WHEN SHALL I SEEK THE LORD? the ills of life, who is destitute of true religion. Poor indeed, are the support and consolations of the world in the season of trial and distress. But the young believer has a source of adequate support and substantial happiness; the Redeemer's smiles, the promises of the gospel, and the consolations of the Spirit, will enable him to endure with submission, all the sorrows of life. Therefore piety is essential with respect to the present life. "Godliness is profitable to all things, having promise of the life that now is." Nay, while it affords a thousand pleasures now, it is the best, the only preparation for an early grave. Destitute of an interest in Christ, you are not prepared to encounter the "last enemy," not prepared to meet "the Bridegroom" at his coming. The design of all your religious advantages, is to bring you to love and serve God. The bible, christian sabbaths, gospel sermons, the throne of grace, and the prayers of pious friends, are all intended to bring you to such a state of mind; and such is the design of the pages you are now reading. Lay not this little book aside until you have sought by earnest prayer, converting grace, and have commenced the journey which conducts the soul to heaven. "Religion should our thoughts engage, And for the awful tomb." WHEN SHALL I SEEK THE LORD? ALL times are times to seek the Lord, In seeking him is great reward, If health and happiness are yours, Health may decay, and sorrow dim But seek, and you shall find in him In life to guide, in death to save, Through earth from sin, and past the grave, "THY KINGDOM COME." "THY kingdom come!" From day to day We lift our hands to God and pray; But who has ever duly weighed, Or pondered on the words he said? 66 'Thy kingdom come!" O day of joy; Then all will know and love the Lord, For God will reign, and " God is love." A PUZZLE. Can you read it, and make poetry of it? O may Love by hearts those United and mingled into Fondly so vows the keep still, one Away. . SCENES OF "OLD ENGLAND." "OLD England" has many pleasing scenes within her sea-girt shores. Her beautiful fields, and lovely orchards, and smiling gardens, and shaded green lanes, and sunny banks, and silvery brooks, and especially her old religious houses, with pointed spires rising over the gentle landscape, or the "ivy-mantled tower," surrounded by ancient trees which have cast their shadows over the remains of many generations, cannot but interest the passing traveller, and awaken recollections of by-gone ages. We do not in these remarks wish to be understood as expressing any reverence for mere buildings-it is only to their outward appearance that we refer. We do not go back to ask who erected them, and what has been done in many of them for more than a thousand years. Were we to do so, with a Bible in our hand, and compare what has been there sung and said and done with the Word of God, we might find much to disapprove, and but little to commend, for the greater part of the time they have stood. Whilst, therefore, we may admire such scenery as we have described, we would not encourage superstitious reverence for places and things. Our blessed Lord having taught us that neither in this place only, or that place only, do men worship the Father-for "God is a Spirit, and they that worship him must worship him in Spirit and in Truth." Every green sod of earth, and every drop of ocean, every ray of light, and every breath of air, belong to God, and are sacred to HIM whose temple is the Universe, and whose dwelling place is Eternity. THE SQUIRE'S PEW. BY THE LATE JANE TAYLOR. A SLANTING ray of evening light The window's gothic frame-work falls And since those trappings first were new, How many a cloudless day, To rob the velvet of its hue, Has come and pass'd away! How many a setting sun hath made That carv'd this fretted door, I ween, And now the worm hath done her part, -In days of yore (as now we call) THE SQUIRE'S PEW. All seated round in order due, On damask cushions, set in fringe, Prayer-books, with brazen hasp and hinge, Each holding in a lily hand, Responsive at the priest's command. -Now, streaming down the vaulted aisle, With hands uplifted on the breast, Long visag'd, clad in armour, he,— Set forth in order ere they died, Those mellow days are past and dim, But generations new, In regular descent from him, Have filled the stately pew; And in the same succession go, To occupy the vault below. And now, the polished, modern squire, And his gay train appear, Who duly to the hall retire, A season, every year, And fill the seats with belle and beau, |