prepared an inexhaustible feast of instruction and delight, for his own age, and the ages to come; but he brought no tears into the world, but those of fictitious wo, which the other end of his wand was always ready to cure. It is military genius alone, that must be nourished with blood, and can find employment only in inflicting misery and death upon man, LESSON LXII. Poetry. PERCIVAL. THE world is full of Poetry-the air And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled And mantled with its beauty; and the walls, That close the universe with crystal in, Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim In harmonies, too perfect, and too high, The year leads round the seasons, in a choir "Tis not the chime and flow of words, that move power. The holy prophet, when his lips were coals, LESSON LXIII. The Dying Boy.-ANONYMOUS. Ir must be sweet, in childhood, to give back And when the eighth came round, and called him out And sought his chamber, to lie down and die. 'Twas night: he summoned his accustomed friends, And on this wise bestowed his last bequest. 'Mother-I'm dying now! There's a deep suffocation in my breast, I feel the cold sweat stand: My lips grow dry and tremulous, and my breath Comes feebly up. Oh! tell me, is this death? Mother, your hand Here-lay it on my wrist, And place the other thus beneath my head, Never beside your knee, Shall I kneel down again at night to pray; Oh, at the time of prayer, When you look round, and see a vacant seat, You will not wait then for my coming feet- Father-I'm going home! To the good home you spoke of, that blest land, I must be happy then: From pain and death you say I shall be free, Brother-the little spot I used to call my garden, where long hours Plant there some box or pine, And call it mine! Sister-my young rose tree, That all the spring has been my pleasant care, And when its roses bloom, I shall be gone away, my short life done; Now, mother, sing the tune You sang last night; I'm weary, and must sleep. Who was it called my name? You'll all come soon!' Nay do not weep, Morning spread over earth her rosy wings, |