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but I can,
| but they are sad snares to the young heart. God in his mercy calls you home early, and removes you, my darling, from these temptations. My child, I shall be very lonely without you,
I trust, commit my treasure into the hands of Him who careth alike for you and for me. But the night dew begins to fall, and it may injure you."
Still Minna lingered in the sweet evening air, which breathed a soft refreshing fragrance so grateful to the invalid. As she slowly passed along she gathered a few leaves from Martin's rose, the flowers of which had faded, and begged her mother to cherish it for her sake. Minna passed many months in her sick chamber, her heart filled with a peace which this world knows not of; and in the ensuing summer, her bed of death was adorned by the flowers of Martin's rose.— Tract Magazine.
THE ORANGE AND THE PEACH IN AUSTRALIA.
ORANGES arrive at great perfection in New South Wales, and are sent in large quantities to Victoria and Van Diemen's Land, where they cannot be grown. Numerous and extensive orangeries, or orange-groves, surround Paramatta, and line the banks of the river for some distance towards Sydney. The large trees, gay with their golden fruit, and exquisitely fragrant blossoms, are amongst the noblest of all the acclimatized products of Australia. The long warm summers suit the orange. In favourable situations, the trees rise to the height of twenty-five feet. The most celebrated orangery, belonging to Mr. Suttor, near Paramatta, is one of the sights of Sydney; it was commenced in 1801 with three plants, brought by Colonel Paterson, lieutenantgovernor, from Salvador, in 1799; some of the trees are
a century hold, thirty-feet high, and are not yet at full bearing. One has yielded a hundred dozen of oranges, some of the fruit being ripe all the year round. A single avenue exceeds a quarter of a mile in length, and forms a magnificent promenade; the dark green fo
of the trees on each side, finely contrasting with the bright yellow pro
duce. Twenty thousand dozens of oranges are frequently procured in a single season from a plantation, and the fruit of three acres has brought fifteen hundred pounds sterling to the proprietor. The Mandarin orange, a celebrated Chinese kind, is said to be better at Sydney than at Canton. The tree is an elegant dwarf species, with fruit as small as an Orleans' plumb, of a fine dark yellow colour, remarkable for a highly perfumed rind, not thicker than brown paper.
Peaches are so plentiful, that the farmers feed their pigs with the wind-falls of their teeming orchards. Nothing can surpass the excellence of a peach ripened in the brilliant sunshine of Australia. The yield is remarkable for quantity, as well as for the comparative size of the fruit. A bushel full may be purchased for a trifle in the Sydney market. Peaches are now frequently met with wild in the woods, and yield a wholesome refreshment to the weary traveller; the more valued, as the native forests afford nothing whatever in the shape of fruit for the sustenance of man. If a peach-stone is planted in the ground, in any part of the country where some supply of moisture is obtained, there will be a tree laden with fruit in three or four years, without any kind of culture. Bushrangers have thus planted the stones; birds have dropped them; and removed, in some measure, the reproach of barrenness from the sands. In grateful remembrance of the refreshment thus met with in his wanderings, and for the benefit of future travellers, and also for the Aborigines, the unwearied explorer, Allan Cunningham, always carried with him a bag of peach-stones, which he carefully planted in the sterile wilderness. “I was much struck with that circumstance,” justly remarks a relator of it, “and while I could not help commending, from my very heart, the pure and disinterested benevolence it evinced; I could not help inwardly regarding it as a lesson for myself for the future, and a reproof for the past. Alas! how many spots have we all past unheeded in the wilderness of life, in which we might easily have sown good seed if we had so chosen, and left it to the blessing of God, the dew of heaven, and the native energies of the soil! Such spots we may never revisit; and the opportunity of doing good, which was thus afforded us, but which was suffered to pass unimproved, will consequently never return."
Extract, Monthly Vol. of Tract Society, entitled “ Australia, its Scenery, and Resources," pp. 111-114.
A SERMON ON MALT.
Mr. Dodd was a minister who lived many years ago, a few miles from Cambridge, and having several times faithfully preached against drunkenness, some of the Cambridge scholars (conscience, which is sharper than ten thousand witnesses, being their monitor) were very much offended, and thought he had made reflections on them. Some little time after, Mr. Dodd was walking towards Cambridge, and met some of the gownsmen, who, as soon as they saw him at a distance, resolved to make some ridicule of him. As soon as he came up, they aocosted him with, “Your servant, sir.” He replied, “Your servant, gentlemen.” They asked him if he had not been preaching very much against drunkenness of late. He answered in the affirmative. They then told him, they had a favour to beg of him, and it was, that he would preach a sermon to them there, from a text they should choose. He argued that it was an imposition, for a man ought to have some consideration before preaching. They said, they would not put up with a denial ; and insisted upon his preaching immediately, in a hollow tree which stood by the road side, from the word MALT. He then began
Beloved, let me crave your attention. I am a little man, come at a short notice, to preach a short sermon from a short text, to a thin congregation, in an unworthy pulpit. Beloved, my text is MALT. I cannot divide it into sentences, there being none; nor into words, there being but one. I must therefore of necessity, divide it into letters, which I find in my text to be these four, M-A-L-T.
M is Moral; A is Allegorical; L is. Literal; T is Theological
The Moral is to teach you rustics good manners. Therefore, M, My masters; A, All of you ; L, Leave off ; T, Tippling
The Allegorical is, when one thing is spoken of, and another meant. The thing spoken of is Malt, the thing meant is the spirit of Malt, which you rustics makeM, your Meat; A, your Apparel ; L, your Liberty ; and your
Trust. The Literal is, according to the letters. M, Much ; A, Ale ; L, Little; T, Trust.
The Theological is, according to the effects it works. In some, M, Murder; in others, A, Adultery; in all L, Looseness of Life ; and in many, T, Treachery.
I shall conclude the subject
1. By way of exhortation. M, My masters ; A, all of you ; L, Listen : T, to my text.
2. By way of caution. M, My masters ; A, All of you; L. Look for ; T. the Truth.
3. By way of communicating the truth, which is this, A drunkard is the annoyance of modesty ; the spoil of civility; the destruction of reason ; the robber's agent; the alehouse's benefactor ; his wife's sorrow ; his children's trouble ; his own shame; his neighbour's scoff ; a walking swill-bowl; the picture of a beast; the monster of a MAN.”
THE INFIDEL AND LITTLE MARY. In the village of H-, in America, lived a worthy member of the Methodist Episcopal Church. She was a milliner, and employed a great number of apprentices, most of whom became subjects of a gracious revival in that place. One was distinguished for her remarkable gift and fervour in prayer—I think her name yas Mary. There was another, whom I shall call Sally, who lived a few miles in the country, and whose father was a professed deist, these two became peculiarly attached to each other.
certain occasion, as Sally was going home on a short visit, she solicited and obtained liberty for Mary to accompany her; and by the blessing of God, the hard heart of the infidel was smitten.
The account given by the gentleman to the Rev. Mr. H—, was as follows—That his daughter, when at home, had often spoken of Mary as being an extraordinary girl, and of her wonderful gift in prayer, &c.; that he really felt a strong curiosity to hear her pray, but doubted if she would do so in his presence. However, he thought he would propose the subject, and see what she would say to him about it. After the evening was nearly spent, he said to
Mary, my daughter has often spoken of you, and says you pray in your meetings ; I should like very well to have you pray with us this evening.' For a few moments, all was profound silence. At length Mary, with great solemnity, replied, I will endeavour to, sir, if
you will please to kneel with me.' "I was not expecting such a reply,” said he, “but the request was too reasonable to be resisted. I knelt, and she prayed such a prayer I never heard in my life before.” (Tears filled his eyes while he spoke.) “She prayed for me as the head of a family, that I might bring up my children in the fear of the Lord; and spoke of these things. Really, I cannot describe her prayer, but I never before felt so astonished. I had supposed that at their prayer-meetings one learned prayers of another; but I am now satisfied that flesh and blood never taught that child to pray in such a manner. I am fully convinced of the truth of Divine Revelation, and am resolved, by the grace of God, never to rest until I obtain a witness of God's pardoning love."