Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength and grace, In all the proud old world beyond the deep, Wears the green coronal of leaves, with which Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, A visible token of the upholding Love, My heart is awed within me, when I think Lo! all grow old and die: but see, again, than the hoary trees and rocks 1, in thy presence, reässure ns, at thy plainer footsteps, shrink, le, and are still. O God! when thou the world with tempests, set on fire ns with falling thunderbolts, or fill, he waters of the firmament, dark whirlwind, that uproots the woods, is the villages; when, at thy call, è great deep, and throws himself continent, and overwhelms -who forgets not, at the sight remendous tokens of thy power, and lays his strifes and follies by! these sterner aspects of thy face and mine; nor let us need the wrath d, unchained elements, to teach them. Be it ours to meditate, alm shades, thy milder majesty, e beautiful order of thy works conform the order of our lives. LESSON XLVI. Morning Hymn.-MILTON. E are thy glorious works, Parent of good, ty thine this universal frame, ondrous fair! Thyself how wondrous, then! kable! who sitt'st above these heavens, nvisible, or dimly seen thy lowest works: yet these declare odness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye, who best can tell, ye sons of light, Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow ices, all ye living souls! ye birds inging, up to heaven's gate ascend, a your wings and in your notes his praise. hat in waters glide, and ye that walk LESSON XLVII. tion of the Custom of Whitewashing.—-HOPKINSON. a young couple are about to enter into the matritate, a never-failing article in the marriage treaty is, lady shall have and enjoy the free and unmolested of the rights of whitewashing, with all its ceremonileges and appurtenances. A young woman would e most advantageous connexion, and even disappoint nest wish of her heart, rather than resign the invalght. You would wonder what this privilege of shing is :-I will endeavor to give you some idea of mony, as I have seen it performed. is no season of the year, in which the lady may not r privilege, if she pleases; but the latter end of May generally fixed upon for the purpose. The attentive may judge, by certain prognostics, when the storm at hand. When the lady is unusually fretful, finds h the servants, is discontented with the children, and ns much of the filthiness of every thing about her— e signs which ought not to be neglected; yet thev decisive, as they sometimes come on and go off again, producing any farther effect. But if, when the husband rises in the morning, he should observe in the yard a wheelbarrow, with a quantity of lime in it, or should see certain buckets with lime dissolved in water, there is then no time to be lost; he immediately locks up the apartinent or closet, where his papers or his private property are kept, and, putting the key in his pocket, betakes himself to flight; for a husband, however beloved, becomes a perfect nuisance during this season of female rage; his authority is superseded, his commission is suspended, and the very scullion, who cleans the brasses in the kitchen, becomes of more consideration and importance than he. He has nothing for it but to abdicate, and run from an evil, which he can neither prevent nor mollify. The husband gone, the ceremony begins. The walls are, in a few minutes, stripped of their furniture; paintings, prints and looking-glasses lie in a huddled heap about the floors; the curtains are torn from the testers, the beds crammed into the windows; chairs and tables, bedsteads and cradles, crowd the yard; and the garden fence bends beneath the weight of carpets, blankets, cloth cloaks, old coats and ragged breeches. Here, may be seen the lumber of the kitchen, forming a dark and confused mass; for the foreground of the picture, gridirons and frying-pans, rusty shovels and broken tongs, spits and pots, and the fractured remains of rush-bottomed chairs. There, a closet has disgorged its contents-cracked tumblers, broken wine-glasses, phials of forgotten physic, papers of unknown powders, seeds and dried herbs, handfuls of old corks, tops of teapots, and stoppers of departed decanters;-from the rag-hole in the garret to the rat-hole in the cellar, no place escapes unrummaged. This ceremony completed, and the house thoroughly evacuated, the next operation is, to smear the walls and ceilings of every room and closet with brushes dipped in a solution of lime, called whitewash; to pour buckets of water over every floor, and scratch all the partitions and wainscots with rough brushes wet with soap-suds, and dipped in stone-cutter's sand. The windows by no means escape the general deluge. A servant scrambles out upon the penthouse, at the risk of her neck, and, with a mug in her hand and a bucket within |