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it is armed as potently for evil as for good. The boys in the street, catches some profane excase of Saul of Tarsus shows that when badly pression from their lips, and brings it home educated, there is no act of wrong or violence with him into the nursery. His mother hears to which it may not prompt.

it with grief and astonishment, and at once sets It becomes a practical question, therefore, of before him the great sin of taking God's holy the highest concernment, how the conscience name in vain. Besides, he went out when she should be educated, and how early the process had forbidden him. Here is another sin, which ought to be commenced. It should begin just she knows how to make stare him in the face; as early as the child becomes capable of distin. and having done this, she enlarges upon the guishing between right and wrong. It may be danger of associating with such wicked coma few months earlier in one than another, but if panions. He sees the wrong in each of these parents were more watchful and conscientious particulars, and the emotion or feeling of blamethemselves, I think they would discern the worthiness instantly follows. His conscience nascent developments of conscience in their condemns him, and he resolves to do so no children much sooner than they commonly do. more. This is the effect of another lesson in It is impossible to estimate how much is lost the educational process. by delay. In the majority of cases, the moral 1 Thus his pious parents watch over him educational process might be far advanced be- | through every stage of his childish and youthfore it is even begun. The child might be made ful progress. This keeps his conscience ento see and feel that this action or emotion to lightened and tender. Having been accuswhich it is prompted is right, and the opposite tomed from his earliest remembrance to consult wrong, when scarcely beginning to prattle in and obey its dictates, or in other words, to be its mother's arms. I need not add that the governed by the consciousness of right and earliest moral and religious impressions are the wrong, it becomes a habit with him as well as deepest and most abiding.

a principle, and shields him from a thousand How, then, or by what process, is the con dangers. science to be most successfully educated ? To In this all-important process of moral educasimplify the answer as much as possible, let us tion, (for I am supposing what ought to be,) take a child in the very first stage of moral the parents are aided by teachers in every stage susceptibility, and begin. The first element of of their son's literary education, from the comconscience, as I have shown, is purely an mon and Sabbath school, up to the college and intellectual state, commonly called judgment.l professional seminary. No pains are spared to The second is an emotion or feeling which keep his conscience enlightened, to keep it spontaneously springs up in accordance with quick, to keep it pure. Thus armed, thus that judgment. The first thing, therefore, is to habituated to consult and obey its dictates, he pour in the light of truth upon the child's mind. enters upon the stage of life, he gains the conRight and wrong are so diametrically opposite fidence of all who know him, and under every in their natures, that he can be made to see the vicissitude of this changing world, enjoys that difference almost as soon as he can see any inward tranquillity which nothing short of a thing. He has snatched a toy from the hand good and well-educated conscience can give. of his little playmate, intending to appropriate it Now what is true in the case of one indito himself. This is wrong, and with suitable vidual thus educated from early childhood, if pains he can be made to feel it. This feeling, such an one can be found, would be true in all the moment it springs up, is an exercise of con other cases, with those rare exceptions to which science, and this is the first lesson in its educa every general rule is liable, if parents and tion. Again : the child has yielded to tempta teachers would do their whole duty in this tion, and told a lie. This, even in a child, is a branch of education. “ Just as the twig is bent grievous sin, and he must be convinced of it. | the tree's inclined;" or to cite an infinitely He can be convinced of it. God has so made higher authority, “ Train up a child in the way him that he can see the wrong, and as soon as he should go, and when he is old he will not he sees it his heart will condemn him; he can depart from it.” not help it. This self-condemnation is an exer I do not forget those disturbing forces and cise of conscience, prompted by the second strong counteracting biases which lie in the educational lesson.

way. I do not forget that any one, however Again: the same child, playing with wicked | religiously educated, can, if he pleases, violate

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the dictates of his conscience, nor that no hu- | cipline. All the training in the world by parents man power can make a child love that which and teachers, without this moral self-culture, is right and good, however clearly he may be would be unavailing. As God is the only Lord made to see it. I know, alas! that the heart of conscience, so the individual himself, and he may rebel against the best educated conscience, alone, can keep it always awake and in healthy and that it often does, with fatal success; but I action. know, too, that there is a power which can Yes, reader, you must put your own conbring the moral affections into harmony with science to school, and the earlier the better. the dictates of conscience, and that parents and Keep it enlightened ; keep it tender ; encourage teachers have the greatest encouragement from it to speak out boldly when its promptings are the word of God to hope and expect that, rely most crossing to your inclinations, and always ing upon the divine blessing, their faithfulness obey its dictates. In this way, and in this way will be crowned with success. Let them, | alone, you will form that habit of moral control therefore, spare no pains, looking up all the which is so essential to true peace of mind, and while to Heaven for aid in educating the con to the highest standing in the opinion of all good sciences of those whom Providence may put men. under their care. It will infinitely more than Let me not, however, be misunderstood. I repay all the labor and watchfulness that it do not say that any enlightenment, any educacosts.

tion, any discipline of conscience, can be subBut let no one who is old enough to look at stituted for holiness of heart, or is certain to the subject suppose that he himself has little turn the heart from the love of sin to the love or nothing to do in the education of his con of God. His spirit alone can produce such a science. There is a sense in which every change. The best educated conscience can person is self-educated who is educated at all. only tell you what is right, and urge you to its Teachers may guide and help him, but after all performance. It cannot compel you contrary to they can do, he has the hardest of the work your governing inclinations. It cannot make to do himself. This is true in every branch of you love that which you hate, nor hate that education, physical, intellectual, and, moral. It which you love. But though a well-educated is no less so with regard to the conscience than conscience is not that "holiness without which any other faculty. Each individual must de- no man can see the Lord," nor a substitute for termine that he will maintain a conscience void it, it is pleasing to God, in itself considered, and of offence, both towards God and towards man, brings its possessor nearer to the kingdom of by keeping it enlightened and invariably fol heaven than any other mere moral discipline lowing its dictates. This, if the heart were can. Nothing is so much to be dreaded as a only right, would be easy; but how hard it is neglected, badly educated, or seared conscience. uniformly to act up to the standard of the gold- | Nothing puts one in so great peril. He is like en rule and the convictions of duty where pres a ship without compass or rudder, drifting beent advantage and depraved inclinations stand fore a hurricane upon a lee shore. Nothing in the way, those best know who have long short of a miracle of grace can save him from subjected themselves to the severest moral dis- being lost for time and eternity.


LIGHT-BEARING summer rides

Fresh o'er the plain;
Brightly the billow glides

Up from the main;
Gaily the wakened bird

Warbles at morn;
Nature's full song is heard-

Beauty is born.

Green are the maple bowers :

Each waving leaf
Smiles to the scented flowers,

Waking from grief;
Flora's rich gifts of bloom

Deck e’en the shorn.
Speak not of winter's gloom-

Beauty is born. E. F. ADAMS.




A QUIET little nook was that country village, with its winding road striped with lines of grass, seldom if ever disturbed by the passing of any other vehicle than the simple wagon of the farmer as he journeyed to or from the nearest market town. And calm and quiet were the low-roofed cottages that seemed to have fallen asleep upon the grassy sward, around which scarce a sound but the monotonous hum of the bee broke upon the stillness of the summer air. It was June—bright, glorious June, with its wealth of roses, and its soft, silvery nights ; when the last spring beauties glow with a rich, warm hue, ere yet thu more gaudy colors of summer have usurped their place, and the southern breeze comes laden with the perfume of a tropical clime.

A group were yathered in a field not far from the pretty parsonage. Old men were there, whose hair was silvered over with the frosts of many winters, and whose tottering steps seemed fast leaning to the grave. There were brighteyed matrons with bowed heads, and low, whispering voices; and the sunny curls of childhood, with its round, glowing cheek laid lov. ingly against the wrinkled face of age, and its dimpled hands wandering amid the thin gray locks. The little flock of Woodside were gathered around their minister to lay the cornerstone of the first church that arose in that humble village. Hitherto their meetings had been held at the parsonage, or in the room of some willing member. They had changed about from place to place, for the people of Woodside were poor ; they had never heard of churches with glowing crimson cushions, and pillars covered with gilding, where the light comes soft and subdued through richly-stained windows, and sermons, never meant for the poor, fall soothingly on the hearts of those who can afford to pay for them. They were a plain and stern people ; perhaps mingling with their religion too much of puritanical harshnesstoo little disposed to seek enjoyment in the humble events of their quiet life, or the glorious

teachings of the wood and stream, the sunset's golden halo, or the pale, still beauty of even. But theirs was the right path, though they stopped not to cull the flowers that bloomed beside it.

Long self-denial, and frequent addings to their little hoard, had increased it so that now they were able to erect a house of worship. With glad hearts they clustered around their pastor, who had borne with them through many weary seasons, even as a father bears with his children—who had toiled unwearied through the numerous hardships that attended their first efforts. No murmur or word of complaint had passed his lips; ever ready to soothe and comfort others, while scarcely a soothing or encouraging word fell upon his own ear. There is something inexpressibly solemn in the laying of a corner-stone ; to reflect that while the yet unfinished edifice resounds with the steps of breathing life, and the voices of another generation, we shall be sleeping that sleep which knows no awakening save in another world; that when from its crumbling foundations are raised the names of those who witnessed the laying of the firmly imbedded stone, the hands that traced them will be mouldering in the dust.

The minister spoke of these things, and a solemn awe crept into the hearts of his hearers. “We may indeed,” said he, “ first lay the hand to this good work, but we know not the end. We cannot gaze forward into the shadowy future, and read what is there inscribed. Many,” he continued, with faltering voice, “ many may have passed from this earthly life, when the first anthem of praise shall swell upward from the temple we are now erecting.” Here every eye was turned on old Mary Elton, who had long passed ihe allotted age of man; and as she heard the words she bowed her

trembling head, and cast those aged eyes on | the foundation of that building which she never

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and the family circle was a quiet and a solemn, him once more, to feel his hand upon my brow one, as they mused on the trembling voice of as in times of old, for he was my father ! Nottheir pastor, and called to mind the paleness of withstanding all his harshness I loved him ; his brow, and the sharpened features-sharp and when I am gone, you must go to him, ened by toil and care.

Anna, and he will love you and the little ones He too mused, but it was of the past. as he loved me. He will not refuse- ". Slowly and distinctly rose up those many There was a low, convulsive sob of agony, and images; they were shadows that hung about the dying man started as the sound fell upon his path and darkened ever bis clouded way. his ear: "My poor, poor Anna!” They showed him a boy with clustering locks Footsteps were coming up the little gravelled and happy, careless face, whose laugh burst walk in front of the house. Slowly and revforth in clear, ringing tones, as an ambitious erently the two elders shut the small wicketfather told him of future greatness and count gate, for a solemn quiet was round the house of less honors--of talents that would shine splen-' death. Sabbath after Sabbath had their gray didly forth upon the great world, and wealth heads bowed in prayer, while their hearts echthat should all be his. Then they showed him oed to the words that fell from lips soon to be a youth who set out upon a journey to pursue closed in death. The world was passing from a delusive phantom, and lo! in the deceitful them, and little had they thought that he would chase he found a priceless pearl which he go before them ; for the hair that shaded his placed within his bosom. But there were those brow was not yet streaked with silver, although whose eyes were blinded; who, instead of a l care and suffering had stolen from it the lustre precious stone, saw only a common pebble, and of early youth. Solemnly they entered the they laughed and jeered at him for treasuring chamber of sickness, and stood by his bedside. the worthless thing. Then he held it up to the Tomorrow would be the Sabbath- and the light, and it was pure and faultless, and he little church was visible from the half-closed flung it not aside. Then came the father--he windows. Not yet had its empty walls been too saw it with blinded eyes, and commanded consecrated by the voice of worship; and while the wayward youth to give up his foolish | others, like worthless weeds, remained, he, their pebble, and pursue the glorious journey. But prop and dependence, was passing from them. a voice was in his pearl, and it whispered: What would become of the little flock when he - Thou shalt give up father and inother for my was gone? Who would so piously, faithfully sake;" and he was a wanderer from his father's fulll his charge as he had done? We cannot house.

see the full reality of a thing that blots, as it

were, the sunshine of our existence, until its PART II.

fearful presence leaves no room for doubt; and

still the people of Woodside hoped on, deluding "Put back the curtains, Anna, that I may themselves from day to day. gaze upon the sunset once more. How glo But the elders saw that an icy hand was laid rious are its purple clouds fading to the soft upon his brow; they saw the life-blood pale as rose-tint, and anon glowing with those floods of it coursed through the shrunken veins, and liquid gold! Pure and lovingly gleams forth beheld the dim and fading eye. He bade them

that haven of rest to which my weary soul is | come closer-still closer, for he saw them not; · hastening.” Pressing resolutely back to their and when with stifled voice they said, “ We are

source the scalding tears that trembled in her here,” he answered, “It is well.” There was eyes, the fair and noble-minded wise rose from a solemn pause--Do sound arose in the little the bedside where she had sat for hours with chamber, and the sick man lay with closed? her hand locked in his, listening to that low eyes, while awe-stricken, they gazed at each and fluttering breath, and drew aside the snowy other, fearful that the spirit had passed from curtains, and calmly put back the clustering earth. roses that twined about the casement. She But the end was not yet ; rousing himself shed no tears, but her heart was breaking. | with a strong effort, he said : " My friends, She arranged the pillows around the dying when the corner-stone of that church was laid, man, and then bent down low, very low, to I told you that some then present might never catch his faltering words: “I had hoped to see see the finished pile. There were those whose

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weight of years seemed bearing them to the deep line; and his last wish was granted—be grave; and I believed that many of them would once more laid his head on his father's breast. not be spared till now. But they are here--all The proud man had returned to his desolate here, while I am hastening from you. I am home with his heart full of anger against the ready for the journey--it has no fears for me, disobedient son who forsook him, and chose a but I looked not for so speedy a summons. life of poverty and toil for the sake of his foolWho among you will stand in my place?" The ish whim. But as time wore on the haughty elders were silent; they dared not take upon spirit was subdued, and he resolved to seek themselves so great a responsibility. They felt the jewel he had once despised. He sought that they were unfit to assume the place of the earnestly and found it; and to the eye of faith dying man, who through sickness and agony it looked pure and bright. But he had lost his had preserved a high and noble feeling, losing son-banished him by his own harshness and all thoughts of self in his care for others. But cruelty ; he set out on the second journey with placing a hand upon the head of each, he a chastened spirit, and again clasped the wan. continued in a solemn and impressive voice: derer to his bosom. But the dying pastor “ Unto you I bequeath the flock over whom I forgot not the companion of his clouded life; have so long watched and prayed. "Tis a placing her hand in that of his father, he gazed holy trust. Oh! may you guard it well!" tenderly upon them both-and soon after was When the elders left the bedside of their pastor at peace. He slept at last; how beautiful was there was a light within their hearts--the light the high, pale brow, which even Death could of high and purifying thought; and passing not mar, and the face on which a bright smile into the lonely forest where the golden sunset rested! They came, a sad and weeping group, was fast fading into even, they communed to to gaze upon him once more. Again and gether upon their solemn trust.

again was the white cloth lifted to take a last It was the Sabbath morn, and all was quiet look at those pale, calm features, that seemed around the little parsonage. There is a hushed | so cold and quiet, with the hands folded on the and holy beauty in the Sabbath morn of sum bosom, and the eyes closed forever. Old Mary mer, while the dew still sparkles on the bended Elton was there; and as she gazed upon the flowers, and trembles like threaded pearls upon lifeless body she asked herself why he had the blades of grass--when the notes of the been taken while she was still left; he, whose forest songsters, or the hum of distant worship life was valuable to all, while none would mourn pers, is the only sound that breaks the stillness.

her loss. Slowly the little party of mourners The voices of the assembled congregation fell wound along by the glancing stream with the upon the sufferer's ear, blending together in a body of him whom they had loved. There was solemn strain. He listened to the well-known a gray-haired man, who, pushing aside those tones till they died away in silence, and then that crowded around, stood alone by the solitary he knew they were at prayer. He covered his grave. He gazed with a tearless eye as the face with his hands to join with them for the first shovel-full of earth fell upon the coffin, last time; and as the words died upon his lips and seemed striving with some painful emotion. he fell into a sweet and refreshing slumber. Long after the others had departed stood the The old clock moved quickly on--his hour of solitary watcher, till the first pale star gleamed life was waning; but still by the bedside sat out amid the twilight. He returned to his that faithful watcher.

cheerless home with the widow and her orWhen he awoke there was a sound of sob phans. Together they would speak of the bing in the little room--not low and stifled like dead as of a sweet vision that had glanced suppressed grief, but the voice of a strong upon their path ; and the memory of his virtues man's agony. He recognized the haughty | dwelt ever within their hearts. brow on which Time had furrowed many a

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