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Show THE HERO'S HEART. A WIXTF.ll sunsl1inc, still and bright, The Blue Hill~ bathed with golden light, And enrth seemr<.l :smiling to the sl<y, \Vh('n calmly he went forth to die. Infrrnnl passions festrrrrl therr, \Vhere peaceful nature looked so fair; Atld fiercely, in the morning sun, Fl:.tshed glittering bayonet and gun. The old man met no friendly eye, \Vhen last he Iookrd on earth and sky; But one small child, with timi<.l air, \Vas gazing on his silver hair. As that dark brow to his upturned, Tho tender heart within him yoarne<.l; And, fondly stooping o'er her fare, He ki ·sod her, for her injured race. Tho little one, he know not why That kind old man wrnt forth to die; Nor why, mid all tiJat pomp :mel sti..r, He stooped to given kis~ to l1er. But Jesus smilrd that si~ht to soc, And said, "He did it unto me" .1 Tho golden harps then swrctly rung, And this the song the Ang(•ls sung: 11 \Vho loves the poor doth loYe the Lord! Earth cannot dim thy l1rig-ht reward; \Vc hover o'er yon gallows high, And wait to bear thee to the sky." L. MAmA CmLD. IV. SERMON BY REv. M. D. CoN'VAY.* I OFTEN aJt myself the question, Ilow f:u· sh:dl I trust my own h 'art in speaking to you, my fi.·llow-be ing~, from this pulpit to which you ful\'c called me, an1l which should <~''<•r· stand for that which is most sncr ·d within you? ShaJI I eome a little wny out of my ·J(~Jwod, nn<l speak of what 1 m:1y be exp 'etcd to be interested in a ' a pr ':tell ·r, wlJil~t a~ a man I am really indifferent nbout it? ShniJ 1 ~p ak here- where of all othet· pine ·s the burden of Gotl mo. t reM' upon 111y shoulders- of one thing, whil·t ev ·ry drop of blood in my heart i:-s tin d by :mot het·? Thi questioning urged it ·elf very gravely upon me lately, when I wa ' informed that my di~cours · upon the Insurrection in Virginia hau hcen a fJal'(l thi11g fiH· my people to bear, and had cost me some influential friend~. N '\'Cl' did a ellllrch need ft·icnds mor·e thnn ours, and ('Very additional alienation mu t be felt heavy enough. But tb' only fcttnl lo ·s to u:-; will be when Truth, Ju. tice, and Freedom c •ase to be our frie11<ls, and we their·'. Ther ·fore, 1 mu ·t ~till abide by the motto of my ministry, long ago taken, and often urged 11crc, - D eep calletlt unto defp. J.~ifc Is too , hort :wd too solemn to be dallying with surface::;. I can only know how fiu· my word * 1'reatlJ <'ll in tho lt'irtJt CongTcgn tlou nl Church, Ci uci uon ti, Dcccw bcr '1, 1859, from 1 Corint hians x.l, 2: '· :\Jore()Vl' r, IH'<'thn•u. I would not thnt yo ~honld ho ig-nomnt thnt nil onr li1t lwrs ~V('re undpr IL cloud, aud all ptussou througu tuo tJoa.; nod wore all bupti:t.l•d uuto Molll'll 1 tu tho cloud nod in tho sou." 30 (310) • |