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in Bible story. Gath has been entirely Philistines, once glorified by everything lost for centuries. Beth-shemesh, “the that is good, except godliness, is left house of the Sun," has neither house nor naked and desolate, enjoying a Sabbath of inhabitant. All the great valley of the numberless ages.



A REMARKABLE DREAM. ! that knowledge promised that, on awaking, WHAT OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN DONE IN TIE I would, as a magistrate, carry out a certain CASE?

plan of operations. Now, shall I keep the Old Mr. S—, a man of mark in his neigh-promise ?" He mused again, “I am hood and noted for his general good sense, bound by a spirit, bound by a dream. That was long troubled with a recollection of the is the extent of my obligation. Does it following dream:

amount to anything? Pshaw! I wonder at He fancied himself on horseback, riding having allowed myself to be troubled for one towards his county town, when suddenly he moment. But, certainly, it was a remarkasaw what was evidently a spectre, standing ble dream." near the roadside, beckoning earnestly to With these reflections, he turned on his him to approach.

pillow, and again went to sleep. Scarcely, Educated to have no faith in ghosts, but however, had he made his second entry into rather a feeling of pity for those who were dreamland, before he was on horseback as 80 weak as to believe in them, he was shocked before, travelling along the same road and to have his creed so rudely and irresistibly approaching the same haunted spot. And assailed, and his blood ran cold at the sight. there, too, stood the spirit, watching bis Having, however, “a good conscience both movements, and beckoning him again to toward God and toward man," he responded come near. Confident in his integrity of without hesitation to the almost imperative arpose, he went forward with all the boldsummons.

ness he could command, but with some un. "Who are you, and what do you wish ?" easiness of conscience, and with some dishe inquired.

quiet, too, at discovering in the spirit's face "I am the spirit of a murdered man," said an expression that he did not altogether like. the shadowy being, speaking in a soft, sad “John S—" exclaimed that being, tone. "My murderer is at large and unsus- "you have broken your word. You promised pected; nor will he ever be made known, that, when awake, you would carry out the unless you-yes, you, John S—, will use course that I prescribed ; but as soon as you the means that I point out. You are asleep, awoke you decided not to do it. Will you and you know it; but will you promise that, promise again ?" when awake, you will carry out the plan I He made the promise a second time, and now give you ?”

soon after awoke. For some minutes he lay He promised; and the spectre, after giving reflecting seriously upon his responsibility in him a plan of procedure, as magistrate, the case, as a man, as a magistrate, and as a which seemed to him reasonable enough, Christian; and seeing no course which his slowly disappeared. On awaking, he began judgment would approve, except what had to muse :

been before resolved upon, he awoke his “This is a very unusual dream. I ac-wife, and told her the dream, without, howknowledged myself to be asleep, and with ever, detailing the particulars of the course



to be pursued. Being a strong-minded and The following classical dialogue, from the practical woman, she promptly replied, as Greek of Theocritus, may aid in solving the he expected.

question of the preceding article. The dream is certainly a singular one. But would it not look very strange that you,

THE FISHERMEN. a deacon in the church and a magistrate, should be influenced by a dream, of having the nurse of industry and arts is want; made a promise to a spirit? I would think Care breaks the laborer's sleep, my Diophant! of it no more."

And should sweet slumber o'er his eyelids Scarcely one woman in a hundred, if one

creep, in a thousand, would have given such cool Dark cares stand over him and startle sleep. philosophical advice. It satisfied him, but Two fishers old lay in their wattled shed, it was far from satisfying the eager spirit of Close to the wicker on one sea-moss bed; the murdered man.

Near them the tools wherewith they plied Husband and wife had scarcely composed

their craft, themselves to sleep before Mrs. S heard a

The basket, rush-trap, line and reedy shaft, groan of terror from her husband, and saw

Weed-tangled baits, a with its him leap frantically from bed. He had

drops, dreamed of being again on horseback, again Hooks, cord, two oars, an old boat fixed on passing that dreaded spot, and again seeing the spirit there. Its countenance, however, Their rush-mat .clothes and caps propped

props. was no longer mild, but wrathful-more de

either head; mon-like than angelic; it seemed actually These were their implements by which they to flash fire.

It continued to beckon as before, but Mr. And this was all their wealth. They were S- dared not now approach. Conscience

not richer stricken at the recollection of having twice

By so much as a pipkin or a pitcher. violated his word, he put whip and spur to

All else seemed vanity: they could not mend his horse and endeavored to dash by at full

Their poverty—which was their only friend. speed. But it was all in vain, both inan and

They had no neighbors; but upon the shore horse were under a spell, while that terrible

The sea soft murmured at their cottage door. looking spectre was moving after him like a bird through the air. In a moment it had The chariot of the moon was midway only,

When thoughts of toil awoke those fishers leaped upon the crupper of the horse and

lonely: was twining its pale arms around his waist. And shaking sleep off they began to sing. Mr. 8 gave a cry of horror, and leaped, as he supposed, from his horse, but awaked to find himself in the middle of his room, The summer nights are short, when Zeus the and his wife calling to him anxiously to know

king what was the matter.

Makes the days long, some say—and lie. A curious part of the history, he said, was

This night the fact, that although the course of proce- I've seen a world of dreams, nor yet 'tis dure prescribed by the spirit was, at the

light. time of his promise, or rather seemed to him What's all this? am I wrong? or say I truly? to be, plain and simple as A B C, it vanished And can we have a long, long night in July ? so perfectly with the close of the dream that not a trace of it remained in memory.

Do you the summer blame? The seasons Until the day of his death-for this is a change, veritable history—the question would recur Nor willingly transgress their wonted range. at times with painful emphasis, “ Was I not From care that frightens sleep much longer under obligation? I promised in my sleep, knowing that I was asleep."


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Can you interpret dreams ? Fear not: you swore not, saw not with your I've seen a bright one which I will declare,

eyes That you my visions as my toil may share. The fish you saw; for visions all are lies. To whom should you in mother-wit defer? But now no longer slumber : up, awake, And quick wit is the best dream-interpreter. And for a false a real vision take. We've leisure and to spare.

What can Hunt for the foodful fish that is, not seems, one do,

For fear you starve amid your golden Lying awake on leaves, as I and you,

Without a lamp? They say the town hall
Has burning lights—its booty fails it never.

Few people understand and appreciate the

Quakers. Some confound them with the Well: let us have your vision of the night. Shakers, because of the similarity of names ; ASPHALION.

but a person might as well confound mutton When yester-even I slept, outwearied quite and button, or associate, as alike, grass and With the sea

a-toil, not over-fed, for our glass. The Shakers abhor matrimony, and Commons, you know, were short at feeding have as a part of their public worship, a hour,

senseless kind of singing and dancing; the I saw myself upon a rock, where I

Quakers hold that marriage is honorable, Sat watching for the fish—so eagerly ! while they abhor all singing and dancing. And from the reed the tripping bait did shake, Unlike the early Christians and the MethoTill a fat fellow took it—no mistake. dists, they never adopted the name given ('Twas natural-like that I should dream of them in hatred and derision. Society of fish,

Friends is the gentle and attractive title As hounds of meat upon a greasy dish). which they first adopted, and by which they He hugged the hook, and then his blood did are still known in legal documents.

Not far from the time when the noted His plunges bent my reed like any bow: division in the Presbyterian Church took I stretched both arms, and had a pretty bout place into Old and New-schools, there was a To take, with hook so weak, a fish so stout. split, because of doctrinal differences in some I gently warned him of the wound he bore, of the yearly meetings of the Friends. ConHa! will you prick me? you'll be pricked siderable objection was made to the preaching much more."

of John Hicks, as not being in accordance But when he struggled not, I drew him in. with the Scriptures and the old testimonies The contest then I saw myself did win. of Friends. He seemed to be preaching I landed him, a fish compact of gold! another gospel, insisting much on But then, a sndden fear my inind did hold morality, upholding Christ as our example, Lest King Poseidon made it his delight, while he studiously avoided the cardinal Or it was Amphitrite's favorite.

doctrines of repentance, the new birth, I loosed him gently from the hook, for fear Christ's divinity, and his death as a satisfacIt from his mouth some precious gold might tion for our sins. He now and then used tear,

expressions and indulged in language which And with my line I safely towed him home, led his hearers to believe that he did not And swore that I on sea no more would hold to these doctrines. Many who had roam;

heard and known him, defended him; many But ever after would remain on land, preachers had imbibed his doctrines and And there my gold, like any king, command. went here and there disseminating the perAt this I woke. Your wits, good friend, nicious innovations. Finally came the sepaawaken,

ration; those walking in the old paths and For much I fear to break the oath I've taken. holding the old testimonies were known as


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Orthodox, while the others, defending John In church government the Hicksites are Hicks, received the title of Hicksites. It is democratic. They have their preparatory true, that many who still believed that meeting, belonging to each place of worship Christ is God, and that his death is a true and in regular order up—the monthly, satisfaction for the sins of his people, went quarterly and yearly meetings—but no out with the Hicksites, because they thought representatives are sent; each member is their leader should still be allowed to pro- entitled to a seat in the highest court of mulgate his opinions, and that the utmost the church. The higher has entire jurisdicliberty should be granted to all. I will not | tion over the lower. deny that there were many subterfuges re- While the Orthodox are nearly as rigid sorted to by the liberal party to hide their as ever in discipline, the Hicksites, as might opinions, or at least to make them appear as be supposed from their latitudinarianism in harmless and as much like the orthodox as doctrine, are becoming more and more lax. possible. But in this respect they only re- They did not discipline the members who peat history; the heretical party has always engaged in the late war, though they hold, . endeavored to fortify itself in the bosom of theoretically, strong peace doctrines. Nor the Ortbodox church under false pretences. will they always disown those who choose

Since that day the Hicksites have been to become married to any one of another diverging more and more. A few of them, persuasion, even though joined in wedlock the old stock—still dress in broad-brims, by a "hireling minister.” scoop bonnets, and plain-cut garments of the As they have no outward sacraments, drab hue, but the rising generation has been there is no ceremonial of admission; those gradually shedding the old coat and putting whose parents are both members are, ipso out a more stylish and variegated plumage. facto, full members from their birth. Others Gay birds many of them now are. In are voted in. Notwithstanding their care times gone by, when any one was a little to preserve their own, they do not increase, awkward in the terpsichorean art, he was and in some places are dying out. There said to have a Quaker foot; but now, should are meeting houses where once large crowds any young amateur display especial aptitude collected to doze the hour away or to hear in that direction, he is said to dance like worn-out truths, trite sayings, as well as a Hicksite Quaker. In many minds the new-fangled hobbies droned out in a singQuaker lingo, or Friends' language, is asso- song monotone, with now and then a minor ciated with all that is sweet, winning and cadence. Now the trees, grown large, hide modest; but when you have been soundly the old buildings, fast falling into decay, and scolded, as I have, in the "thy, thee, fourth the congregations meet no more. Where and sixth-day parlance," you will find the are they? Some sleep beneath the rank sweetness vanishing into thin air, and feel overgrown grass in the graveyard hard by, that "distance lends enchantment to the their resting places unmarked, according to view." The forms of a religion will remain the stern simplicity of their fathers, save by long after the spirit is dead; so in some a little mound, and here and there a low localities, your ear may be shocked by pro- rude stone. Others do not think it worth fanity mingled with "thee," or you may be while to go so far to sleep, or to hear what beguiled into security by "thy," as my wife they have heard a hundred times before; it has been by the butcher, while he was play. is more comfortable to take the nap at home. ing a gouge game before her eyes.

They who had any life in them were atI have seen John approach a blooming tracted from the dead issues of the past by miss of recent acquaintance, and say, "Mary, the various "isms" of the day. Brought up may I claim thy band for the next dance ?" without proper religious instruction, unacAnd Mary, never missing the Miss, responds quainted often with the most familiar truths with girlish affectation, “ Yes, John, thee of the Bible, spiritualism made terrible may;" and in a few moments they whirl by inroads in their ranks. Strong intellects in the luscious waltz.

were bowed, and wise men gave heed to the


silly ravings of sick brains. Some are still so well as their author, should write more besotted in their superstitions; others, frequently : waking up to a knowledge of their folly,

STRENGTH FOR THE DAY. have plunged into skepticism, and a few lost themselves in the dreariest atheism. I know of no communities where the sound The morning breaks in clouds, the rain is of the gospel makes less impression, even in

falling, the way of rousing opposition, than in one

And on my pillow still I sigh for rest; of these where the dry stubble of Hicksite

But yet I hear so many voices calling Quakerism has been burnt over by the

To work, by which my burdened soul is withering flame of spiritualism. The com

pressed, mon people have given their estimate of its

That I can only pray, character in the name they give: instead of Hicksite Quaker, they call a man of this

Strength for the day.sect a "Hickory Quaker,” a term which 'Tis less a prayer of faith than weak repinimplies a conscience so tough in consequence

ing, of a life spent in open disregard of religious

For with the words there comes no hope, duties and the moral law, that the most

no light! withering denunciatiocs of sin never rufile

On other lives a morning sun is shining, its composure, nor even move a ripple on

While mine seems but a change from night its surface.

G. W.

to night ;

So while I weep, I pray, It is an old maxim, that

"the more we

"Strength for the day." notice providences, the more we shall find providences to notice." And so, if we trust It seems so hard to walk in constant shadow, in the Lord, we find it in our own expe

Climbing with weary feet an uphill road; rience;

and find, too, that the providence ful. That while my weak heart dreads each comfils the promise, “that all things shall work

ing morrow, together for good to them that love God." We And I once more take up the heavy load, are often anxious for the future ; but if we

Desponding still, I pray, obey the injunction, take no thought for "Strength for the day." your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink," we find that God gives us, day by day, our daily bread. If we are not anxious Now looking backward, to the long hours "for the body, what we shall put on," we ended, find that He who clothes the lily with I wonder why I feared them as they came; beauty, " will much more clothe us,” though Each brought the strength on which its task we have but little faith. And so, when we depended, are pressed with the burdens and cares of And so my prayer was answered, just the life, though our faith, at times, seems ready to fail, yet we are often-nay, always taught,

Now, with new faith, I pray, by our own experience, that was our day

Strength for each day." is, so our strength shall be;" that the “divine strength is sufficient for us," and " is For in the one just closed, I've learned how made perfect" even "in our weakness," if truly we do but look to it and rely upon it. This God gives us help according to our need; thought is beautifully expressed in the lines Sufficient for each hour it cometh newly, that follow, which are so full of encourage- If we but follow where His teachings ment and comfort to the desponding and lead, weary, that we gladly bring them to the Believing, when we pray, notice of our readers. One who can write

Strength for the day.

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