wilfully break it, and tear that asunder which "God has joined together." Meekly and pathetically the Apostle urges us to walk worthy of that calling which has the God of peace for its Author, and whose fruits are the very reverse of that temper which rends the ties of holiness, and spreads confusion, discord, and impiety around. There is but one object of all divine worship, namely, "The one God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in us all," one Redeemer, the head of His mystical body the Church; one Holy Spirit who animates and sanctifies that Church;— one baptism, one faith, and these agree in one, and are one. Beware we then of the sin of schism, which is the dividing of the body of Christ, and making it not one body, but many. Let us judge our state by the infallible proofs of the Holy Spirit, and if instead of the love, peace, meekness, and patience which should distinguish the followers of the Prince of Peace, we perceive in ourselves envy, strife, variance, and contention, leading us to bitter zeal and emulation; let us be warned at once of our danger, and turn into that path which our blessed Redeemer and his holy Apostles have set before us, the path of unity, concord, and universal good will.

In the Gospel the same lesson of humility is enforced as in the Epistle, (for pride is the source of division,) the promise of reward being given by our Saviour to the virtue, and punishment threatened to

the opposite vice. By it also we are taught through the example of Christ, to be affable, courteous and condescending to all men, even on occasions when their malice leads them to observe a contrary behaviour towards ourselves. At the same time we are instructed to have a due regard for our own safety; to be wary of the invidious snares of evil men, and to unite the wisdom of the serpent with the innocence of the dove in our intercourse with the world in general.

The Proper Morning Lesson, in harmony with the preceding, warns us against that pride which may lurk in the heart under the semblance of humility, accompanying us even in our approaches to the divine majesty, and bringing a curse and not a blessing upon the hypocrite. The Evening Lesson displays in one view the mercy and justice of God, threatening punishment to sin in the person of the offender, but sparing the guiltless connexions of the sinner; calling all, however, to repentance, and to turn to Him who is abundant in goodness, and who is ready to pardon all who truly seek His forgiveness.

EPHESIANS iv. 2.

With all lowliness, and meekness, with long suffering, forbearing one another in love.

THE martyr's crown, all bloody as it is,
And dropping tears by direst sufferings wrung,
Yet owns a charm -who wears it shall be sung
In holy song, and fair renown be his.

And sweet it is for noble hearts to die
In bloody field, their glory for their shroud,
In trust their name in history's annals proud
Shall brightly shine, or wake a nation's sigh.

Mark the pale statesman's brow, with care deep lined,

Himself debarred the joys of social ties,

Life's sympathies he yields, nor painful sighs,

If in his country's weal a tomb he find.

Behold, o'er stormy seas the sailor plough,

He heeds no tempest, nor the billows' rage,
Smiles at the winds, which all their wrath uncage,
So that posterity his daring know.

See, o'er the learned roll the student pore

Through long and sleepless nights without complaint; Though sapping life with toil, content, though faint, So praise be his when he shall be no more.

O'er dry and sterile sands, o'er steepest rocks,
Exposed to heat by day, by night to cold,
The traveller seeks new regions to unfold,
And home foregoes to live in sculptured block.

There is a wreath more difficult to win,—
One that no eye attracts, no glory gains;
Yet to acquire demands more costly pains,
Than fame, ambition's toil, or battle's din:—

The meek forbearance of another's fault,
Superior merit felt, and yet suppress'd;
Vexatious weakness doomed to see, yet rest
Contented, when we might ourselves exalt;

To feel, yet ne'er complain of folly's part;
Tame down to meanest minds our lofty soul;
In love our proudest passions to controul,
Steering our way by charity's own chart.

Saviour of men! 'tis thou, and thou alone, Who canst our spirits bow to thy command; Lead us in duty's paths by thine own hand, And let the Christian's badge in us be shown.

In mercy free us from this proud disdain

Of what in our weak fancy seemeth low;

Hear thou our prayer, for thou alone dost know,

How oft we have essayed, how oft in vain,

Spite of our will, of all thy warnings given,

To curb our haughty heart, and make it meek! Look, Lord, behold these tears our meaning speak; Grant us the love which must be born of heaven.