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7. With a calm voice, breathing a subdued and confiding spirit, the teacher improved this opportunity to impress upon our young minds a great truth. "Fear not, children,' said he, “it is your Heavenly Father that sends the storm as well as the sunshine and the gentle breeze. You have been just as much in his power all day, as you are at this moment. He has been as near you, supporting you, supplying you with breath, with life all through the pleasant morning; but then you did not see him. He is just as able to protect you now, for ‘not a sparrow falls to the ground without his notice,'and he ruleth the storm and “rideth upon the wings of the wind.' We should ever feel willing to trust him; for he is ever able to grant us deliverance from all our dangers. God is here now to protect us.”

8. Just as he finished these words the rain began to fall. First the drops were few and scattered, but soon the windows of heaven were opened, and the thirsty ground was abundantly satisfied. The sound of the thunder became fainter and fainter as the cloud passed away; the sun burst out again in renewed splendor; the full drops glittered in his beams upon

the
grass ; the birds began their songs ;

the rainbow spanned the eastern hills; and our hearts, taught by the timely instructions of a good man, began to expand with eager gratitude for our preservation by the hand of our Heavenly Father.

9. The remainder of the afternoon passed happily away; and when our books were laid aside, and we were ready to burst out of the room to enjoy the refreshing air and participate in the general joy, the teacher, taking the Bible from the desk, asked us to remain quiet a moment, while he read a few words that he hoped we should never forget.

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10. The passage was the following, from the 65th Psalm:

"By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the

Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power; which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.

11. They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens : thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

“ Thou visitest the earth and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water : thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.

“ Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly, thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers, thou blessest the springing thereof.

“Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the little hills rejoice on every side.

“The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing."

12. After closing the book, the teacher said, "Go out now, children, and witness how perfectly these words have been fulfilled toward us this afternoon,-and, from this day's mercies, learn hereafter to trust God as confidently in the storm, when he displays his power by his outward tokens,' ' as when he kindly smiles upon you in the beams of the glorious sun, or gently breathes upon you in the morning breeze."

13. We went forth bounding in gladness and gratitude, and saw the “ outgoings of the evening to rejoice,”—''the pastures clothed with flocks,”—“the valleys covered over with corn,"_" the little hills rejoicing on every side ; " -- we heard also the general “shout for joy,” — and we felt, as we never before had felt, a deep, thorough, abiding conviction of the truth that God is our father and our friend; the God OF OUR SALVATION.

14. I know not how soon these impressions faded from the minds of the other children,- but, for myself, I can say, that from that time to the present, whenever I have been exposed to apparent danger from the impending tempest, the warring elements, or the ravages of disease, the teachings of that hour have always revived in my mind, to soothe my troubled spirit, and to reassure my faith and confidence in the presence of an all-sufficient and merciful Preserver. A thousand times have I devoutly blessed the memory of that faithful teacher, for having so early and so happily turned my thoughts upward to Him, in whom " we live and move and have our being."

LXX.- BRING FLOWERS.

MRS. HEMANS,

1. Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
To wreathe the cup ere the wine is poured;
Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale;
Their breath floats out on the southern gale;
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,
To deck the hall where the bright wine flows.

2. Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror's path! He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath,

He comes with the spoils of nations back,
The vines lie crushed in his chariot's track,
The turf looks red where he won the day;
Bring flowers to die in the conqueror's way!

3. Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell; They have tales of the joyous woods to tell; Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky, And the bright world shut from his languid eye; They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours, And the dream of his youth ;-bring him flowers, wild

flowers.

4. Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear! They were born to blush in her shining hair. She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth, She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth; Her place is now by another's side;Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride!

5. Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed, A crown for the brow of the early dead ! For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst, For this in the woods was the violet nursed ! Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift;-bring ye flowers, pale flowers.

6. Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer; They are nature's offering, their place is there! They speak of hope to the fainting heart, With a voice of promise they come and part; They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, They break forth in glory;— bring flowers, bright flowers LXXI.—I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

THOMAS Hood.
1. I remember, I remember

The house where I was born -
The little window where the sun

Came pecping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;
But now I often wish the night
Had borne

my
breath

away.
2. I remember, I remember

The roses — red and white;
The violets and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light !
The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday

The tree is living yet!

3. I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing ;
And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers,

That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

4. I remember, I remember

The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky;

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