Upward his grovelling thoughts to raise,
  And teach him humble prayer and praise. 
  Heaven heard her voice:  the youth so gay,
  The thoughtless sinner, learned to pray;
  Sad sickness too, with pain and smart,
  Was sent to soften all his heart. 
  She followed next her husband’s bier,
  She wiped his last repenting tear;
  She heard him mourn his former pride,
  She heard him thank her when he died. 
  Here, then, in hope of endless life,
  Rest both the husband and the wife;
  Here too, the babes whom God hath given,
  And such, we trust, shall enter heaven.

ADDRESS TO PERSONS ATTENDING A FUNERAL.

    Ye mourners, who in silent gloom
  Bear your dear kindred to the tomb,
  Grudge not, when Christians go to rest;
  They sleep in JESUS, and are blest. 
  Call then to mind their faith, their love,
  Their meetness for the realms above;
  And if to heaven a saint is fled,
  O mourn the living, not the dead;
  Weep o’er the thousands that remain,
  Deep sunk in sin, or racked with pain;
  Mourn your own crimes and wicked ways,
  And learn to number all your days;
  Gain wisdom from this mournful stone,
  And make this Christian’s case your own.

PARLEY THE PORTER.

AN ALLEGORY.  SHOWING HOW ROBBERS WITHOUT CAN NEVER GET INTO A HOUSE UNLESS THERE ARE TRAITORS WITHIN.

BY HANNAH MORE.

There was once a certain gentleman who had a house, or castle, situated in the midst of a great wilderness, but inclosed in a garden.  Now there was a band of robbers in the wilderness, who had a great mind to plunder and destroy the castle; but they had not succeeded in their endeavors, because the master had given strict orders to “watch without ceasing.”  To quicken their vigilance, he used to tell them that their care would soon have an end; that though the nights they had to watch were dark and stormy, yet they were but few; the period of resistance Was short—­that of rest would be eternal.

The robbers, however, attacked the castle in various ways.  They tried at every avenue; watched to take advantage of every careless moment; looked for an open door, or a neglected window.  But though they often made the bolts shake and the windows rattle, they could never greatly hurt the house, much less get into it.  Do you know the reason?  It was, because the servants were never off their guard.  They heard the noises plain enough, and used to be not a little frightened, for they were aware both of the strength and perseverance of their enemies.  But what seemed rather odd to some of these servants, the gentleman used to tell them, that while they continued to be afraid, they would be safe; and it passed into a sort of proverb in that family, “Happy is he that feareth always.”  Some of the servants however, thought this a contradiction.