Our Father,

For we of hope and help are quite bereaven
Except Thou succour us

Who art in heaven.

Thou showest mercy, therefore for the same

We praise Thee, singing

Hallowed be Thy name.

Of all our miseries cast up the sum ;

Show us Thy joys, and let

Thy kingdom come.

We mortal are, and alter from our birth;

Thou constant art.

Thy will be done on earth.

Thou mad'st the earth, as well as planets seven, Thy name be blessed here

As 'tis in Heaven.

Nothing we have to use or debts to pay,

Except Thou give it us.

Give us this day

Wherewith to clothe us, wherewith to be fed,

For without Thee we want—

Our daily bread.

We want, but want no faults, for no day passes

But we do sin

Forgive us our trespasses.

No man from sinning ever free did live,

Forgive us, Lord, our sins

As we forgive.

If we repent our faults, Thou ne'er disdainest us;

We pardon them

That trespass against us. Forgive us that is past, a new path tread us;

Direct us always in Thy faith,

And lead us—

We, Thine own people, and Thy chosen nation,

Into all truth, but

Not into temptation.

Thou that of all good graces art the giver,

Suffer us not to wander,

But deliver

Us from the fierce assaults of world and devil
And flesh, so shalt Thou free us

From all evil.

To these petitions let both Church and laymen,
With one consent of heart and voice, say

Amen.

One of the most peculiar poems we have met with follows, and being the same in subject as the preceding, it is placed here, though properly belonging neither to this section nor any other. The initial letters of the lines form an acrostic of "My boast is in the glorious Cross of Christ." The words in Italics, when read on the left-hand side from top to bottom, and on the right hand from bottom to top, form the whole of the Lord's Prayer.

MY BOAST IS IN THE GLORIOUS CROSS OF CHRIST.
Make known the gospel truth, our Father King;
Yield up Thy grace, dear Father, from above;
Bless us with hearts which feelingly can sing,
"Our life Thou art for ever, God of love."

Assuage our grief in love for Christ, we pray,
Since the Prince of Heaven and glory died,
Took away all sins, and hallowed the display,
Infinite being, first man, and then was crucified.
Stupendous God! Thy grace and power make known;
In Jesus' name let all the world rejoice,
Now labour in Thy heavenly kingdom own-
That blessed kingdom, of Thy saints the choice.
How vile to come to Thee, is all our cry ;
Enemies to Thy self, and all that's Thine;
Graceless our will, we live for vanity;

Loathing the very being, evil in design—
O God, Thy will be done from earth to heaven ;
Reclining on the gospel let us live,

In earth, from sin delivered and forgiven,

Oh, as Thyself, but teach us to forgive;
Unless its power temptation doth destroy,
Sure is our fall into the depths of woe.
Carnal in mind, we have not a glimpse of joy
Raised against Heaven; in us no hopes we know.
Oh, give us grace, and lead us on the way;

Shine on us with Thy love, and give us peace.
Self, and this sin that rise against us, slay.
Oh, grant each day our trespasses may cease;
Forgive our evil deeds that oft we do;

Convince us daily of them to our shame ;
Help us with heavenly bread, forgive us, too,
Recurrent lusts; and we'll adore Thy name.
In Thy forgiveness we as saints can die,
Since for us, and our trespasses so high,
Thy Son, our Saviour, died on Calvary.

Similar to the above is this verse by George

Herbert :

"OUR LIFE IS HID WITH CHRIST IN GOD."

(Colos. iii. 3.)

My words and thoughts do both express this notion,
That Life hath with the sun a double motion.
The first Is straight, and our diurnal friend;
The other Hid, and doth obliquely bend.
One life is wrapt In flesh, and tends to earth :
The other winds toward Him, whose happy birth
Taught me to live here so, That still one eye
Should aim and shoot at that which Is on high;
Quitting with daily labour all My pleasure,
To gain at harvest an eternal Treasure.

JESUITICAL VERSES.

JESUITICAL, or, as they are sometimes called, Equivocal Verses, had their origin very much in the political and religious feuds of our ancestors. They are designed to give two very different meanings, according as they are read downwards or across. Thus, the following lines, if read as they stand, must be admired for their loyalty, but if perused in the order of the figures prefixed, a very different result is obtained:

1. I love my country-but the King

3. Above all men his praise I sing,
2. Destruction to his odious reign

4. That plague of princes, Thomas Paine;

5. The royal banners are displayed

7. And may success the standard aid

6. Defeat and ruin seize the cause
8. Of France, her liberty, and laws.

The foregoing relic of a revolutionary period may be well followed by one pertaining to Refor