THE YOUTHS' MAGAZINE; OR, EVANGELICAL MISCELLANY. OCTOBER, 1845. TO MY DORMOUSE, (In his cage.) ROUND, and round, and round again! Merry little ranger! In that wiry prison pent, Though thy lonely day be spent, Thou art happy and content, To be free from danger. Would that mortals knew so well Needful strength possessing. Be thy life one giddy whirl- Whilst a like pursuit he plies, Wasting all his energies On a round as fruitless. U Cling and swing, and rattle on, Though an exile from thy nest, Through the joyous summer. Where the mossy oaks are spread, Coming there, or going. Care has schooled thee well; for though Changed be thy condition Joyous, and at ease thou art, Acting patiently thy part, All the bondage, and the smart O! for patience liker thine! All my path to brighten; Then, though exiled here, indeed, And to bonds and toil decreed; God supplying all my need, What, thus tended, could I plead Toil or bonds to lighten? Now that merry game is o'er, To thy rest repairing, All the luxury of sleep, Calm, oblivious, dreamless, deep, Doubting or despairing. Fickle, foolish, faithless heart! To thy rest returning, Canst thou find no sure repose Yet the cords of mortal love Change or Death may sever— But thy God who comforts thee, And, though dark the waters be, THE PARSON'S CHOICE MEMORIES. CHAP. X. THE FAITHFUL GRANDCHILD. Ir was in the humble dwelling of a country curate that the narrative was told, which I am about to present to the reader. It was related by an elderly clergyman, the vicar of a neighbouring parish; a mild and quiet man, and one to whom we had not given the credit for intelligence and piety which he richly deserved. He had seldom spoken much at our meetings, and was therefore little known in general society. Having previously told us that he was prepared with a little history, which might tend to encourage such of our party as were too impatient to gather the fruits of their endeavors before the period when, by the pleasure of the Almighty, their development was complete - he thus proceeded. "We cannot, as ministers, of the Divine word," he said, " be too forcibly impressed with this solemn truth, (and especially ought we to bring it to bear upon our minds, when we are called upon, as at this present time, to give an account of any sweet influences which seem to have proceeded from our ministry,) that the regeneration of an individual is a work as much above the power of man as the creation of a world; and that, even where man seems to have been most influential in changing and reforming an evil nature, he is no more than the pencil in the hand of a skilful artist, and has no more merit in effecting the glorious work, than belonged to the pencil of Raphael in the development of those brilliant designs for which that delineator of angels is so renowned. "It is now more than forty years since I was inducted to my present vicarage, by which appointment, as my village is withdrawn amid much wild wooded scenery from the busy thoroughfare of the world in general, I was made to understand that my destiny was a retired life, and that if I desired peace, I must endeavor to cultivate such tastes as can be gratified in simple life. “One of my principal pleasures at the commencement of my ministry, when in the full vigour of my youth, was to explore every nook and corner of my parish, which, though not populous, extends itself in various directions over a very irregular but rich surface. In the warmer seasons I used to take my Testament with me on these occasions, and often thus I studied my sermons for the ensuing Sunday. "Having one Summer morning crossed over a small elevation covered with tangled copse wood, I saw on the opposite side several neat cottages in the narrow valley below me; these cottages were so beautifully interspersed with tall trees, and the grass on the banks on each side was so fresh, and there was such a singing of birds, and bleating of sheep, together with the merry voices of happy children, that I was thoroughly delighted; and extending myself on the grass, under the shadow of a tree, I remained there some time, all the while meditating on my text, for which I was endeavoring to find parallel and elucidatory passages. "This hamlet was, I knew, in my parish; but it was so conveniently near to a neighbouring church, the spire of which peeped up from the woods of the opposite bank; that the inhabitants, especially the old and infirm, seldom got the length of their own parish church, for which, as I was well assured they heard the truth elsewhere, I saw no reason to blame them. "Whilst I lay there, meditating on my text, and being drawn thereby more and more to the fuller reception of the mighty truth which it conveyed, I saw the door of one of the neatest |