scription: some few particulars only have come to my knowledge their raiment is to be "wrought gold," with the most elegant and delicate "needlework," and their general splendor will be as if they were "clothed with the sun," and crowned with a crown of stars. But their principal glory, beauty and excellence, are within; in the sweetness of their dispositions, the elevation of their minds, the purity of their hearts, and the entire perfections of their souls. They are all glorious: not one worthless spectator will be watching to make unfriendly remarks; not one to render distance or reserve prudential. The music of the occasion is to be of all manner of instruments, softened by an innumerable multitude of harmonious voices so adjusted as to make one perfect whole, and pour the full tide of sound upon the enraptured car: a song is already prepared; and the performers are practising upon it in their several departments, with reference to this festival. Oh, Betsy! what will be the effect, when they perform in full band? The entertainments and deserts I shall not even touch upon; they will, doubtless, be in harmony with the rest of the exhibition. But the principal object, the glory of the whole, is yet unnamed: this is the Bridegroom. Of him I dare not attempt a description: I can only say that he is the chiefest among ten thousand, and altogether lovely. Such inconceivable light, lustre and glory, continually emanates from his divine person, that the extensive palace needs no other light-its most distant corner is illuminated with his rays and my dear friend, there is this peculiar circumstance to give an interest to this festival; every guest has a share in the heart and affections of this glorious bridegroom; and all combined in one mystical body, will constitute the bride for whom all this glory has been prepared. This festival once commenced, will never close, will never tire; no rising or setting sun will ever summon a dispersion--pleasure more extatic and refined will be constantly springing up: the celestial Bridegroom will lead them to living fountains of delight, and all occasion of sorrow will forever cease. My friend shall earthly festivals and scenes of pleasure, which, compared with this, are but a glow-worm in the light of day, so interest our passions or engross our hearts, as to banish this from our thoughts, or hinder our assiduous endeavors to be suitably attired and ornamented that we may be hailed welcome guests?—I hope to receive this honor and happiness-there I hope to meet the name of Chester in all its branches. There I hope to meet all the circle you have known, and whom I can never know more. Let us keep this scene habitually in view, and let our devotions and energies be wisely directed to deserve to ourselves a share in its felicities; and while from time to time we may take a share in the innocent festal pleasures and amusements of this world, let the fruit and effect be to learn the vanity of these sickening joys, and increase our desires and endeavors after those unfading pleasures, which flow from God's right hand. Perseverance and Love of Learning. THE meeting of the Utica Lyceum, on the evening of the third instant was favored with an address from W. H. Maynard Esqr., on the importance of such associations. He dwelt particularly on education, as the business of a man's life, and related some interesting facts, which had come within his own observation, illustrating the successful attainments of self made men. One of these we will relate. Mr. M. gave it with diffidence, but (having been requested by a member of the Lyceum to relate it,) it was too good to be withheld from motives of personal delicacy. In December 1807, Mr. M. was teaching school for a quarter in the town of Plainfield, Mass. One cold, blustering morning, on entering his school room, he observed a lad that he had not seen before, sitting on one of the benches. The lad soon made known his errand to Mr. M. He was fifteen years old; his parents lived seven miles distant; he wanted an education; and had come from home on foot that morning, to see if Mr. M. could help him contrive how to obtain it. Mr. M. asked him if he was acquainted with any one in that place-"No." "Do your parents know any pe: "No." son here?" "Can your parents nelp you to. wards obtaining an education ?""No." "Have you any friends that can give you assistance ?"--"No." "Well how do you expect to obtain an education?"—"] do'nt know, but I thought I would come and see you." Mr. M. told him to stay that day, and he would see what could be done. He discovered that the boy was possessed of good sense, but no uncommon brilliancy, and he was peculiarly struck with the cool and resolute manner in which he undertook to conquer difficulties which would have intimidated common minds. In the course of the day, Mr. M. made provision for having him boarded, through the winter, in the family with himself, the lad to pay for his board by his services out of school. He gave himself diligently to study, in which he made good, but not rapid proficiency, improving every opportunity of reading and conversation for acquiring knowledge, and thus spent the winter. When Mr. M. left the place in the spring, he engaged a minister, who resided about four miles from his father's, to hear his recitations; and the boy accordingly boarded at home and pursued his studies. It is unnecessary to pursue the narrative further. Mr. M. had never seen the lad since--but this was the early history of the REV. JONAS KING, whose exertions in the cause of oriental learning, and in alleviating the miseries of Greece, have endeared him alike to the scholar and the philanthropist, and shed a bright ray of glory on his native country. Do Not Deceive Children. A MOTHER was once trying to persuade her little son to take some medicine. The medicine was very unpalatable, and she, to induce him to take it, declared it did not taste bad. He did not believe her. He knew by sad experience, that her word was not to be trusted. A gentleman and friend who was present, took the spoon and said: "James, this is medicine, and it tastes very badly. I should not like to take it, but I would if necessary. You have courage enough to swallow something which does not taste good? "Yes," said James, looking a little less sulky, "but this is very bad indeed." "I know it," said the gentleman. "I presume you never tasted anything much worse." The gentleman then tasted of the medicine himself, and said, it is really very unpleasant. "But now let us see if you have not resolution enough to take it, bad as it is." The boy hesitatingly took the spoon. "It is, really, rather bad," said the gentleman, "but the best way is to summon all your resolution and down with it at once, like a man.” James made, in reality, a great effort for a child, and swallowed the dose. And whom will this child most respect, his deceitful mother, or the honest dealing stranger? And whom will he hereafter most readily believe? It ought, however, to be remarked, that had the child been properly governed, he should at once, and without a murmur, have taken what his mother presented. It is certainly, however, a supposable case, that the child might, after all the arguments, refuse to do his duty. What course would then be pursued? Resort to compulsion, but never to deceit. We cannot deceive our children, without seriously injuring them and destroying our own influence. Frank and open dealing is the only safe policy in family government, as well as on the wider theatre of life. The underhand acts and cunning manœuvres of the intrigue, are sure in the end to promote his own overthrow. Be sincere and honest, and you are safe. The only sure way of securing beneficial results is by virtuous and honorable means. A Successful Retort. A CLERGYMAN was once accosted by a doctor, a pro fessed deist, who asked him "if he followed preaching to save souls." "Yes." "Did you ever see a soul?" "No." "Did you ever hear a soul?" "No." "Did you ever taste a soul?" "No." "Did you ever smell a soul?" "No." "Did you ever feel a soul?" Yes." "Well," said the doctor, "there are four of the five senses against one upon the question, whether there be a soul." The clergyman then asked, "if he were a doctor of medicine?" "Yes." "Did you ever see a pain ?" "No." "Did you ever hear a pain ?" "No." "Did you ever taste a pain ?" "No." "Did you ever smell a pain ?" "No." "Did you ever feel a pain ?" "Yes." "Well," then said the clergyman, "there are also four senses against one, upon the question, whether there be a pain? and yet, sir, you know that there is a pain, and I know that there is a soul." Sabbath Evening. A Narrative by Knox. THERE is no season of the day or year, which gives me such pure and exquisite pleasure as that of a Summer's Sabbath evening, when the heart has been soothed and the spirit elevated by recent acts of devotion; and when over every mountain and valley, forest and river, a holy tranquility reposes, as if inanimate nature were conscious of the sanctity of the day of rest. To an observer of feeling and imagination, the contemplation of nature is a source of continual enjoyment; the budding Spring in |