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By its miraculous effusion, show'd

And hence the third distinctly glorious tie How great a pow'r he promis'd, and bestow'd; Of love, which both are animated by: Pow'r to reverse confusion, and impart

All is one God, but he contains divine, One living word to ev'ry honest heart.

Living relations, evidently trine. Deaf to its influence the wicked stood,

So far from hurting unity, that hence And mock'd the just amazement of the good;

The fulness rises of its perfect sense; For want of sense, ascribing to new wine

And ev'ry barren, spiritless dispute, Their joint acknowledgments of grace divine:

Against its truth, is pluckd up by the root: The world's devont epitome was taught,

'The faith is solid to repose upon, And hid from pride the miracle, when wrought.

Father, Word, Spirit, undivided One;

Ry whom mankind, of threefold life possest, Known to the meek, but from the worldly wise, Can live, and move, and have its being blest. From scoffers hid, the wonderful supplies

Not by three gods; or one supremely great, Of God's good spirit, now as near to men, Whose hearts are open to the truth, as then:

With two inferiors; or the wild conceit, Blest, in all climates, all conditions, they

God, Michael, Gabriel; or aught else, devis'd

For Christians, in no creature's name baptiz'd; Who hear this inward teacher, and obey,

But of the whole inseparable Three,
Whose fertile Oneness causes all to be;
And makes an Heav'n thro' Nature's whole abyss,

By its paternal, filial, spirit bliss.
Co-EQUAL Trinity was always taught

By the divines most fam'd for pious thought:

One God the Father -- certainly this term The men of learning fill'd, indeed, the page

Does not a barren deity affirm; With dissonant disputes, from age to age;

Without the Son; without the native light, But with themselves, so far as one can read,

By which its fiery majesty is bright; About their schemes are not at all agreed;

Without the spirit of the fire, and flame When they oppos'd, by reason, or by wrath,

Of life divine, eternally the same. This grand foundation of the Christian faith.

More one-than any thing beside can be, For what more fundamental point, or grand, Because of its inseparable three; Than our ascending Saviour's own command? Which nothing can diminish, or divide, " Go and baptize all nations in the name"- Tho' it should break all unity beside; Of whom, or what? (For thence the surest aim For this, as self-begetting, self-begot, Of Christian doctrine must appear the most) And to itself proceeding, it can not.

- The name of l'ather, Son, and Holy Ghost Our Lord's interpretation here we see,

This total oneness of its threefold bliss, Of—“ Thou shalt have no other gods but me"

Life, light, and joy of Nature's vast abyss,

No tongue so well can utter, but the mind, For can the phrase, so highly sacred, show That seeks for somewhat to object, may find; The name of God to be omitted? No;

No end of questions, if we must contest By its essential Trinity exprest,

A truth, by saints, of ev'ry age, exprest. It show'd what faith Christ will'd to be profest : The church did always, always will, agree One God the Jews had own'd; and one Supreme, In its one worship of the Holy three; With others lower, was the pagan theme;

As taught, by Christ, that unity divine How one was true, and how Supreme prophan’d, Was full and perfect, that is, unitrine: Our Lord's baptismal ordinance explain'd.

He said, -" Baptize all nations, and proclaim The one divinity of Father, Son,

Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the name.", And Spirit, teaches Christian thought to shun The holy! holy! holy of the host Both pagan, and rabbinical mistake,

Of Heav'n is Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; And understand what holy prophets spake; Not boly-holier-and holiestOr in the ancient writings, or the new,

But one, triune, same holiness confest; To which this doctrine is the sacred clue;

One God, one loving, and beloved, Love; That so conducts us to the saving plan

On Earth below ador'd, in Heav'n above. Of true religion, as no other can.

One living fulness of all perfect good; For, were the Son's divinity deny'd,

Its own essential fountain, stream, and flood: The Father's must, of course, be set aside;

And when, according to the Christian creed, Or be a dark one-How can it be bright,

Men worship God in spirit, word, and deed, But by its own eternal, inborn light?

Faith, hope, and love's triunity of grace, The glory of the Father is the Son,

Will find, in their true, single heart, a place. Of all his powers begotten, or begun, From all eternity; take Son away, And what the Father can delight in, say.

A CAUTION AGAINST DESPAIR. The love, paternally divine, implies

Despair is a cowardly thing, Its proper object, whence it must arise,

And the spirit suggesting it bad; That is, the Son: and so the filial too

In spite of my sins I will sing, Implies paternal origin in view;

That mercy is still to be had.

For he that has shown it so far,

Just the reverse of this would Satan say, As to give me a sensible heart,

That men should always faint, and never pray: How heinous soever they are,

He wants to drive poor sinners to despair; Delights in the merciful part.

And Christ to save them by prevailing pray’r. By affliction, so heavy to bear,

The judge, who feared neither God nor man, He searches the wound he would cure;

Despis'd the widow when she first began Tis his, to be kindly severe,

Her just request; but she, continuing on 'Tis mine, by his grace to endure.

The same petition, wearied him anon;

He could not bear to hear her praying still,
O! comfort thyself in his love,

And did her justice, tho' against his will.
Poor sinful and sorrowful soul,
Who came, and still comes, from above,

Can perseverance forcc a man, unjust,
To the sick, that would fain be made whole.

To execute, however loth, bis trust?

And will not God, whose fatherly delight
Who said, and continues to say,
In the deep of a penitent breast,

Is to save souls, so precious in his sight,

Hear his own offspring's persevering call, “ Come sinner, to me come away,

And give the blessing which he bas for all?
I'll meet thee, and bring thee to rest."
A refusal to come is absurd;

Yes, to be sure, he will; the lying no
I'll put myself under his care;

Is a downright temptation of the foe;

Who first emboldens siuners to presume, I'll believe his infallible word,

As if a righteous judgment had no room; And never, no never despair.

And, having led them into grievous faults,

With the despair of mercy, then, assaults.

Dear soul, if thou hast listen'd to the lies

Which, at the first, the tempter would devise, What! tho' no objects strike upon the sight! Let him not cheat thee with a second snare, Thy sacred presence is an inward light!

And drag thee into darkness, by despair; What! tho' no sounds shall penetrate the ear! Pray, against all his wiles, for God will hear, To list’ning thought the voice of truth is clear! And will avenge thee of him, never fear. Sincere devotion needs no outward shrino; The centre of an humble soul is thine!

He gives the grace to sorrow for thy sin,

The sign of kindling penitence within; There may I worship! and there may'st thou place Let not the smoke disturb thee, for, no doubt, Thy seat of mercy, and thy throne of grace! 'The light and flame will follow, and break out; Yea fix, if Cbrist my advocate appear,

And love arise to overcome restraint, The dread tribunal of thy justice there:

That thou may'st always pray, and never faint, Let each vain thought, let each impure desire Meet, in thy wrath, with a consuming fire.

Whilst the kind rigours of a righteous doom
All deadly filth of selfish pride consume,

Thou, Lord! can'st raise, tho' punishing for sin,
The joys of peaceful penitence within:

ON READING THE 5th AND 8th VERSES OF THE Thy justice and thy mercy both are sweet,

37th PSALM. That make our suff'rings and salvation meet.

Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: Fret Befall me, then, whatever God shall please!

not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil. His wounds are healing, and his griefs give ease: V. 8. He, like a true physician of the soul, Applies the medicine that may make it whole:

In Psalm, this evening order'd to be read, l'll do, I'll suffer whatsoe'er he wills;

“ Fret not thyself”-the royal psalmist said, I see his aim thro' all these transient ills.

His reason why, succeeding words instill; 'Tis to infuse a salutary grief,

Or else, says he; “ 't will move thee to do ill." To fit the mind for absolute relief:

Now tho' I know that fretting does no good,

Its evil movement have I understood ?
That purg'd from ev'ry false and finite love,
Dead to the world, alive to things above,

Move to do evil! then, dear soul of mine, The soul may rise, as in its first form'd youth,

Stir it not up, if that be its design:
And worship God in spirit and in truth.

Its being vain is cause enough to shun;
But if indulg'd, some evil must be done:

And thou, according to the holy king,
AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO EARNEST AND Must be the doer of this evil thing.

Men use thee ill--that fault is theirs alone; Luke 18, 1. And he spake a parable unto them, But if thou use thyself ill, that's thy own:

to this end, that men ought always to pray, and Meekness and patience is much better treasure; not to faint.

Then leave off wrath, and let go all displeasure: A blessed truth for parable to paint,

Tho' thou art ever so ill treated-yetThat men should always pray, and never faint! Remember David, and forbear to fret.

Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust “ Patience! a custard lid” said Dr. Grat. in him, and he will bring it to pass. V.5. “ His case wants, plainly, something more than

'Tis a good recipe-but cure is longer (that; “Commit thy way unto the Lord”- Resign

Than it should be; we must have something Thyself entirely to the will divine:

stronger : All real good, all remedy for ill,

A creeping pulse!_bare patience will not doLies in conforining to his blessed will: By all advice that holy books record,

To get him strength, he must be thankful too. Thou must “commit thy way unto the Lord.” “ He must consider"-and so on he went,

To show thanksgiving's marvellous extent; “And put thy trust in him”—all other trust,

And what a true catholicon it was; Plac'd out of him, is foolish and unjust:

And what great cures it bad but brought to pass; His loving kindness is the only ground,

And how best fortunes, wanting it, were curst; Where solid peace and comfort can be found :

And how it turn'd to good the very worst. What other prospects either sink, or swim, Do thou stand firm, and "put thy trust in him." O what a deal he said !--and in the light, “And he will bring thy way to pass”—the whole But like good doctrine, of some good divine,

Wherein be plac'd it, all was really right: Of all that thou canst wish for to thy soul:

Which, while 'tis preach'd, is admirably fine, He wills to give it, and thy seeking mind,

When doctor Gratitude had left the spot, By faith and patience, cannot fail to find :

All that he said was charming and forgot.
To him, whatever good desire it has,
Commit and trust, and he will bring to pass. Your doctor's potion, patience, and the bark,

May bit both mental, and material mark;
One serves to keep the ague from the mind,

As t'other does, from its corporeal rind:

There is, methinks, in their respective growth,

A fair analogy betwixt 'em both.

For what the bark is to the growing tree,

To human mind, that, patience seems to be; DEAR SISTER,

They hold the principles of growth together, If soliloquy conduce,

And blunt the force of accident, and weather: (Meant, as the name declares, for private use)

Bar'd of its bark, a tree, we may compute, To your contentment—if such kind of fruit Will not remain much longer on its root. Pleases your taste, you're very welcome to't: Tho' pluck'd, one day in April, from the ground, Will hardly bear to have its patience peeld:

And mind in mortals, that are wisely willd, It keeps, in pickle, all the seasons round.

Nothing, in fine, contributes more to living, 'Tis summer, now, and autumn comes anon;

Physic, or food, than patience and thanksgiving; Winter succeeds, and spring when that is gone;

Patience defends us from all outward hap;
But be it winter, summer, autumn, spring,

Of inward life thanksgiving is the sap.
To nurture fretting is a simple thing:
A weed so useless, to the use of reason,
Can, absolutely, never be in scason.
Without much nursing, that the weed will grow,

I wish I had some reason less to know;

WRITTEN UNDER A PRINT, REPRESENTING THE Some less to see, how folly, when it grew

SALUTATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN. In my own ground, could cultivate it too: Could hedge it round, and cherish, and suppose

See represented here, in light and shade, That, being mine, the thistle was a rose.

The angel's visit to the blessed maid;

To Mary, destin'd, when the time should come, You know the saying, of I know not whom, To bear the Saviour in her virgin womb; " Little misfortunes serve till greater come;" Explaining to her the mysterious plan And saying, somewhere met with, I recall, Of man's redemption_his becoming man. “ That 'tis the greatest to have none at all." Rare case perhaps; they reach, we often see,

When ev'ry previous wonder had been done, All sorts of persons, bim, her, you, or me. The Virgin then was to conceive a Son; “ This being then," Experience says, “the case, Prom God his Father Gabriel was sent,

And, to prepare her for the grand event, What kind of conduct must a man embrace?"

To hail the chosen organ of bis birth,
My 'pothecary, as you think, replies-

Of God with us,-of Jesus upon Earth.
“ Pray take 'em quietly, if you be wise;
Bitter they are, 't is true, to flesh and blood; Unable to express celestial things
But if they were not—they would do no good.” Imagination adds expanded wings

To human form exact, and beauteous face;
One time, when 'pothecary Patience found

Which angels have, but with angelic grace, That his persuasion got but little ground,

Free from all grossness and defect; nor seen He callid in doctor Gratitude, to try If his advice could make me to comply;

But with a pure chaste eye, divinely keen. “ I recommended patience, sir,” said he,

Such Mary's was, whose posture here design'd “ Pray will you speak, for he regards not me.” The most profound humility of mind;


263 Modestly asking bow the thing could be;

I render back no injuries again; And saying, when inform'd of God's decree,

Because I wish the doer's case like mine; “ Behold the handmaid of the Lord! his will In which, nor good, nor evil, as from men Let him, according to thy word, fulfill."

Is minded much, but from an hand divine. What fair instruction inay the scene impart I aim, sincerely, to be just and true; To them, who look beyond the painter's art! For my good will to all mankind extends: Who, in th' angelic message from above,

A tenderness of heart, I think, is due, See the revealing of God's gracious love

Where stricter ties unite me to my friends. To ev'ry soul, that yields itself to all That pleases him, whatever may befall!

Whether in conversation, or alone,

Still to my mind God's presence I recall: Whatever circumstance of heav'nly grace

My actions wait the judginent of his throne,
Might be peculiar to the Virgin's case,

And 't is to him I consecrate them all.
That holy thing, that saves a soul froin sin,
Of God's good spirit must be born within:

These are my thoughts, and briefly thus display'd; For all salvation is, upon the whole,

I thank my Saviour for them ev'ry day; The birth of Jesus in the human soul.

Who, of a poor, weak, sintul man, has made

A man exempt from vice's evil sway.

Such is the force of his inspiring grace!

For all my good to that alone I owe;
WRITTEN UNDER A PRINT, REPRESENTING CHRIST Since, if my own corrupted self I trace,

I'm nothing else but misery and woe.
Engagód, amidst the doctors here, behold,
In deep discourse, a child of twelve years old;
Who show'd, whatever question they preferrd,
A wisdom that astonish'd all who heard,
And found, in asking, or in answ'ring youth,

ARMELLE NICHOLAS'S ACCOUNT OF HER. Of age so tender, such a force of truth.


FROM THE FRENCH. Observe bis mild, but penetrating look ; Those bearded sages poring o'er their book: To the God of my love, in the morning," said That meek old priest, with placid face of joy;

she, That pharisaic frowner at the boy:

“ Like a child to its parent, when waking 1 flee; That pensive rabbi, seeming at a stand;

With a longing to serve bim, and please him, I That serious matron, lifting up her hand.



And before him kneel down, as if seen by these A group of heads, as painting Fancy taught, Hints at the rarious attitude of thought

I resign up myself to his absolute will,

Which I beg that in me he would always fu fil; In diff'rent bearers, all intent upon The wond'rous graces that in Jesus shon:

That the pray’rs of the day, by whomever pre

ferr'd, Each aspect witnc ssing the same surprise,

For the goud of each soul, may be also thus heard. From whence his understanding should arise.

“ If, oblig'd to attend on some household affair, We know, at present, what the learned Jew,

I have scarce so much time as to say the Lord's Disputing in the temple, little knew;

pray'r, That, thro’this child, in every answer made,

This gives me no trouble: my dutiful part God's own eternal wisdom was display'd;

Is obedience to him, whom I have at my heart, That their Messiah, tien, the truths instillid

As well at my work, as retiring to pray, Which, grown to man, be perfectly fulfill'd.

And his love does not suffer in mine a decay; We know that his corporeal presence then

He has taught me himself, that a work, which I On Earth, as man, was requisite for men;

For dis sake, is a pray'r very real and true. [do That, by his spirit, he is present still,

“ I dress in his presence, and learn to confess And always was, to men of upright will:

That bis provident kindness supplies me with To saving truth, whatever doctors say,

dress: His inward guidance must assure the way. In the midst of all outward employment I find Whether his actions therefore be pourtray'd

A conversing with him of an intimate kind : In printed letter, or in figur'd shade,

How sweet is the labour! his loving regard (hard; The books, the pictures, that we read or see,

So supporting one's mind, that it, thinks nothing Should raise reflection, in some due degree;

While the limbs are at work, in the seeking to And serve as memorandums, to recall

please The teacher Jesus, in the midst of all.

So belov'd a companion, the mind is at ease.

“ In his presence I eat and I drink; and reflect PASCAL'S CHARACTER OF HIMSELF.

How food, of his gift, is the growing etfict;

How his love to my soul is so great, and so good, I Love and honour a poor humble state,

Just as if it were fed with his own flesh and blood: Because my Saviour Jesus Christ was poor;

What a virtue this feeder, his meat, and bis drink And riches too, that help us to abate

Has to kindle one's heart, I must leave you to The miseries, which other men endure.



He alone can express it, no language of mine,

REFLECTIONS Were my life spent in speaking, could ever define.

ON THE FOREGOING ACCOUNT. “When perhaps by hard usage, or weariness I myself am too apt to be fretful at best, (prest, How full of proof of Heav'n's all-present aid Love shows me, forthwith, how I ought to take Was good Armelle, a simple servant mais! heed

A poor French girl, by parentage and birth Not to nurse the least anger, by word or by deed; Of low, and mean condition upon Earth, And he sets such a watch at the door of my lips, By education ignorant indeed, That of hasty cross words there is nothing that She, all her life, could neither write nor read. slips;

But she had that which all the force of art Such irregular passions, as seek to surprise, Could neither give, nor take away-an heart; Are crush'd, and are conquer'd, as soon as they An honest, humble, well disposed will, rise.

The true capacity for higher skill

Than what the world, with all its learned din, “Or, if e'er I give place to an humour so bad, Could teach-she learn'd her lesson from within : My mind bas no rest till forgiveness be had;

Plain, single lesson of essential kind, I confess all my faults, as if he had not known, The love of God's pure presence in her mind. And my peace is renew'd, by a goodness his own; Her artless, innocent, attentive thought In a manner so free, as if, after my sin,

Was at the source of all true knowledge taught; More strongly confirm'd than before it had been: There she could read the characters imprest By a merey so tender my heart is reclaim’d,

Upon the mind of ev'ry human breast; And the more to lore him by its failing inflam'd. The native laws prescrib'd to ev'ry soul;

"Sometimes I perceive that he hideth his face, And love, the one fulfiller of the whole. And I seem like a person depriv’d of all grace;

This boly love to know, and practise well,

Became the sole endeavour of Armelle: Then I say ''Tis no matter, altho' thou conceal

Of outward things, the management and rule, Thyself as thou pleasest, I'll keep to my zeal; I'll love thee, and serve thee, however this rod

She wisely took from this internal school: May be sent to chastise, for I know thou art God;' The work was servile, but the thing was grand,

In ev'ry work well done by such a band, And with more circumspection I stand upon There was a dignity in all she did,

guard, Till of such a great blessing no longer debarr'd.

Tho' from the world by meaner labours hid;

If mean below, not so esteem'd above,
“But a sufi'ring, so deep, having taught me to Where all the grand of labour is the love:
What I am in my self hood, I learn to rely (try In vain to boast magnificence of scene;
More firmly on him, who was pleas'd to endure It is all meanness, if the love be mean.
The severest extremes, to make way for our cure:
To conform to his pattern, as love shall see fit,
My faith in the Saviour resolves to submit;
For no more than myself (if the word may go free)
Can I live without him, can he help loving me.

ST. CECILIA'S HYMN. “Well assurd of his goodness, I pass the whole O! BORN of a Virgin, most lowly and meek, day,

Thou sent of thy Father lost creatures to seek, And my work, hard or easy, is felt as a play; Vouchsafe, in the manner that pleaseth thee best, I am thankful in feelings, but, pleasure or smart,

To kindle thy love in my virginal breast; It is rather himself that I love in my heart.

Let the words of my mouth, and the thoughts of When they urge me to mirth, I think, O! were it

my heart, known

Obey the sweet force, which thy grace shall imHow I meet the best company when I'm alone! part; Tomy dear fellow-creatures what tiesme each hour, whilst angels assist me to offer my vows Is the love of my God, to the best of my pow'r.

To the God of my life, my redeemer and spouse. “ At the hour of the night, when I go to my rest, My life I esteem, O Creator divine, I repose on his love, like a child at the breast; As a loving impression out flowing from thine; And a sweet, peaceful silence invites me to keep As an act of thy bounty, that gives us a part Contemplating him, to my dropping asleep: Of the light, love and glory, which thou thyself art: Many times a good thought, by its gentle delight, May I always as little thy pleasure oppose, Has with-held me from sleep, a good part of the As the pure simple nature from whence I arose; In adoring his love, that continues to share (night, And by thee, and for thee, created, fulfill To a poor, wretched creature, so special a care. In thought, word, and deed, thy adorable wille

“ This after my heart was converted at last, By this blessed will, bowsoever made known, Is the life I have led for these twenty years past: With a dutiful joy will I govern my own; My love has not chang'd, and my innermost And, deaf to all tempting enchantments of sin peace,

I will hearken to thee, my Redeemer within; Tho' it ever secm'd full, has gone on to increase: Thy words will I ponder by night, and by day, 'Tis an infinite love that has fillid me, and fed And the light of thy gospel shall mark out my My still rising hunger to eat of its bread;

way: So satisfy'd still, as if such an excess [possess.” Till at length I arrive at the honour I claim, Could have nothing more added, than what I To live like a virgin, baptiz'd in thy name.

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