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an ordinary education. The patriotic and enlightened statesman will provide for the material wants and honour of his country; he will develope every latent and hidden power which can promote universal peace and prosperity; and he will not withhold from the young of his nation that knowledge which, as a mental implement of inestimable value, shall enable its possessor to work his way through life, to become a profitable contributor to the stores in the general hive of industry, and to place himself among the independent and virtuous subjects of a great empire.

PRAYER.

BE not afraid to pray-to pray is right,
Pray, if thou canst with hope ; but ever pray,
Though hope be weak, or sick with long delay;
Pray in the darkness if there be no light.
Far is the time, remote from human sight,
When war and discord on the earth shall cease ;
Yet every prayer for universal peace
Avails the blessed time to expedite.
Whate'er is good to wish, ask that of heaven,
Though it be what thou canst not hope to see ;
Pray to be perfect, though material leaven
Forbid the spirit so on earth to be.
But if for any wish thou dar'st not pray,
Then pray to God to cast that wish away.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE.

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(Delivered in the Literary Institution, Preston, and elsewhere.]

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Ove hero for to-night was a Roman Catholic-moreover, a Monk. At the same time, strange as it may sound to ultra-Protestant ears, he was an honest and godly man. It would be a great injustice to measure him by the standard of the nineteenth century. Since his day, Europe has had 700 years to make progress in; and if men are not by this time in every way better than they were then, it is a reproach and shame to them. Take away from the boastful youth the knowledge which was impossible in the twelfth century; the privileges that were not then within the reach of any,—the free press, the many books, and the equal laws which date their origin only a few years back; strip him of every thing that could not have been his, had he been the contemporary

of Bernard, -and he would be compelled to admit that, considering the age in which he lived, Saint Bernard must be ranked among the greatest and the best of men. I make this remark, that it bered that our hero's lot was cast upon days to ours, and that he struggled with difficulties to which happily we are strangers.

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In the last decade of the eleventh century, and in the fortress home of one of the noble and war-loving knights of Burgundy, Bernard was born. Burgundy, now one of the departments or provinces of the French empire, was at that time an independent dukedom, with an army of its own; in which army Bernard's father spent the greatest part of his life, seeking fame at the point of the sword, and revelling in the turbulent soldier-life of that age. The result was, that Bernard was left entirely to his mother's

She made him. How many men of mark have owed their greatness to their mothers! The Roman matron formed her boy for endurance and command; and he became invincible on the field of battle, and a power in the senate. Napoleon's mother inspired him with ambition; and he became the first warrior of his day. Mothers ever make or mar their sons. As they bend them, so the twigs grow. And if their roots strike deep, and take firm hold of the soil, if they shoot up

full of verdure and fruitfulness, to maternal culture it must, in a great measure, be ascribed. This was especially the case with Bernard. His mother was a gentle, pious woman; and, if a little superstitious, was the possessor of no small amount of intelligence and firmness. It was the business of her life to train her seven sons--of whom Bernard was the third—for God. Her dearest wish was to see them devoted to a monastic life. His nursery training over, and that we find the secret of his after-life, Bernard was placed in a public school at Chatillon, where he was instructed in the classics, well grounded in logic, and received a taste for literary studies.

At this juncture, just as Bernard was beginning to realise the fond expectation and high hopes of liis mother, she died. His father at once resolved that his sons should enter the army-ardently desiring to see them hardy and renowned warriors, foremost in the battle charge, and the merriest at the convivial

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tables of the barons. For this our hero showed no aptitude. He had caught his mother's spirit; and knowing that she had intented to devote him to a cloister life, himself cherished the purpose. Fancied appearances of the devoted parent-visions in which affection taught the imagination how to keep the maternal teacher before the mind's eye of the loving pupil-kept alive his resolution, and at last determined him to renounce the pomps, and vanities, and possessions of the world, for the hard life of a monk. By his eloquent pleading he won over all his brothers, who had grown to man's estate, with a large circle of relatives and friends. With these Bernard retired to a house at Chatillon, with a view of preparing for final seclusion. It may interest some to know that the father, heart-broken by the loss of his Sons, followed them, and died a monk. As to the sincerity of the men, there can be no doubt. They left behind them wealth, comfort, luxury, and fame, at the supposed call of God, and to save their souls. We Protestants may make ourselves merry over the follies of monasticism; but it would more become us to emulate the self-sacrifice of these who surrendered all that they held dear at the command of duty.

Let us now look into the convent home that received these worthies, and gather what we can of the character of their convent life.

There were nchly-endowed monasteries, where the monks lived a merry life; but these Bernard avoided, and chose one of the poorest. The convent of which Bernard and his thirty associates became inmates, was that of Citeaux. It belonged to the Cistercian order, and was celebrated for its extreme austerity, and the great severity of its discipline. Among the rules of the convent were these :-A monk must render absolute obedience to his abbot; and if commanded to do impossible things, may meekly represent the impossibility, but if the command be persisted in, must attempt the doing of it, in dependence on the Almighty. No one was permitted to speak unasked; laughter was forbidden; worship was to be performed two hours after midnight; each in his turn was to clean the dishes, and to wash the feet of the entire brotherhood; the time of each monk was to be divided between work and prayer, as little as possible being allowed for meals and sleep; and no property could be held. Bernard was most diligent in the obser. vance of these rules; and though only 22 years of age, so successful was he in his study and in his devotions, that his reputation for wisdom and sanctity gathered such numbers to Citeaux, that the place was speedily too small for them.

This led to the establishment of another convent, of which Bernard was the first abbot. The site was a wild and desolate spot in Burgundy, for a long time the haunt of robbers, and known as the valley of Wormwood. To this place-Clairvaux by nameBernard and 12 monks were dismissed from Citeaux to found a new establishment. The valley was uncultivated; seed time was past; the monks had to rear their convent with their own hands, and at the same time to provide themselves with food. Their labours and privations were equally great. Bread, made of barley and millet, with beech leaves, cooked in salt and water, constituted their only nourishment, and that too in winter, while engaged in the hard work of building a habitation. For 16 months these monks suffered fatigue, hunger, and cold; till Bernard looked more like a corpse than a living man; and then they reaped their first harvest, the rich and well-to-do sending them help when they could do without it. Notwithstanding these unparalleled hardships, Bernard made more progress in religious learning than most do under theological tutors and aided by the suug conveniences of modern colleges. Not without reason, he wrote to a teacher of speculative philosophy, “ Believe me, thou wilt find more in woods than in books; and trees and stones shall

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