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hands; may God bless them! now, and for ever!”
Then he spoke of the future,-calmly, hopefully. He could now recognise the hand of Mercy in the discovery of his crime. Had any vague suspicion been awakened, he felt that he might have plunged still deeper into guilt; had he been cut off suddenly by any fearful accident, some rapid disease, the future would have been all darkness and horror; and now he felt that there was hope—hope even for him.
“ Yes, my poor friend,” said Walton, fervently pressing his hand, during the last evening they were to pass together on earth, “we shall meet again, I trust, where anguish, such as I now feel, will be unknown,—where tears will be wiped from off all faces.' Together they partook of the holy communion-and Cumming, exhausted by the emotions of the day, fell into a calm sleep.
With feelings of solemn awe, but not of terror, he awakened from that sleep; and after joining with Mr. Forrester in devout prayer, awaited with fortitude the last awful summons. The moment arrived, and he was conducted to a spot at a short distance from the prison. A stillness, as of death, pervaded the immense concourse gathered around the scaffold.-Not a sound was breathed, as the old man slowly advanced, and cast a farewell glance around.
Once more he beheld the bright and blessed sun, careering through the joyous sky; once more the morning air, laden with fragrance, blew freshly round his temples,—and a thought of the past, of the smiling earth, the green hills and woods, where his footsteps would tread no more, was for a moment busy; it was but for a moment.—He felt the parting pressure of the good Pastor's hand; he heard his voice in fervent and sweet solemnity, pronounce the words—“I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.” Then did this world, its joys, and woes, fade from before his eyes; and the future, with its blessed hopes, its glorious certainties, opened to his view, and calmed and sustained his parting soul.
A few minutes elapsed, and all was over- - the awful penalty claimed by human and Divine justice, was paid; and the repentant and ransomed spirit returned to the God who gave it.
PROTESTANT'S KYRIE ELEËSON.'
God! whose throne of living light
Thou, in equal Majesty,
Thou, who shar'st the Father's throne, Spirit holy, pure,
divine ! Thou, who with the' Incarnate Son, Once dwelt in mortal shrine!By the strength to sinners given! By the Book, thy victor-sword ! By the panoply of Heaven* HAVE MERCY ON us, Lord.'
Holy, holy, holy Three !
to Thee alone!
TOO OFT IN PURE RELIGION'S
BY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY, ESQ.
Too oft in pure Religion's name
Hath human blood been spilt;
To crown a deed of guilt !
Religion is not there;
Her only watch-word, Prayer !
To hide his laurel wreath ;
Will slumber in its sheath :
Though fearless they go forth;
They pray for peace on earth!