"Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low;
And worships those, and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

O! let man hasten to restore

In

To all their right of love;

power and wealth exult no more;
In wisdom lowly move.

Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride;
Ye low! your shame and fear;
Live as ye worship, side by side;
Your common claims revere.

LESSON XCII.

THE MOURNERS.

The following tribute to Filial Love is from the pen of MISS E. COOKE, of England. The Personification of Death is a common figure, but it is singular that while the English poets uniformerly speak of him as a Man, the French uniformly represent Death as a Woman.

King Death sped forth in his dreaded power
To make the most of his tyrant hour;
And the first he took was a white robed-girl,
With the orange bloom twined in each glossy curl.
Her fond betrothed hung over the bier,

Bathing her shroud with the gushing tear :
He madly raved, he shrieked his pain,

With frantic speech and burning brain.

"There's no joy," cried he, "now my dearest is gone, Take, take me, Death; for I can not live on!"

The valued friend, too, was snatched away,

Bound to another from childhood's day;

And the friend that was left exclaimed in despair, "O! he sleeps in the grave-let me follow him there!"

A mother was taken, whose constant love

Had nestled her child like a fair young dove;

And the heart of that child to the mother had grown, Like the ivy to oak, or moss to the stone;

Nor loud nor wild was the burst of woe, below;

But the tide of anguish ran strong

And the reft one turned from all that was light,
From the flowers of day and the stars of night;
Breathing where none might hear or see—
"Where thou art, my mother, thy child would be."

Death smiled as he heard each earnest word:
"Nay, nay," said he, "be this work deferred;
I'll see you again in a fleeting year,

And, if grief and devotion live on sincere,
I promise then ye shall share the rest

Of the beings now plucked from your doating breast;
Then, if ye crave still the coffin and pall
As ye do this moment, my spear shall fall."
And Death fled till time on his rapid wing
Again brought back the skeleton king.

But the lover was ardently wooing again,
Kneeling in serfdom, and proud of his chain;
He had found an idol again to adore,
Rarer than that he had worshipped before :
His step was gay, his laugh was loud,

As he led the way for the bridal crowd;

And his eyes still kept their joyous ray,

Though he went by the grave where his first love lay.

"Ha! ha!" shouted Death, "'t is passing clear

That I am a guest not wanted here!"

The friend again was quaffing the bowl,
Warmly pledging his faith and soul;

His bosom cherished with glowing pride
A stranger form that sat by his side;
His hand the hand of that stranger pressed;
He praised his song, he echoed his jest;
And the mirth and wit of that new found mate
Made a blank of the name so prized of late.
"See! see!" cried Death, as he hurried past,
"How bravely the bonds of friendship last!"

But the orphan child! Oh, where was she?
With clasping hands and bended knee,
All alone on the churchyard sod,
Mingling the names of mother and God.
Her dark and sunken eye was hid,
Fast weeping beneath the sunken lid;
Her sighs were heavy, her forehead was chill,
Betraying the wound was unhealëd still;

And her smothered prayer was yet heard to crave
A speedy home in the self same grave.

Hers was the love all holy and strong;
Hers was the sorrow fervent and long;
Hers was the spirit whose light was shed
As an incense fire above the dead.

Death lingered there, and paused awhile;

But she beckoned him on with a welcoming smile. "There's a solace," cried she, "for all others to find, But a mother leaves no equal behind."

And the kindest blow Death ever gave

Laid the mourning child in the mother's grave.

LESSON XCIII.

JESUS CHRIST AN IMPOSTOR !-EDITOR.

Some of the points in which the Messiah differed from Mahomet and or impostors, may be seen in the following extract. The Editor knows not whether to wonder most at the ingratitude or at the absurdity of the charge of imposture that has been brought by unbe. lievers.

It is not unusual for those who would discredit our holy religion, to stigmatize its founder as an Impostor; but before we admit the charge, we have a right to ask, on whom did he attempt to impose? What motive had he for the attempt? What means did he employ to compass his design?

Did he wish to impose upon the Priesthood? His language from first to last was "Woe unto you Scribes, Pharisees, Hypocrites!-Did he aim to impose upon the Rich? Then the exclamation, "How hardly shall a rich man enter into the kingdom of Heaven," was either madness or folly. Did he endeavor to impose upon the Poor? If he did, it was by preaching the gospel of patience, hope and encouragement to them!

But all Impostors have a motive, and what, it may be asked, was that of Jesus? Did he seek Popularity? With whom? With the mighty? He never called them-except to repentance. With the people? He discouraged all their expectations of political freedom through his agency; and when they boasted of their descent, the glory of a Hebrew, he told them that " God could of the stones raise up such children unto Abraham."

Was his motive Wealth? Strange then that he should become poor that others might be made rich! Strange that he should heal the sick, restore the blind, raise the dead, without fee or reward! Strange that one little purse, in the hands of the traitor, contained so small a treasure that it could not always secure to Jesus a place where he might lay his weary head!

Was his motive Power? He preached to the multitudes, to be sure, but his text was, "my kingdom is not of this world." Was it Ambition? He only showed it by washing his disciples' feet. What was his motive, then, for incurring reproach, enduring every privation, and suffering a cruel death? I answer, Love, UNDYING LOVE! What was his object? Truth, THE TRUTH OF GOD!

Call you such an Impostor? Happy for the world had there been more such! Impostors who spoke not their own words, but those of Omniscient Wisdom; who sought not their own good, but the good of others; who came not to condemn the world, but to save it; who obeyed not their own will, but the will of God; and who came not to destroy men's lives, but, like the blessed Jesus, to die for them.

LESSON XCIV.

THE PILOT.

The following lines, by COCHRAN, furnish an easy exercise for a young pupil.

The waves are high, the night is dark,
Wild roll the foaming tides,

Dashing around the straining bark,

As gallantly she rides!

"Pilot! take heed what course you steer,
Our bark is tempest driven !"
"Stranger, be calm, there is no fear

For him who trusts in Heaven!"

"Oh, pilot! mark yon thunder cloud-
The lightning's lurid rivers ;
Hark to the wind, 'tis piping loud,—
The mainmast bends and quivers !