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tribes unknown; and are often victims to their brainless courage, being made captives by the monarch of the lower world. All nature seems bursting into life and animation. The insect tribes, who have loitered out the long, slow year in creaks and crevices, deaf and blind to all things, now swarm abroad, borne by the gentle gales of the soft season of spring. They are resuscitated from their wintry death by the all-invigorating and all-generating, and all-fructifying influence of the sol of surrounding worlds, the powerful governor of day. Now, likewise descend soft and gentle showers, causing the verdure of the season to assume a fresher tint, and to flourish exuberantly, affording new and cheering sustenance to the brute creation; and through them to man himself.

These are a few of the delightful and soul-cheering effects of the Spring. And these, to the man who considers them understandingly, preach instruction beyond any to be obtained from all things that bear the stamp of human ingenuity. These lead us to trace all our happiness, and all the happiness of inferior beings, to the great Author of nature, in whom we live, move, and have our being, and "whom the heaven of heavens cannot contain." Who can contemplate these glorious appearances of the creation, and not break out, from fulness of soul, in the lofty strains of the bard of Israel, "When I consider the heavens, the works of thy fingers; the moon and stars which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art mindful of him, and the son of man, that thou visitest him?" Or who, after taking a survey of the happiness which all nature seems to enjoy, can refrain from saying, "The Lord is good unto all, and his tender mercies are over all his works." What man is there, who takes a comprehensive view of the charms of nature, who cannot love the Author of them? What person, who can forbear saying, “O Lord, how manifold


are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all; the earth is full of thy riches." Well may the celebrated poet Milton exclaim:

"These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
Almighty! thine this universal frame!

Thus wondrous fair, thyself how wondrous then
Unspeakable! who sits above these heavens
To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works! Yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought and power divine.”

Or the eloquent seraphic Thomson, who painted the eharms of nature with an exact and striking coloring: I say, well may he exclaim, upon surveying the four seasons of the year,

"These as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God."


Wonderful improvements seem to be making in the art of printing. Mr. Fanshaw, at the Tract Society Of fice, has two Jackasses employed as pressmen, and they are now laboring in that capacity with great assiduity and success. This we at first thought a great novelty, but we have since been informed that it is by no means uncommon for animals of this kind to be connected with the press.-N. Y. Reflector.

We have often wondered at the stupidity of the tracts with which our land is inundated, but never till now have been apprised of the fact, that the most stupid of all animals are instrumental in producing them.-Gosp. Adv.


The Sermon which commences this book, was delivered at Andover, N. H. by Rev. Ezekiel Vose, at the funera! of Mr. John Turrill, a very respectable member of the Universalist Society in that town. The text should be Matt. xxvi. instead of xxvii.

Br. Willis, of Troy, N. Y. has commenced a new paper, devoted to the cause of liberal christianity, the title of which is the Evangelical Repository. This comes very near being the Christian Repository, and we hope it will prosper, and be much more useful.

We have received a new paper from the city of NewYork, the title of it, the Olive Branch. May the Olive Branch extend far and wide, till discord and strife shall have no place on our earth.

Br. Dolphus Skinner has removed from Saratoga Springs to Utica, where he edits a religious paper, entitled the Utica Magazine, which is under the patronage of the Convention of Universalists of the State of NewYork.

Br. Russell Streeter, late of Portland, Me. is now laboring with the First Universalist Church and Society in New-York.

The annual interest on the capital owned by the "minister mill," as it is generally called, at Andover, amounts to not much short of $20,000. It is said they can make a minister for about $100. Thus that institution has it in its power to make about one hundred and twenty Calvinistic ministers annually, without exhausting any of its funds. The business is said, however, not to be so good lately, as it was formerly, the market being glutted. Ch. Intel.

Br. Hudson's work, entitled "A Series of Letters addressed to Rev. Hosea Ballou, of Boston, being a vindication of the doctrine of a future retribution, against the principal arguments used by him, Mr. Balfour, and others," now in press at this office, will be out in a few weeks. From what we at present know of this work, by examining the copy, we consider it a very ingenious and able production, and entitled to the liberal patronage of the public.


Died at Hartland, March 27, MARY P. only child of Mrs. Theoda Tabor. This death closed the scene of all Mrs. T.'s family. Within the short period of four years, a husband, and three pleasant children have bid adieu to all earthly things. May the God of mercy bless the only surviving individual, who now goes about our streets mourning.

At Gilmantown, N. H. Mr. JACOB THRASHER, aged 75. He was a respectable citizen, a good husband, father and neighbor.

Died at Plymouth, May 16, Mr. DANIEL MARSH, aged 31. He possessed a strong constitution, and a vigorous body and mind. Rising from a very respectable family, in the exercise of these natural advantages, human life seemed to hold forth the most pleasing and flattering prospects. After fulfilling the duties of a son, on the paternal spot that gave him birth and the rudiments of a common education, till he approached the rising years of manhood, he sought an acquaintance with the world by travelling. In a sultry climate, it is thought, he caught the seeds of the disease, which brought him so early to the close of mortal life. After a series of journeyings, followed by labors in a distant State, directed with a view to establish a less wandering, but more social course of life, his parents were permitted to receive, at their own door, their languishing son, and to watch over his emaciated frame, till it sank from their embraces to the grave. The language of humanity cries, alas! my brother, how was thy strength turned to weakness, thy vigorous health to infirmity, and all thy flattering prospects of human life buried in the dust? But we trust, our friend looked to other prospects-prospects of a more substantial nature; that he felt to relinquish mortal for immortal felicity.—S. C. L.




I VENGEANCE and Love, awake! and bring to birth
Hopeful and hopeless millions from the earth;
Let keen, immortal pow'rs, their souls possess,
=Suited to happiness, or long distress.

2 To praise my glory, let the first be given,
Never to hope, aright, for joys in heaven,
But sink to endless woe! and fix their fate
As changeless, and as lasting, as 'tis great.
3 This Justice does require-and what remain,
Let Mercy share, and shun eternal pain ;
Let all, alike, to sin subjected be,

The mean of future bliss and misery.

4 Those whom I made to love, I call my sheep,
And must from final loss, securely keep;
The rest are goats, and tares, and Satan's sons,
Although I made them like my lovely ones.
5 Now go, my Son—with Satan share the spoil,
And on my chosen cast a heavenly smile;
Though great their sins and sorrows, love them still,
And save and bring them to my holy hill.

6 But most of all my works, our Foe must share,
To tempt, delude, and lead to long despair:
Lend such no aid, nor look with pity's eye,
Leave them to Satan, and they all will die.

7 Teach all to love their neighbors whom I made In wrath and hatred for eternal shade;

To seek their good, whose ruin I design,


pray for goats and tares which are not mine. 8 Lo! Now I give thee charge; and power I give ; Do all my will-and bring a few to live.

But bid reluctant nature on to turn,

Till men, most of them, fitted are to burn.

9 When all is done, the saints will praise me well, To see these hated objects burn in hell;

And burn they must, degrees beyond account,
Else marr'd will be the praise of Zion's mount.

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