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aside their character, uttering only the voice of sorrowful entreaty."
“ She called them a goodly passing knell,” said Ross : “and seeing that I both understood and felt her meaning, she added, “ All, all is peace: full pardon, full salvation, joy unspeakable, and full of glory.” “ But the flag," said Magrath.
Aye,” rejoined M'Alister, we waved our flag, the signal of distress, and reeled beneath its weight. She gazed upon its crimson folds, and, in a tone of holy triumph ejaculated, “Jebovab-pissi ! In thy name, O Lord, we first set our banners : for thy name's sake, put to thy hand, hear, behold, and save.' It was then that Browning's vessel ran aground, and every shout from the enemy, every cry from the walls, seemed to infuse new energy into her prayers. Life was ebbing fast away;
her my support, and strove to join her fervent supplications ; for never did so fearful a darkness overspread my soul, as during that season of suspense.”
It was not yourself only, Mr. Bryan,” said Magrath. “Every man's face was changed, and blackened as if by a spell. Such looks were never seen among living men, as we beheld this day.”
“ And did she rally again ?” asked Murray, whose interest appeared intense.
“ Yes : when the ship gave that successful broadside, she raised her head in earnest expectation; and then the shout, the clamorous joy, that told its result, came pealing on our ears; our comrades on the battery exclaimed, she Aoats! she floats !' and I raised my dying charge, and bore her to the point from whenee she might descry the stately vessels bearing down in unimpeded approach. She uttered a sound of joy, and spreading abroad her hands, exclaimed, Lord, I have lived to pray-I come to praise thee!”
She sunk back, breathed the name of Jesus, and departed to abide with him for ever.”
A Prayer for every day, and all Day
KINDLY PRESENTED BY THE AUTHOR FOR INSERTION IN
In the morning hear my voice,
Through the duties of the day,
When the evening sky displays,
When the round of care is run,
Thus with Thee, my God, my friend,
The Blind Mother,
GENTLY, dear mother, here
Gently, and do not fear.
The green leaves, as we pass, Lay their light finger on thee unaware, And by thy side the hazels cluster fair,
And the low forest grass Grows green and lovely where the woodpaths wind, Alas, for thee, dear mother, thou art blind!
And nature is all bright;
And evening's dewy light
The moon's new silver shell
Is pencill'd passing well.
And the kind looks of friends
And the tall stripling bends
But thou canst hear and love May richly in a human tone be pour'd, And the slight cadence of a whisper'd word
A daughter's love may prove; And while I speak thou knowest if I smile, Albeit thou dost not see my face the while.
Yes thou canst hear! and He
Heaven, and earth, and sea !
Wow pleasant is the opening Year!
How pleasant is the opening year!
The clouds of winter melt away ;
The songster carols from the spray ;
And bluer grows the arched sky;
“ Christian ! direct thy thoughts on higla."