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I should be glad to know?
And all the papers say
A sixpence for a knife ;
Restrain your wicked tongue ;
Is it more wicked then,
You'd better go up stairs
t forget your prayers !
Burritt's “ Waterloo Series." NOT MIGHT, BUT LIGHT. BEMOAN, thou seven-hilled Church, each bloodstained deed!
And still the frenzy of mistaken rage
The untimely product of a barbarous age ;
To prove thy strength, in mercy's works engage.
Attend the needy, and the hungry feed,
The widow comfort, and the orphan cheer;
The God of Heaven thy practice shall approve : And he who healed the high priest's servant's ear, Shall stand propitious in thy changed career.
Thus shalt thou call a blessing from above,
B AL A AM’S PROPHECY.
(Numb. xxiv. 17.) From Dr. Collyer's “Hymns of Israel,"* " I shall not see him now,
“ But Jacob's Star shall rise : “ A Prince with splendour on his brow,
“ And lightning in his eyes.
“Will have resistless sway;
" And all the earth obey.
“ I shall not see him nigh,
« Though I behold his face"-
Who slight Messiah's grace.
Arise, O promised Star,
And scatter Israel's night!
And bless them with thy light!
Speed the predicted hour,
In all thy sceptred power !
* London : Aylott & Jones. pp. 66. 6d. We are delighted to nee our kind and venerated friend once more in print-as always, in a good causo
(Psa. 1. 7—15.) From Dr. Collyer's “ Hymns for Israel.”
“Hear, O my people,” saith the Lord,
" Mine are the beasts in forests bred;
“ If craving hunger I could feel, “ Think'st thou to thee I would appeal ? “ To thee—when all the world I own, “ And all the fulness it hath known? “ Deem'st thou the flesh of bulls my food, " Or that of goats I drink the blood ?
“ To me with humble praise draw nigh, “ And pay thy vows to God Most High ; “ In trouble bring thy griefs to me, “ And I will thy deliverer be ; “ The succour and defence be thine, " And all the grace and glory mine !"
O Israel ! may these words of love