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Christ rested upon her, and perfect love had cast out fear, and they who know the gladdening of the presence of the Comforter,
“ The Fountain and the Living Spring
Of joy celestial !
The Unction spiritual !”. will not greatly marvel at the heavenly consolations which made one weak in herself as we are weak, subject to like passions as we are, joyful in tribulation, more joyfully triumphant upon that bed of agony, though a spectacle of shame and sorrow, than ever en
empress was upon the throne of the Cæsars ! Nay, it would seem indeed that never did others covet to add jewel to jewel, as the martyrs coveted fresh torments by which they might bear fresh witness for their LORD. “Look,” said one of old, “as many wounds as ye have made in my flesh, so many mouths have ye opened me wherewith to praise my Lord;" and we are told of another, a poor Christian slave whose mistress, (herself a Christian and a martyr) had feared for her the severity of the torment, because of the weakness of her body; that in the midst of torments, any one of which, her torturers confessed, seemed sufficient to despatch her, she recovered fresh vigour in the act of confessing CHRIST, and to say, “ I am a Christian," was an evident refreshment, support, and annihilation of all her pains; and so it was with Theodata, until the judge, shamed by her endurance, and weary of tormenting, ordered her to be taken off the rack, and led away to be stoned. They led her accordingly out of the city, and during her martyrdom she was heard to pray, “O Christ, Thou Who didst show favour unto Rahab the harlot, and didst receive the penitent thief, so turn not Thy mercy from me.” And thus in penitence and steadfast hope, the blessed martyr fell asleep, in the year of our Lord 318.
And if such were the works meet for repentance in the case of the heathen, what should be, and what by the grace of God yet shall be, the works meet for the repentance of the Baptized, to whom the word is spoken, “ As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten; be zealous therefore and repent ?”
They who flatter themselves with hopes that how carelessly or wickedly soever they live, they shall be able upon a death-bed to do all which is necessary to fit and qualify them. selves for eternal life, cannot believe what our Saviour says of the straitness and narrowness of the way to heaven; for if a death-bed repentance be a way which will certainly bring them to heaven, we cannot desire a shorter or an easier way than that is.-Bp. BLACKALL.
THE EPISTLE TO PAILEMON.-We
observe from this Epistle, that an opportunity of doing a good turn to another (how mean soever it may be) as to soul or body, is a most Christian apostolical practice. How careful was S. Paul, first to convert this vagabond servant, and then restore him to his master's favour. Secondly, that it is the duty of a master to forgive, and be reconciled to an inju. rious and negligent servant, on his repentance, submission, and refor. mation.-COLLYER, SACRED INTERPRETER.
THE OLD CHURCH CLOCK.* A COUNTRY village, with the neighbourhood around, presents a series of pictures to the eye and to the heart; and a spirit of thankfulness to God enables us to turn these pictures to the greatest advantages. When we go forth in this spirit, the night is peaceful and the day delightful to the contemplative Christian, the mountains and the hills seem to break forth inio singing, and the trees of the field to clap their hands. (Isa. lv. 12.)
The Old Church Clock struck one, and all was still. The people of the village were asleep. The moon was shining, and a thousand stars were in the sky. Silence was abroad with peace, and lusty labour was stretching on his pallet of refreshing repose. Sleep is the friend of the poor. “The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much : but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.” (Eccl. v. 12.)
The Old Church Clock struck two. The dew lay thick upon the grass, the nightingale sang in the wood, and the glow-worm shone
The mole turned up the earth in the meadow. A mist was on the face of the brook. A rushlight was burning in the bed-room of old Jenny Deanes, the clerk's wife : her days were nearly numbered. “ Čast me not off, O God, in the time of old age ; fors me not when my strength faileth.” (Psa. Ixxi. 9.)
The Old Church Clock struck three. Hares and rabbits were * We are indebted to the courtesy of Messrs. Simms and Dinham, the publishers of Canon Parkinson's “Old Church Clock," for this engraving.
upon the bank.
running about at the skirts of the coppice, and the fox was still prowling round the poultry-yard. It was the grey of the morning, and the air felt chilly. The cows were lying down on the grass, and old Dinger, the cart-horse, was standing by the hovel dozing. The black and the tabby cat ran along the top of the garden-wall, and Jowler was curled up in his kennel. Night is a time for meditation. Oh that we could all say, “I have remembered Thy name, O Lord, in the night, and have kept Thy law.” (Psalm cxix. 55.)
The Old Church Clock struck four, and the sun was rising in the east. Brighter and brighter grew the sky, till the fiery beams could not be looked upon. The twitter of the swallow was heard. The lark was in the air, Auttering her wings, and warbling as if wild with joy. “ Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the
sun;" and if it put us more in mind than it does of the Sun of Righteousness, it would be far better ; for “the LORD God is a sun and shield : the LORD will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.” (Psa. lxxxiv. 11.)
The Old Church Clock struck five. The jackdaws were cawing round the spire. The snowy blossoms of the hawthorn lay thick upon the ground beneath the bush. The chattering magpie, with her long tail and waving wings, flew from the meadow to her nest in the ash tree. The mole-catcher went abroad to his traps, and the shepherd counted his sheep on the hills. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures : He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.” (Psa. xxiii. 1-3.)
The Old Church Clock struck six. The birds were singing in every bush, the bees and the butterflies were winging their way from flower to flower, and the milkmaid, as she milked her cows in the meadow, carolled blithely. The smoke curled up from the farm-house and cottage chimneys. How sweet is the breath of morn! how pleasant the voice of joy! “ The Lord is good to all: and His tender mercies are over all His works.” (Psa. cxlv. 9.) He maketh “the outgoings of the morning and the evening to rejoice.” (Psa. Ixv. 8.)
The Old Church Clock struck seven, and the mower was heard whetting his scythe. The farmer mounted his horse to ride to market. The kite hovered over the pigeon-house till Robert ran out with his gun. The morning breeze was perfumed with the bean and clover blossoms. The water-lily, both yellow and white, besprinkled Pike Pool with gold and silver. "“ My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up.” (Psa. v. 3.)
The Old Church Clock struck eight. The horses were slowly walking along the furrows at plough, and the shrill whistle of the ploughboy was accompanied by the crack of his whip. The squirrel vaulted lightly from one bough of the oak tree to another. The corn-crake was heard in the mowing grass, and the chattering jay in the adjoining wood. How wondrous is the creation God has formed! “All things were made by Him; and without Him was not anything made that was made." (S. John i. 3.)
The Old Church Clock struck nine. The cattle were grazing in the meadow, the lambs were racing and frisking about in the knolly field. Betty was returning to her cottage with a pail of water on her head, which she had fetched from the brook, and the boys and girls went into the village school. “ Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it." (Prov. xxii. 6.)
The Old Church Clock struck ten. The hay-makers were busy in the field, the gnats were dancing in the sun, Harry-long-legs capered among the rushes by the pond, the dragon-fly skimmed swiftly along the water of the brook. The sexton stood in the churchyard with a spade and a mattock on his shoulder. The old clerk walked to the church porch with the big keys in his hand, and the shadow of the sun-dial stood on the stroke of ten. “Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.” (Psa. cxliv. 7.)
The Old Church Clock struck eleven. The loaded wagon, piled up hugely, left the hay-field. The geese cackled loudly as they fled along the common to the pool. Peggy Barton's donkeys browzed on the thistles in the ditch, and three mothers were talking together about the infants who were smiling in their arms. How striking are the words of Holy Writ! “ Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb ? Yea, they may forget, yet will not I forget thee.” (Isa. xlix. 15.)
The Old Church Clock struck twelve. The sun was high up in the sky. The labourers were under the hedge eating their dinners. The horses switched their long tails to keep off the flies. The man at the turnpike swung back the gate for a carriage that drove up to the hall, and the kind Minister crossed the grave-yard by the narrow path to pay a visit to poor old Jenny Deanes. “ It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting.” (Eccles, vii. 2.)
The Old Church Clock struck one. The rooks and crows almost covered the fields that had been lately ploughed. The pigeons were wheeling in rapid fight round the barns and pigeonhouse. Clumps of small silvery clouds were seen in the western sky, and a man passed up the village playing the barrel organ. The wind had risen, and the sails of the windmill on the hill were turning rapidly, to grind the corn into flour for bread. “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.” (S. Matt. iv. 4.)
The Old Church Clock struck two. The fish leaped up in the brook, and the angler threw the fly at the end of his line lightly on the surface of the water. The humble-bee crept up the purple bells of the fox-glove. The water rat plunged into the moat. The turkeys gabbled in the rick-yard. The peacock screamed from the front court wall, and the sun poured his golden beams through a hole in the clouds. When the sun shall be blotted from the skies, disciple of the REDEEMER, " the LORD shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.” (Isa. lx. 19.)
The Old Church Clock struck three. The bell in the belfry tolled for a funeral. The purple heath that bloomed on the com-mon hill looked beautiful. A pedlar went round to the farm-house back-door with his box, and Betty bought a pair of gilt ear-rings, persuaded that they were gold, though her mistress would not allow her to wear them. How much better than an ornament of gold is "the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.” (1 S. Pet. iii. 4.)
The Old Church Clock struck four. The cattle were seen drinking at the brook. The mourners in the churchyard gathered around the grave, and the Minister in his wh surplice read the solemn service for the dead. “ Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not." (Job xiv. 1, 2.) How encouraging are the words of the Saviour, "I am the resurrection and the life, He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die.” (S. John ii. 25, 26.)
The Old Church Clock struck five, and again the song of the milkmaid rose up from the valley. The horses were brought home from the plough-field. The sexton was busy filling up a grave. A cloud of gnats rose and fell by the honeysuckle bower, and the children burst out from the village school with wild delight. Happy childhood. “Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.” (Eccles. xii. 1.)
The Old Church Clock struck six. The pigs poked their way through the garden hedge. The mowers returned slowly from their labour, carrying their scythes upon their shoulders. The gipsies were boiling their kettle by their tents at the entrance of the wood. Roger closed up the big barn doors, and Robert took into the house the key of the granary. “ Honour the Lord with thy substance,” farmer, “and with the first-fruits of all thine increase : so shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine." (Prov. iii. 9, 10.)
The Old Church Clock struck seven. The fowls were going to roost in the poultry-yard. The rooks fled very high in the air over the valley and brook, on their way to the rookery in the tall elm