Six moons are his, by Herschel shown, And lo! by astronomic scan, Three stranger planets track the skies, Next Mars, Piazzi's orb is seen, Four years six months, complete his round; And gild Palermo's favored ground. Daughters of telescopic ray, Pallas and Juno, smaller spheres, Comets and fixed stars I see, With native lustre ever shine; How great! how good! how dreadful! He, Oh! may I better know his will, LESSON XXX. Incentives to devotion.-H. K. WHITE. Lo! the unlettered hind, who never knew To raise his mind excursive, to the heights Of abstract contemplation, as he sits On the green hillock by the hedge-row side, What time the insect swarms are murmuring, And marks, in silent thought, the broken clouds, That fringe, with loveliest hue, the evening sky, Feels in his soul the hand of nature rouse The thrill of gratitude, to him who formed The goodly prospect; he beholds the God Thron'd in the west; and his reposing ear Hears sounds angelic in the fitful breeze That floats through neighboring copse or fairy brake, Or lingers, playful, on the haunted stream. Go with the cotter to his winter fire, When o'er the moors the loud blast whistles shrill, And openly contemn the Lord of Hosts? That pass away and perish. Earthly things LESSON XXXI. Ode to Sickness. The following ode was written by a young lady in the north of England, who, for many years, had been oppressed with a hopeless consumption. NOT to the rosy maid, whom former hours Thou art no tyrant waving the fierce scourge Of mild though mournful mien, upon whose brow Though moist with tears, is always fixed on heaven. Yet have I known thee long, and I have felt The narrow bounds of time, and fix its hopes Mean-while, even in this transitory scene, With tears of ecstasy-such tears, perhaps, These are thy gifts, O Sickness! these to me Thou hast vouchsaf'd and taught me how to prize. Shall my soul shrink from aught thou hast ordained? Shall I e'er envy the luxurious train Along whose path Prosperity has strewed Her gilded toys? Ah! let them still pursue Those shining trifles; never shall they know Such pure and holy pleasures as await The heart refined by sufferings. Not to them Does Fancy sing her wild, romantic song; 'Tis not for them her glowing hand undraws The sacred veil that hides the angelic world. They hear not, in the music of the wind, Celestial voices, that, in whispers sweet, Call to the flowers-the young and bashful flowers! Glide through the air, and, to their harps divine, Prosperity! I court thy gifts no more, I breathe one fervent prayer; attend my strain! LESSON XXXII. Reply to the Address of a Missionary, at a Council of the Chiefs of "the Six Nations," in 1805,-by Sagnyn Whathah, alias Red Jacket.-PHILANTHROPIST. Friend and Brother! Ir was the will of the Great Spirit, that we should meet together this day. He orders all things; and has given us a fine day for our council. He has taken his garment from before the sun, and caused it to shine with brightness upon us. Our eyes are opened that we see clearly; our ears are unstopped, that we have been able to hear distinctly the words you have spoken. For all these favors we thank the Great Spirit, and him only. Brother! Listen to what we say. There was a time when our forefathers owned this great island. Their seats extended from the rising to the setting sun: the Great Spirit had made it for the use of the Indians. He had created the buffalo, the deer, and other animals for food. He had made the bear and the beaver; their skins served us for clothing. He had scattered them over the country, and taught us how to take them. He had caused the earth to produce corn for bread. All this he had done for his red children, because he loved them. If we had disputes about our hunting ground, they were generally settled without the shedding of much blood. But an evil day came upon us; your forefathers crossed the great waters, and landed on this island their numbers were small: they found us friends, and not enemies. They told us they had fled from their own country, through fear of wicked men, and had come here to enjoy their religion. They asked for a small seat; we took pity on them, and granted their request and they sat down amongst us. We gave them corn and meat, and, |