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But studious head and anxious breast
To palsied Death must yield;
Whose eye shall on those volumes rest
When thine in dust is sealed?

Thou lov'st the burnish'd gold,
The silver from the mine,

The diamond glittering bright and cold,
And hoards, perchance, of gems untold,
Do in thy coffers shine;

But when affection's eye shall weep
Its few, brief tears for thee,

When thou in thy dark grave dost sleep

Whose shall these treasures be?

Mrs Sigourney.


"And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say; 'Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me.'"- - Mark x. 47.

66 MERCY, O thou son of David!" Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid."

Many for his crying chid him,
But he called the louder still;

Till the gracious Saviour bid him,
"Come and ask me what you will."

Money was not what he wanted,
Tho' by begging us'd to live;
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted
Alms which none but he could give.

"Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day!

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Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.

Oh! methinks, I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around;

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'Friends, is not my cure amazing?
What a Saviour I have found!

"Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advis'd by me!
Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."



"There came a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head."— - Matthew xxvi. 7.


SHE loved her Saviour, and to him.
Her costliest present brought;

To crown his head, or grace

his name,

No gift too rare she thought.

And though the prudent worldling frowned, And thought the poor bereft,

Christ's humble friend sweet comfort found, For he approved the gift.

The poor are always with us here,

'Tis our great Father's plan,
That mutual wants and mutual care
May bind us, man to man.

Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,
Give to the weary rest:

For sorrow's children comfort find

And help for all distress'd ;

But give to Christ alone thy heart,
Thy faith, thy love supreme;

Then for his sake thine alms impart,

And so give all to Him!

Christian Mirror.


"Verily, I say unto you, wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her."-Matt. xxvi. 13.

THOU hast thy record in the monarch's hall;
And on the waters of the far mid sea;
And where the mighty mountain-shadows fall,
The Alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee:
Where'er beneath some Oriental tree,

The Christian traveller rests-where'er the child
Looks upward from the English mother's knee,
With earnest eyes in wondering reverence mild,
There art thou known where'er the Book of

Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight,

Is borne thy memory, and all praise above; Oh! say what deed so lifted thy sweet name, Mary! to that pure silent place of fame? One lowly offering of exceeding love.

Mrs Hemans.


"And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, 'Hosanna to the Son of David.' "-Mt. xxi. 9.

RIDE on, ride on in majesty !

Hark! all the tribes Hosannas cry!

Thine humble beast pursues

his road,

With palms and scattered garments strewed.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

Oh Christ! thy triumphs now begin

O'er captive death and conquered sin!

Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son.

Ride on,

ride on in majesty !

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,

Then take, O Christ, thy power and reign!

Il eber.

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