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Over the sea-green belt on the horizon
After the sun went down, a flock of clouds,
Some dark with fiery skirts, and fleecy some,
Purple and golden, drifted from the west
Up the blue concave. In the lake beneath,
Where the broad shadow of the mountain fe'l,
They multiplied their glory, and 'mid rock,
And oaks, and flowers, that lined the southern shore
Th' unsteady waters threw a mellow glow.
And there beside a cliff, crested with pines,
Under a crab tree, whose sweet blooms the bee
And wanton wind dispersed, an aged man
Of mild and thoughtful air, his hoary locks
Loose waving, sat, as held by strong enchantment.
At length, in voice of quaintest melody,
He sang of one he knew in life's gay morn.

Dreams of my youth return;

Brightly the sun-rays
Dance on the running stream,

Spotted with foam-flakes.
Violets and narcissi

Gow up side by side,
Sisters in beauty, i hey

Stand on the green bank.
Fairest of all, her eyes

Drink in the vision,
Filling her gentle soul

With its own splendor.
Thus is her spirit fed

Till too pure for earth-
Angels' wings in the light

Of Heaven-gate, like a dove's

Gleam, and immortal Love,

Soft as a moon beam,
Enters the harpy breast

of Rotha, the blue-eyed. Mercersburg, Pa.

T. C. P.

ANGELS. It may seem a consideration of force against the angelophanies of the Bible, that nothing of the sort is known or heard of in the modern world. Like ile apparitions of spirits generally, they appear to have fled before the light of cultivation and sci

It ought not to be overlooked however, that the angels of the Old Testament attend only special occasions, the opening as it were of new acts, in the drama of revelation. Now the modern world is indeed a deep, broad, mighiy stream; but it is still a stream in its settled and regular course; only issuing from the miraculous period of Christ's incarnation. The an. gelophanies which took place at his grave ushered in our aeon, which will now last to the end of the world. Then, we are told (Matth. xiii: 39), the angels will again make their appearillice among men. Account must be taken besides of the peculiar nature of this christian aeon. Christ has appeared, and the believing christian world has been brought to see his glory by his Spirit. The old christological longing thus is satistied, and the element of angelic visions lost we may say in the presence of this higher light. In this respect, the angels may be compared will the stars of heaven; they vanish with the rising sun ; even the full moon becomes at mid-day but as a pale fleecy cloud.

The possibility of such beings as the angels of holy Writ, is continually more and more confirmed by modern natural science. There on high, stars of endlessly diversified hue and form roll through the boundless fields of space; many of thein ethereally light as golden dreams, like floating orbs of spirit. The dwellers in them must be answerable to their sylph-like nature, in fineness of organization and freedom of movement.

For philosophers indeed who see in the whole slarry heavens only“ rocks of light,” or uninhabited deserts, the whole universe is but an Ahriman, a world shut up and dark for inind. But if the heavens are really inhabited, as the analogy of our own earth authorises us to believe, they must be regarded of course as a vast boundlesz region of spirits. In this boundless range are to be found the ministering spirits, which are spoken of in the Epistle 10 the Hebrews certainly as having an objective or real existence. To conceive however of their apparition objectively, we must take into view the preparation of the subject inwardly for being favored with such vision.

la ihe night, streams can be heard afar off, whose sound amid the lumult of day was not perceived. The light from a distant hut becomes conspicuous over a whole region, where by day the hut itself on fire would hard y be noticed. The thunder of Niagara is said to be more feli at a certain distance, than in the immediate neighborhood of the rushing cataract. The same difference holds in the sphere of the inner lile. Most souls are unceasingly filled with the noise of the outward actual world, led caprive by it and bound. Their eyes can hardly discein simple greatness or beauty, when it is made to pass before them in bodily form ; for they seek the single only in the midst of the manifold, and give themselves up entirely to the whirl and tumult with which they are surrounded. When howerer this

. spirit has taken demona cal possession of an age, or has become even its worship, we need not wonder at the total failure of that deep sense, which feels and owns the travelling of spirits from star to star or from heaven 10 curih. When one has set liimisel down in the mill of a world seeking selfishness, with all its wheels in full roll, be hears to the fall of Niagara itself-though outwardly close at hand.

But there are souls on the other hand, which possess a higher and more active sense for the intimite, because they have courage from God to let the distractions of earth pass by them as something foreign from their own life. Their inward frame leads then even to see in the outward course of the world, its approaching dissolution and end. Iulies however in the nature of the case, that one for whom the world is thus turned to shudow, should at the same time win an organ, or rather hare onc unfolded within him, by which he may see inio lieaven, and become sensible of lieavenly impressions. When an old formu of the world is ready to fall, and a new one from heaven is expected to take its place, the noblest minds are found to be so ko speak vacant, or more properly open for what is from above-no more occupied with the old world, which with iis noise and show has become for them is it were dead. In this state, they can hear spirt voices and see the angels of God. In such frame the women of the gospel came to the grave of Jesus; for them all the glory of the world lay in its beson. They had for this reason an open eye, the inward vision of seers, for the heavenly messengers. So was it also with the sight bestowed upon the disciples on the Mount of Olives, when Christ left them for heaven. The earth for them dissolved into nothing, as their Max ter was taken from their side; and now they could see the meg. sengers from on bigh, and understand their

Inessage. Translated from J. P. Lange.



The Foot prints of the Creator, or the Asterolepsis of Strom

ness, by Hugh Miller, author of "The Old Red Sandstone." with a menrior of the author, by Lewis Agassiz. Gould, Kendall & Lincoln. Boston. 1850 : pp. 337.

MR. Miller is a native of Scotland, and editor of the Edinburg Wirness, the chief newspaper of the Free Church. From the humble condition of a stone.culter in the quarries of Cron)erly, where his attention was first drawn to the study of fossil remains, he has risen, by the force of genius, to an eminent rank among the geologists of our time. His writings are character. ized by freshness, clearness and brilliance of style, as well as by depth and vigor of thought.

The present volume is doubtless named, “The Foot-prints of the Creator," because it stands out in bold contrast and opposition to the * Vestiges of Creation,"a work, which, tending, as it does, to destroy ali belief in :he existence of a personil God, has wrought vast mischief in minds of a ceriaiu order, both in this country and in Europe, either by undermining the foundations of faith, or by strengthening the common religious prejudice alieady luo strong) against the revelations of pulæontology. The Lamarckian hypothesis of development receives no quarter at the hands of Mr. Miller. He considers it as a dream of vain philosophy-a specious iheory, that had its birth, in sub. stance, as long ago as Epicurus, and yet proceeds to overthrow it quietly, by a rigid induction of facts, obiained by years of patient toil and now brought forth and exhibited in a manner so skillful and ingenious as to excite universal admiration. A few more such onsels, and every one, who at all values bis repuiation as a man of science, will be ashamed to trace his own his. tory in the monad, vesicle, or les petits gelatineux of the prime val oceans travelling, during immense cycles of ages, by gradual and successive transformations, through the whole range of the radiates, mollusks, articulates, and vertebrates, each new want, of its own accord, creating a new organ and producing a new species, until it end at last in the ape as his immediate predecesfor. Mr. Miller has done essential service to the cause of truth and progress by demonstrating that this theory has no real scientific ground on which to l'est. To all, who feel any interest in the subject, we heartily recommend his book, as the work of a christian and a philosopher. Mercersburg, Pa.

T. C. P.

THE POETRY OF SCIENCE. The Poetry of Science, by Robert Hunt, author of Panthea,'

• Researches on Light,' etc. Gould, Kendall & Lincoln.Boston. 1850: pp. 388.

“Tue poetry of Science !” and is there poetry in Science ? Can mud be transmuted into gold, or homespun into robes of purple? That were indeed a miracle beyond the reach of art. Such is the opinion of the great mass of unthinking men. But the world has too long been accustomed to look upon the results of scientific labor as mere dry details of facts. The day is rapidly approaching when Truth in her own severe simplicity will be found to possess charms to attract the lover of the beautiful far more polent than the half-formed and incongruous creations of untutored Fancy-when the poet and the child of genius will make pilgrimages to the wells of Science and drink inspiration from waters purer than those of Castalia. In the delightful volume before us we have an earnest of what is yet to be done. Availing himself of the most recent discoveries in Naiural Philosophy and Chemistry, Mr. Hunt has produced a work, the perusal of which must afford the highest gratification to every reader of intelligence and taste. li deserves a wide circulation. Mercersburg, Pa.

T. C. P.

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