On the last Sunday in April, Brother Chapin preached his farewell sermon from the text, “And now, brethren, I commend you to God, and to the word of his grace, which is able to build you up, and to give you an inheritance among them which are sanctified.”  Acts xx. 32.  Brother Miner was installed May 31.  Sermon, by Mr. Chapin, from John x. 10.  The other exercises were performed by Rev. Messrs. Dennis, Mott, Ballou, H. Ballou 2d, Fay, Streeter, and Cook.

Under the ministry of Brother Chapin, the Society was united and prosperous; and under the present ministry of Brother Miner, that union and prosperity are unabated.  May the favor of God grant them a long continuance.

THE EXAMPLE OF THE BEE.

The little bee, by instinct alone, is taught the necessity of faithful labor.  In the summer, it collects honey from every flower, that it may have a supply of food for the approaching winter, when the flowers have all faded.  But children have reason, instead of instinct, to guide them; and should be industrious in childhood and youth, in gathering the sweets of knowledge and virtue for spiritual sustenance in the winter of life.

THE MORNING WALK.

Children, in the early morning,
When the sun’s first rosy ray,
Bright’ning on the distant hill-top,
Gilds the tall spire o’er the way,
Raise the heavy, sleepy eyelid,
Welcome cheerfully the light;
Nature’s time for rest and slumber
Passes with the hours of night.

While the air is freshest, purest,
And the city seems at rest,
Rise, and while the eye beams clearest,
Roam with me, an out-door guest. 
And abroad we’ll gayly wander,
Till the hour for breakfast calls;
Passing through those streets that lead us
To our lofty State House halls.

Enter now our glorious Common! 
On its beauty gaze awhile! 
As the glowing sunshine greets it,
See the “face of Nature smile!”
On the broad, smooth walks tread freely,
Sentinelled by stately trees,
Whose green leafy boughs o’erarching,
Herald every passing breeze;

Casting, too, at brightest mid-day,
O’er these paths a pleasant shade;
Blessings on our City Fathers,
Who this wise provision made. 
Here, just opposite the fountain,
On this block of granite rest;
While with eye and ear attentive,
Admiration is expressed.

See the living spray-drops leaping,
Crowned with dancing diamond light;
Midway hangs the bright-hued rainbow! 
Is it not a dazzling sight? 
And in what a gay confusion
Do the waters meet below! 
Now compare this stone-paved basin
With the “frog-pond,” years ago!

Rustling leaves, and murmuring fountain,
Fill with melody the air,
Blending with the wild birds’ singing,—­
Such sweet sounds can banish care. 
Notice, how the grass is laden,
Thickly gemmed with sparkling dew,
Which at eve so gently falleth,
Thus its verdure to renew.