pillow of dust be easy to our heads until we are assured
that the God of our American institutions in the past, will be
the God of our American institutions in the days that are to
come. Oh, when all the rivers which empty into the Atlantic
and Pacific seas shall pull on factory bands, when all the
great mines of gold, and silver, and iron, and coal shall be
laid bare for the nation, when the last swamp shall be
reclaimed, and the last jungle cleared, and the last American
desert Edenized, and from sea to sea the continent shall be
occupied by more than twelve hundred million souls, may it be
found that moral and religious influences were multiplied in
more rapid ratio than the population. And then there shall be
four doxologies coming from north, and south, and east, and
west--four doxologies rolling toward each other and meeting
mid-continent with such dash of holy joy that they shall mount
to the throne.
TALMAGE.

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher;
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.--WORDSWORTH.

She is sensible of my sufferings. This morning her look
pierced to my very soul. I found her alone, and she was
silent; she steadfastly surveyed me. I no longer saw in her
face the charm of beauty or the fire of genius; these had
disappeared. But I was affected by an expression much more
touching, a look of the deepest sympathy and of the softest
pity. Why was I afraid to throw myself at her feet? Why did I
not dare to take her in my arms, and answer her by a thousand
kisses? She had recourse to her piano for relief, and in a low
and sweet voice accompanied the music with delicious sounds.
Her lips never appeared so lovely; they seemed but just to
open, that they might imbibe the sweet tones which issued from
the instrument, and return the heavenly vibration from her
lovely mouth. Oh! who can express my sensations? I was quite
overcome, and, bending down, pronounced this vow: "Beautiful
lips, which the angels guard, never will I seek to profane
your purity wit