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in some similar way the luminous property of the fixed stars was produced.

Those who adopt this hypothesis, either with or without the modification annexed to it, are, perhaps, not aware that the spheroidal figure of the earth, its position in the planetary system, its rotation, producing the nights and days, which the Mosaic narrative expressly lays down in numerical succession, the existence of water, and that of an atmosphere, both definitely mentioned, and the creation of vegetables on the third day, necessarily imply the presence and the operations of the sun: unless we resort to some gratuitous supposition of miracles of the most astounding magnitude.”—(pp. 84-5, 3rd Ed.)

Anther passage is as follows :“The Hebrew word docs not necessarily mean the absolute privation of light,” i.e. the Hebrew word for darkness), “it is used in relation to various circumstances of partial darkness; and we know that conditions of the atmosphere have locally happened, in ancient and modern times, in which the noon-day has become dark as an ordinary night. The Divine power acted through the laws of gravity and molecular attraction, and where requisite, in an immediate, extraordinary, or miraculous manner. The atmosphere over the region became so far cleared as to be pervious to light; though not yet perfectly transparent. By the fourth day, the atmosphere over this district had become pellucid; and had there been a human eye to have beheld, the brightness of the sun would have been seen, and the other heavenly budies after the sun was set."- (pp. 278-80.)

THE POWER OF THE KEYS. “Many of us care little for the Pope himself, who are yet terribly frightened at his shadow. The Power of the Keys,' even though that power is often employed only to hamper the lock, is recognised by many who call themselves Protestants. We don't mean that attenuated and filmy doctrine developed by Dr. Pusey, but that dark and ghostly apprehension of holy things which would convert a system of light and liberty into a scheme of abject vassallage-which would build up again the party-wall between priest and people, and call out in a voice of thunder to the quailing layman, – Come not near me; for I am holier than thou.'"

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6. THIS TOO SHALL PASS AWAY."

Doth sorrow fill thy soul?
Do thunder clouds obscure thy once bright sky,
Chasing away all calm serenity

In their wild uncontrol?
Child of the earth, bend low thy knee and pray,
Deep may thy woe be, but 'twill “ pass away."

Hath the friend proved unkind
Whom thou hast loved and trusted fearlessly?
Hath he repaid that love with treachery?

And art thou unresigned ?
Child of the earth, time shall thy grief allay,
Deep may thy woe be, but 'twill “ pass away.”

To pain and sickness bow
In anguish down thy weary, aching head?
Doth burning sever restless make thy bed?

'Twill not be ever so;
Child of the earth, thou wilt not always stay,
Deep may thy woe be, but 'twill “ pass away."

And oh ! if gladness fill
Thy spirit with its brightness, hush thy joy:
Forget not thou, time may thy mirth destroy,

And scenes of gloom and ill
Usurp its place. Yet in thine onward way

Let the thought cheer thee, it “shall pass away."
Farnham.

Annie WHITE.

RUTH AND NAOMI.
Entreat me not
To leave thee, mother! for I fain would stay
By thy loved side-earth has no other spot
To me so dear, I cannot go away.

Let me then keep
My wonted place, and I will follow thee-
My mother, dry thy tears and do not weep,
Thy people and thy home, mine own shall be.

I cannot go,
Oh, let me share with thee, thy future lot;
“Thy God shall be my God;" I will not know
Another, cease, oh cease then ; urge me not.

For I will die
With thee; and would that I might lay my head
Within thy grave! But nought beneath the sky

Shall part us living, who must part when dead.
Farnham.

Annie Ware.

WE WANT NO WAR.

BY JOHN SWAIN.

“ Prepare for war,” a warrior cried,
Echo,“ prepare for war,” replied ;
And, as it happens when a stone
Into a quiet lake is thrown,
That circling wavelets rise and glide
Towards the shore, on every side;
So through the nation, near and far,
Forth went the word “Prepare for war."
As, having stirr'd the lake's still breast,
Rapidly sinks the stone to rest;
And as — the little tumult o'er--
Prevails the quiet as before ;
So downward went the warrior's word, --
So little was the nation stirr'd;
Save that a sound rose, near and far,
Earnest and firm,“ We want no war.'"
“We want no war! why should the world
Into that lion's den be hurl'd ?
Why should the dark plagues of the past
Be o'er us like cold night-clouds cast ?
Why rouse the tiger from his lair,
With startling shout, 'for war prepare ?'
Why drown in seas of blood and tears
The peace of three and thirty years !

“Let the dark deeds of sword and flame,
The tales of other times proclaim;
Henceforth let war's accursed blaze
Gleam only in departed days;
Then shall earth mount to heights sublime,
As onward sweeps the car of time;
And leave behind, far-distant far,
The evil days — the days of war."

NUNC DIMITTIS.
Now would I go; mine eyes have seen

Thy great salvation, Lord !
And I would fain“ depart in peace

According to thy word.”
Now would I go ; to those bright realms ascending

Beyond the “ pearly gates," to dwell with Thee :
My songs triumphantly with angels blending

Throughout a long and blest eternity.
Now would I go; mine eyes have seen

The glorious shining light,
Which thou hast graciously prepared

To cheer thy people's sight.
Now would I go; my flight 'mid seraphs winging

Up to Thy throne, the Blessed Mercy Seat,
And with a golden harp for ever ringing,

Rest there in glory at my Saviour's feet.
Farnham

ANNIE WHITE.

FLOWERS OF THE OCEAN.
Call us not weeds—we are flowers of the sea;
For lovely, and bright, and gay-tinted are we,
Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers;
Then call us not weeds, we are Ocean's gay flowers.
Not nursed like the plants of a summer parterre,
When gales are but sighs of an evening air ;
Our exquisite, fragile, and delicate forms
Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by its storms.

E. L. AVELINE.

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