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Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la mdthode. 1 2 3 t 2 3 4 5 6 ii ( I! li m% .# ^'i m s^t-u -^^^ iWt4 rp' Or, MAN'S LITE; Setting forth his Nature, Views, Harmonies, and Contrasts, Virtues and Vices, Restraints, Temptations, Beniedies, Victories, Eesponsibilities to himself, liis Fcllow-Me.i, and his Saviour, for Time and Eternity. H ^ §iU Mml^r Some Portions of the Book a ChiUl may understand ; there are Others which a Man may Study with increasing Interest and Profit all his Life. Pabt Ist — Christ and the Soul. Pakt 2d — ^The School of the He\kt. Pabt 3d — ^The Candle of Life. Pabt 4th — John Bunyan's View of Lifk. BY Rev. E. H. Gillett, D. D. Rev. Gko. B. Ciieever, D. D. Rev. Howard Crosby, D. D. Rev. W. M. PuNSHON. Rev. R. McGoNEOAL, A. M. Rev. P. D. Van Cleef, D. D. Rev. D. M. Reeves, A. M. nearly 300 Illustrations. J. H. JEWETT AND CO. NORWICH, CONN. SCHUYLER SMITH & CO. LONDON, ONTARIO. Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1870, by N. TIBBALS & SON, In the Clerk's Office of tlie District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New York. r ir the |0 every household in which the lessons of sacred wisdom are accounted a necessary element of family training — to every social circle where a generous fancy can com- bine amusement with instruction ; to every parent or teacher who prizes illustrative art or pictured emblems, as aids to impress truth upon the mind ; to every mind, youthful or mature, that can derive pleasure or profit from the recognition of practical truth in human experience — this work, designed at once to arrest the attention and impress the heart, is dedicated. \ 'Tis not thr wlmlv of life to live, Hot M u/Ututli, Cu die. Motitijomery. ^^-^^ ■■ THS VK0K©.9 OH' THE WISE A!iE AS GOA'^a, AN'D /i.^ NASLS FASTENED BY THE MASTER OF ASSEMBLIES '—So'.omcn.' [0, the central figure of tlie pajj^o, tho rrowii of thcjriia! This is the most eli quent of all, as it touchos all, unites ™ all, and gives value to all else. From its top part, one rose in full bloom hangs down into the open area. This crown is indeed preface to all other things. Above it, on tho right, is a feather from the tail of the peacock, and figures human vanity and folly, while in the left corner, a venomous spider spreads lu'.s web, to entangle there his prey. Below, on the right, are miniature globes, with crosses on them, while in the loft corner, are emblems of immortality. On either margin there are beautifidly-wrought works of leaves, and vines, and buds, and fruits. Looking to the top of the page, wo see tho emblem of the human soul, leaning one hand on the heart, just in front of it, and moving the other over, and above, as if to caress tho dove, wliich is in the act of graciously brooding the heart, as if the Holy Ghost, promised in the Gospel, to do this work of loving benefaction. Thus, the soul, and the Holy Spirit, and the heart of man are brought most intimately together. In the next group, there is the soul dressed out as if in punch's clothes, with a peacock's feather depending from his cap, one in his right hand, reaching far ba(;k over his shoulder, while his right foot has on it a clown's sandal, and he is chattering to a chattering rook, which has in its tail- A LIFE •'VDW ftfiithers ono much longer than liis own, borrowed from Juno*s bird. Bulund this punstor, llios a bat, indicatin^jf tho twihght of his cart'LT. Nt'xt appears a human body, having upon it tho lioad of an owl, swaying forward and back ward a long rod, with a pngna-'ious olianticleor perched upon it, itself armed with spurs and hooks. In the left corner, we see a soul in a sad dozo, hands clasped about tho knoes, head leaning over it in sadness and sleep, nnklo chained to tho woi'ld by a chain, luado of a band of stool, and a cross of stool, while just befcn-e him, an earth-monster is coming up out of the ground, with his eyes fixed upon the mourning captive. In tho foot of the page, we note that tho border is composed of a variety of images. On the right, is a figure symbolizing the hunuin soul, engaged in an occupation far beneath tho abilities and duties of an immortal being, for it is blowing soap-bubbles, with a cup at its knees full of bubbles, and just beyond is a gaggling goose, nmch elated at the achiovments of the bubblo-maker. On the left of this figure, we see another, one of hideous death, laughing over and admiring the soap-bul)blo exhibition, to help on tho young trifler, while the right hand of his strength is holding the tail of a serpent. Just at death's feet, and beliind him, a rook is standing, awaiting his festival-share of tho bubble-blower, when death comes into possession of him. The serpent, with many strong coils and muscular twists, is destroying the life of a human soul, which cries aloud with tho bitterest wails, appeahng with upturned face to the skies, while both hands are vainly attempting to tear off the great coils of his oppressor, whoso open mouth is hissing and darting its deadly fangs into its victim. Still further on, there is a young soul, full of a fruitless kind of business — catching butterflies, by swinging a scoop-net in a most lively manner. A frog looks ^vith admiration upon the sport. Prom Juno's twilight of I hotul of nil inigna.'ious and 1 looks, ispcd ubout klo chained a cross of g up out of ivo. 3 composed aohzing tho bilitics and jIos, with a a gaggling laker. On 0U8 death, to lielp on is holding dm, a rook w^or, when i^ith many f a human iling with ittempting mouth is ill further )usiness — est lively * THE r.TiNC} OP (Death :ij,c:v. anO tiik otrehoth cf sin :s THE LA W. HUT THANKS HE TO 00 Fair pattern, suggestive of camab'ty, and the other with his wings and in simple garb, intimating the soaring possibilities of the spiritual nature. And in this game, ** the flesh lusteth against the spirit," and takes the part of Satan. It is really a struggle of ** the flesh and the devil," or if we interpret also the implements of the game, of "the world, the flesh, and the devil," against the soul of man. Satan, with superhuman sagacity, plies all his skill, and is aided in his designs by the part which the flesh takes in the proceedings. It is true, when the two parties are con- sidered, one with his infernal cunning, and the other with his unsuspecting inexperience, it matters comparatively little what the game is. But in this case it is for the soul a game of life and death, as is plainly intimated by the fact that one of the bowls — so near as to betray its features — has traced upon it the face of a fleshless skull. Satan closely watches every cast. He seems absorbed in the game, while by lending it new excitement, he is making more sure of his victim. Perhaps he allows him to win at first. He would even yield what is necessary to his infatuation. Then the terrible fascination of the game lays hold upon the spirit. It will venture more and more. Has it lost by one game? Another must be played to make the loss good. Another still, and still an- other follows, till disappointment makes the player desperate. One more, and his earthly all is sacrificed. One more still, and hope is finally surrendered. One more, and his mad infatuation has plunged him down the awful gulf. Abov3 the picture is the corona triumphalw, " the crown of tri- umphs," while conquered worlds and captured fool's caps are suspended with it as trophies. Beneath, grasping the scroll of destiny, is a skeleton Bhadamanthus, seated on his throne of judgment, with a darkened world in the background, that has be- come a thing of the past. Between these two issues — the crown A LIFE STUDY. 31 and the curse — the game of life is played. If Satan triumphs, the curse shall befall the spirit. If the interposing grace of heaven defeats his designs, and snatches the heedless youth from the net of his subtle schemes, the crown is assured. There is a horrid magnificence of conception in the ideal sketch by Retsch, of the spirit of darkness assuming a human form, and with sinister gaze bending over the chess-board, whereon he plays with man his game for his soul. Here, too, the same thought is presented, only Satan's fleshly ally is depicted. The heedless youth, representing the spirit, and venturing more and more, little realizes what he is doing. Satan is playful. Satan enjoys with him what he may deem innocent sport. But, under the form of innocent amusement, he lures inexperience to ruin, , Romance has few stories like this ; but real life has many. They have been written in bloody sweat. They have been told with sighs and tears. Name after name of the victims of guilt betrayed by confidence of inexperience to some rash venture, from which after recovery was almost hopeless, brings them up before us. The festive cup has been the first term of a series, the last of which — on earth — was the gallows. Men have bargained peace for plenty, and God for gold, and their birthright for a mess of pottage, without dreaming that Satan was playing with them a desperate game for their souls. "Well may we say when flesh and spirit are engaged in their game with Satan, that whatever the prospect, there should be written in large capitals over the scene, uirmque crepundia merces, ** The gain of each is a trifle." !! n i ', . ii.> :'i'' 'I M' k.tf iivs to (liid alow, ihiul itsi't/c." -Cowpor. ^^^^«(3^ ~^^r-x. ■LET HIM DENY HIMSELF, TAKE UP HIS CROSS FOL L O W J.iE. • --Jeaua. A ND WOELD without "a cross" is the fool's ideal of a Tarii- dise. To his view it is an unsightly projection, and lie would saw it off. Mounted on the globe that threatens every moment to slip from under him, he toils and sweats to destroy that which alone can furnish him a secure siipport, or resting place. He takes no interest in the near projecting roof, or the distant palace. He has no eye for the inviting garden or the wooded hiUs. All his attention and energies are devoted to saving the world the incumbrance of the cross. With his old, rusty saw, he would cut it off, and let it fall as rubbish into the vaults of his own elegantly wrought structure. So heedless youth would shake off the obnoxious appendage of religious principle, would saw it harshly away, if need be, and leave only a smooth, round, genteel world to deal with. It matters not that this is the soul's stay and strength — that it is the only support on which it can lean, which perches upon the world's slippery height. It is " a cross " which for fashion's sake, III! U'il H, If i J ,, II m ;)■ . fci' m ''I ♦ M I 31 fi LIFE STUDY. for foar of ridicule, or to keep up appouranoos, must bo put away. Enough only of it is to bo loft to save appoarunces. So, too, mon would have a roUgion without a crosa — a smooth, round, s^Tnmetrical rehgion, that thoy can roll about, and play with, and commend to others as a gratioful and elegant thing. With the agiUty of liealth and strength, and the false peace of a sleeping conscience, they feel no need of the cross for their support, and their superior taste, rectified by the world's new philosophy, revolts at' the unsightliness of the cross, sometimes pronouncing it " the central gallows" of the universe. They would not allow it to disturb their self-complacency, or come athwart their fine-spun schemes of " a broad way " to heaven. But a world without " a cross " would be only a universal Sodom, with fullness of bread and abundance of idleness, waiting for the outpouring of the fiery deluge. The hardships of which men often complain, are the necessary conditions of their well- being and their blessedness. The stern law of toil has been more effective to keep down the volcanic forces of human passion, than all the statutes of Solon, and Roman fables and institutes. A hard lot has often cradled true greatness. Noble spirits have been rocked or waked to consciousness by the blast. The grand hero- isms of life have been born amid throes and agonies of struggle. He that would smooth the path, would relax the muscles of the climber. He that would dispense with the cross, would only secure the forfeit of the crown. What multitudes are engaged just in sawing off the crosses of the world; in making life easy, comfortable and luxurious! They would have no unsightly projections about them. They would adroitly balance themselves on a slippery world, -without any support. Little do they consider how much more wise it would be, to leave duty as it is, solemn, stem, or even repulsive in aspect, than to trick it out as an actor, or to dress it up as a monster. Jl LIFE STUDY H But such folly is ever Bure of thia inevitable retribution. Aloft, above its head, are the compasses that take their exact sweep, and measure of its desert on the dial-plate of justice. There, too, is tlxe pawnbroker's sign, intimating that folly is engaged in that brokerage of principle and duty to which the deepest infamy clings ; or perhaps tliat pawning all is to bankrupt itself. To the right, a winged messenger of the skies comes down, bearing, to a a barren, cheerless globe, the best-born of Heaven — a cross! To the left, a globe without a cross, has " Vanitas " (vanity) inscribed upon it — though flowers and peacock's feathers, wreathed or Avaving over it, enrich it with all the gifts, wliile they sbadow it with all the curse of pride. But while the butterfly alights on the globe from which the cross has fallen ofl^, and makes it a butterfly-world — the scorn and loathing of noble spirits — there is seen beneath the picture, the form of a human heart supported on the arms of the cross — itself tlie key that opens the gate of life — while wreathed around both is a scroll that bears the inscription, " In criice qum ttita.^* In these words there is a truth expressed that has been coined out of the richest experience, of all the weary, worn, and heavy-laden, who have found peace in Christ. They assure us that "in the cross there is a safe repose." It is even so. Paul would glory in nothing else. Greek and Jew might exclude it from their creed; shallow experience and false philosophy might saw it oflf from theirs; but millions have sung, and millions still sing, "In the cross of Christ I glory " 3ip I I M > i' i I; I I g^ " And oh wiml a with-inij tlml tlefp 3>tall know At the p,al oj the. Jmlgmenl day." 4i AWAKE THOU THAT SLEEPEST AND CALL UPON THY OOD HILE Saul slept in his cave, David ontorotl, and cut off the skirts of his robo, instead of plunging liis spear into his breast. It was the act of a generous spirit, designed to remind his fue, that his Ufo had been in his power. But tho sleep of folly is not as safe, as that of the king of Israel. The intruders, that stand ready to break in upon it, are not all Davids. In this picture, we see man, represented under the foi-m of a weary child, lying down to reposo by the side of the thick-set hedge, and he has tho world for his pillow. Perhaps he dreams, and his fancies are reveling in an ideal world. His unstrung bow lies fallen by his side, and his loosened quiver has been laid by. Evidently all fear has been banished, and no apprehension of danger disturbs his repose. Far off, beyond the hedge are spacious fields, with groves and dwellings, and there, too, is a graveyard, with its mute memen- n, as A LIFE STUDY. toes of mortality, and its attestations to the reality of that cur^c oy which sin has blighted the world. Nearer by, yet all unob.,erved by the sleeper, the stealthy adder is winding himself iortli from his covert to seize the innocent bird, that has alighted or. a lowly branch. Yet the sleeper does not wake. Right before his closed eyes, a scene of brute tragedy is going forward. Another moment, and the serpent's cunning may have secured a victim. Another mo- ment and his burning glance may rest upon the sleeping child, and a nobler victim incite his assault. How significant the lan- guage of the warning scroll, latet hostis, ntia duels, "My enemy lies in ambush ; you are taking your ease." Aloft, perched upon a globe fashioned of a skull whose grinning features are turned toward the scene, a ccck crows his warning note. Why does not the sleeper wake? Fragrant flowers and gaudy butterflies, in- deed, are wreathed around the picture, but there, too, are thorns and briars, amid which the noisome bat finds shelter, and the deadly serpent is coiled for a fatal spring. But poppies are min- gled with the other flowers, and the danger is unlieeded where its opiate breath is felt. How true an emblem of that scene through which our daily paths wind ! Here are unconscious sleepers around us who have sunk to repose, with their heads pillowed on the world, or on what it has to give. They feel secure. Bow and quiver are laid by. They sleep, and in their sleep dream of danger. One listens to ghostly voices whispering, "Take thine ease; eat, drink, and be merry." Another meditates self-complacently, "Thou hast much goods laid up for many years." The world, too, the soul's pillow and support, is itself one huge opiate. Whoever rests upon it takes no thought of anything else, lays up no treasure in heaven, looks not to "things that are unseen and eternal," discerns no great adversary, no roaring lion, no lurking serpent, no prowling foe. ; '::\\i : A LIFE STUDY. S9 And yet this world is often seen to be almost like an eastern jungle, where tigers keep their lair, and venomous reptiles coil un- seen. It is no place for the soul to sleep, or to be off its guard. The path that leads through it is marked by scp.ttered bones, that tell where victims died, smitten by foes that gave uc warning they were near, and when the warning came from another source — as startling as that which reminded Peter that he had denied his Lord — it is often unheeded! Day by day, with sleepers who will not wake, though we shout in their ear, ITostis Met, "the enemy lies in ambush." The danger of the soul is greater than any that threatens the body. The rattlesnake gives warning before he leaps upon his victim. The hon roars till the echoing forests tell the story of his presence. The dark cloud gathers up its frowning folds before the lightning leaps out. But for the soul, the lightning sometimes seems to blaze forth from a cloudless sky. The rage of passion is curbed by shrewd calculation, and the tempter that wins his prize does it under the aspect of sociability and good fellowship, while the great adversary of souls winds his way into human hearts, as noiselessly and stealthily as into Eden, once, and he has taken full possession, before man is made aware of his presence, or the flo-.v- ers wither at his breath. I ■^ \§ k • j ii 1,1 1 'i Ii 1 Ii ■ Hut the place-it was fire from holiness, As the soul of the Infidel" -Coxa. ^::*^-^ ■BUT THE LIPS OF A FOOT, WILL SWALLOW UP HIMSELF THE BEGINNING OF THE WOI^DS OF HIS MOUTH IS FOOLISHNESS ■■-Solomon |HAT tills globo of ours goes spinning round and round under our feet, us it flies througli space, every well- taught Bchool-boy knows. But that this living world of feeling and fancy copies its example, and that meddling and mischievous fancies impel it, is not less obvious to tlio one who studies its fasliions. Here we see Cupid, with his unstrung bow and his neglected arrows, busied in a new capacity. He is whipping liis top, with a lash of scoi-pions attached to the leg of a crane for a handle, and his top is nothing less than the world itself, spinning in the midst of a marsh overgrown wath rushes. Meanwhile, the croaking frogs, allured by the spectacle, come up from their muddy retreats, and all-absorbed by interest in the exhibition, enjoy the sight. With evident wonder and surprise, they observe what is going on, and with philosophical 'I .III \m .1 : 1 limn m "If 4B fi LIFE STUDY. V. ' \ eedateness, meditate on the problem set before their eyes. Under the shadow of the old gigantic trees, the sport goes forward, and Cupid's feat ia the evident admiration of all his beholders. Whether he is moved to his effort by the simple love of mischief, or to gain the admiration of the citizen^ of the marsh, or whether he is impelled by both motives, he is still acting under the force of impulses which have a great sway in the world. The motto below, nig vertitur orhis, '* by these things the world is turned," is still true. If we suppose the hero of this great feat to be aspiring to make a sensation, his reward is the upturned faces, and the eager and surprised gaze of the surrounding spectators. Ho is setting forth the wisdom and aims of many a hero, who aspires after hu- man applause, heedless of its worthlessne^.s, and never considering what Pope has so elegantly expressed : " One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid Btarers, and of loud huzzas ; And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels, Than Caesar with a Senate at his heels." This busy world of human life, spinning on like a top from day to day, is driven, for the most part, by the lash and impulse of very vulgar passions. Its great men, its noisy men, are greedy of praise and fame, but it is the praise and applause of the unthink- ing and brutalized mass that they gain. Sensible men despise them, and the "fantastic tricks" they play before high heaven. The world whii'ls around under their lashings. Like Mavericks or Shaftesburies, they make or unmake kings. Like Bolingbrokes or Arnolds, they scheme treason, and display adroitness, or rash valor. Sometimes they take upon them the demagogue form, and then they are known as Wilkeses or Gobbets. But their reward — what is it ? Tlie admiration of frogs — the croaking of bewildered gazers ! All this is seen in the real world around us. The picture ex- hibits a folly that seems too shallow and contemptible for any rea- r- i 1 % LIFE STUDY. 43 sonable being to imitate, but it is not merely fanciful or fabulous: " Horops are much the same, the point's aerrecd, From Macedonia's madman to the 8wodi-." They arc simply making a top of the world, and they are spin- ning it for frogs to admu-e. While this game goes on, all the best interests of humanity suffer. On either border of the picture we see a vase bottom side up, to show that in these circumstances nothing useful will be gathered up or retained. Above, w? see a tomahawk, and a bow formed by the fold of a hissing serpent, symbols of the venom of passions that are let loose while the world's heroes spin their top, and feed upon the hollow admiration of the staring mob, on which they are just ready to trample. To gain an applause, which in more sober moods they must despise, they wield the scorpion lash, discourage honest and peaceful labor, and Uft aloft the symbols of discord and hate. J: M ■»" f; ;■? ,>n i 1 1 ,! t r r 1 ! 1 ■■' 1 * ''1 THIS IS THE VICTORY THAT OVERCOMETH THE WORLD EVEN OUR FAITH'— Paul. jE must siippose the radical form here presented to bo noth- ing less than the glory-encircled cliild of God's everlasting Covenant, the heir of the promise — the church incai'uatc ou earth, against which the gates of hell shall never prevail. Here we see it represented, as if in prophetic vision, returned triumphant from its great conflict with the prince of this world, and the powers of dark- ness. In a divine strength it has won the victory, and it comes back with its trophies. The divine halo is about its head, while in its left hand it holds a vanquished world, and in its right a spear. It stands upon the serpent, trampling it under its feet, while the spear pierces the body of the venomous reptile, and pins it fast to the earth. In vain does the latter try the power of his fangs upon the cold, sharp steel. He can neither free himself, nor harm his con- queror ; but only writhe in anguish, and die by inches. I 43 JL LIFE STUDY. The symbols of triumph are also seen above. The hope of im- mortality, like the butterfly at the spear's point, is fearless of what- ever may threaten or impend, while the globe encircled by its thorny wreath is held for Him who wore the crown of thorns. Below, we see the flags of victory, the banners of the church of God unfurled. The staff of each ends above in a barbed point, while one bears the symbol of the cross, and the other, the symbol of life from the grave. Under these banners, the victory is assured. The church must and shall triumph. Nay, it has triumphed already in the purpose of God, and on the page of prophecy. A strength from above is assured to it, and he who is "head over all things to the church" will not suffer it to be over- come. The world shall be subdued before it. " The old serpent " shall yield to its prowess, and wounded and ^vrithing, shall hurt and destroy no more. This is the glorious consummation to which the world's eager an- ticipation has looked forward. It has found expression in prophetic strains, and poetic numbers. Bard from bard has caught the burden of inspired prediction, adorning it with pecuUar fancies, but never destroying its identity. The golden age — it is felt — is yet to be : " Thu groans of Nftture in this nether world, ■Which heaven has heard for ages have an end." Indeed, these groans are themselves unconsciously predictive. The present pain and burden of human souls crushes out of them intense longings, that go up like prayer to heaven, for deliverance. Here and now, amid darkness and shadows, we feel and know that we need the dawn, though we should see no beams to herald it. " Hero every drop of honey hides a sting, Worms wind themselves into our sweetest flowers." Traveling the burning desert, we long for the cooling spring, and to the church of God the pathway, under a divine leadership, I! 'l;. I: 11- » A LIFE STUDY 47 18 opened. The longed-for rest, the final triumph, the conquest of the world, bringing every thought and passion to the obedience of Christ, is just at hand. It is even now before us. The power of evil shall be broken. The poison of the seri)ent shall hai-m no more. Under the unfurled banners of the cross, and of lifo and immortality brought to hght, the church sl.all win the victory, and triumph over every open and every secret foe. ^m 1:' ,/*"'""'% / '■ r'-A '• The ilnv ilnlh vhffr wlinl i» tlinlirst Till' fio.itii ill tirfds nijt and mnli-sl, III liiith t/ioii u-orh'.tl iiiilu the bf.d to his incessant task. Beneath is the spade, together with arrows, both illustrations of human experience. The spade seems a memorial of the sentence, "In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat thy bread," which the aiTows suggest, the character of a world, over which the prince of the power of the air exercises an usurped dominion, and in which his arrows fly thick and deadly. It is in such a world, that the soul is called upon to work out its own salvation with fear and trembling, persevering in its tasks, and patient under all strokes it A LIFE STUDY. S5 is callofl to bear. Let it do this, and the troubled brow shall bo wreathed in sunshiuo. Tears and sweat shall be alike wiped away. The light of everlasting blessedness shall dawn upon it, and all its toils ended, and its trials passed, it enters upon its gracious reward, and experiences the truth of the infalhble assurance, "He that goeth forth weeping, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless return again with rejoicing — bringing his sheaves >vith him." I ■:-.. 1 ! I \:\ « ri ! ■- I t I ' . I m i HELP, LORD. FOR J.'IEU OF FAITH F/IIL. j|HIS is the victory that overcometh the world, evon our faith." So wrote one of the most venerable war-worn vet- erans of Christ's sacramental host, nearly eighteen centu- ries ago. By the same divine energy, by which the soul conquers the world witliin, does it subdue and control the world without. That energy finds its human expression in "the power of faith"— the faith that " wrought righteousness, stopped the mouths of Uons, quenched the violence of fire, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the ahens." Such was the faith by which ten righteous men might have saved Sodom, such the faith by -which believers are the light of the world and the salt of the earth, such the faith that leavens the whole measure of meal, or from a feeble mustard seed expands into a tree in the branches of which the birds of heaven may lodge. There is no blow more fatal in its design to all the best in- terests of men, than that which is aimed at a living faith in God. All the conservative influences of social morals are to this faith, I^H I: • ;|i:;.l k p III" i! ea ■4 LIFE STUDY. hilt as tho sheaves of Joseph's brethren to Joseph's sheaf. They all bow down and pay obeisance to it. Take away the vital ele- ments of a Christian faith, and society will bo a carcass without a heart. It will become carrion for the worms and maggots of in- trigue and corruption to revel in. This is the truth that is pictured in tho emblem. There is Faith, that was wont to soar, sinking with clipped wings to the earth. Here and there wo see falUng portions of her mutilated pinions. The sword that, wielded by some invisible foe, has done the mischief, has not altogether triumphed itself. It has fallen on the cross that supports the globe ; its point is broken off, and it is blunted forever. Meanwhile the world has taken upon it a more beastly nature. It is putting forth bones and the cloven hoof. Between the horns is a human heart, consuming away in flame. All nature feels the curse that attends upon weakened faith. The fields become waste and desolate. From above the hea(^ 3 of ravening monsters, with open jaws, show an eagerness to waste and devour, while a darkened world pierced with arroAvs, shows the fate that confronts human prospects. On tho right, beneath what should be the crown of justice, and is still the symbol of supreme authority, a serpent is entwined around the sword, from whose point the drops of blood fall, indicating that a serpentine cimning or intrigue en- tangles and impedes the use of that instrument, by which justice is executed. On the left, the cross is seen, with the spikes that shall support it or pierce its victim ; above it, indeed, a crown of stars, but around its upright part a wreath of thorns, indicating that it has become more repulsive and obnoxious than ever. Beneath, tlie face of a horrid monster, in the stealthy glance of whose eyes we discern a satanic cunning and maUoe, glares out upon us, and wreathed around it are the thorns and thistles that suggest the curse which his presence invites. 1: I J m A LTFE STUDY. «{> All this is the cliro result of the injury done to foith. Justice has been weakened ; violence has been encouraged ; the cross has been made more reinilsivo; and Satan has been loosed. Those clipped wings are the secret of the tragedy. Behilitata fiden, terras Astrca rcliqmt. "Faith has become powerless ; Astrea (the goddess of justice) has left the earth." Cause and effect are thus coupled together. Put the hand of violence on Faith, and you oppose the very vitals of the world's moral life. Without faith, it sinks to the level of corruption and violence. Without faith, it invites the doom of a Sodom. Clip the wings of faith, and human hope can no longer soar, for it mounts on the winga of faith. ■f^'\ Light and ilarknftt, life, and dtalh, Slrit't within : each feehlf breath U'aiti, the issue, IMp, O Thou Who art life— to Thee 1 bow. .ilHil ! q '•I WILL BEHOLD THY FACE 'IJ I^raHTEQUSNESS.''-PB xvii. 15. |ENEATII, we see the same lesson pictured forth, biit with addititional significance. Here a guide-board under the figure of a cross, symbolizing a crucified Redeemer, is the central object, while on the right is Lux, the "light," and on the left is T''it(i, or the " life." Light and life are the soul's need, but the cross is Via, or "the way" to them. By this, it has access to all which a cross-bearing Redeemer has to bestow upon the soul he died to redeem. He becomes himself its portion. " In Him is life, and the life is the light of men." Here the emblem of the life immortal is presented full and distinct, for now the light falls, not on the tables of the law, but on the cross. The lost soul needs Christ, and the mourning soul needs the restored light of his countenance. Its experience makes it bear his departure, or the eclipse of his beams. Again and again, it is forced to exclaim, " Thou art my way, I wander it thou fly ; Thou art my light; if hid, how blind am I ; Thou art my life; if thou withdraw, I die." It is in the soul's calm repose upon Him as its all-sufficient helper, that it rejoices and triumphs. His love and sympathy, his wisdom and grace, his life and death, his finished work, as at once mt i , ■;! '3 i; t hi es Jl LIFE STUDY. i t, '■:! f-:st tho Great Ilij^h Priest nml atoninpf saorifice — those gladden the soul Avith Hght from heaven, aud restore it to Ulb aud joy. "Dark iiti'l cIicitIphkIh llie morn, If tliy liglit is hill truiii viuw ; JuyI>'H8iii thu ilay'H ri'lurn, Till thy 111 rcy'H braniit 1 »ct — • 'I'll! tlicy iiiwunl llt[li iinpnrt, I'euca and gliidiiuHH to luy bcurt. " Visit then this soul of mine, Plcrco thu ^looni of Bin and grief ; Fill mo. Radiancy divinu : Scatter all my unbcliuf ; More and more thy self display, Shining to thu purfuct day.' There aro times when the renewed soul is loft to walk in dark- ness. Even then, however, it will testify as tho poet Cowper did, when someone objected to him, "your rehgion makes you gloomy." "No," replied he, "it is the want of reUgion." When a sense of God's love possesses the soul, and it lives in sweet conscious har- mony with hun, the very earth seems to reflect back upon its in- ward peace, the grass aud flowers are clotho'i in new beauty, and the soul enters upon an experience, like that which President Edwards has so beautifully described as his own. But there are times when the divine Ught is withdrawn. It is as if the sun was echpsed. A gloom gathers over the face of the world, and the soul feels the oppression of it. This experience is here pictured in emblem. We see one around whose head is a divine halo, and who is indeed a child of God, yet the great heart of Infinite love is partially ecUpsed by the world, from which in- deed he has turned away, which half conceals it from view, and leaves liim to walk in a twilight so deep that the stars come out from the darkened heavens. Saddened and doAvncast, he puts one hand to his eyes, at once to cover his tears, and to shut out the gloom of surrounding nature, while the other hand is unconsciously thrust backward, as if to indicate the source of his grief. The dark A LIPE STUDY. 03 world is interposed between him and "the light of liis coun- tenance." Above, wo see a perpetual Eoman lamp, the tables of the law, and the emblem of the resurrecvion to life. We are reminded of the sacred words— fit counsel to the downcast soul walking in dark- ness. "The commandment is a lamp; and the law is light, and reproofs* of instruction are the way of life." The law of God— the word— is a lamp to the foot of the Christian pilgrim, and guided by it he is brought to Him who is "the Eesurroction and the Life." Yet it is to be noted, that while the light of the Old Testament falls full on the tables of the law, the hope of immortality- which be- longs emphatically to the New— is left obscured in the shadow. '\ tmMtt Kiirlh'if firitle it Ul;f Ih' pnsnitty Jlnirn; Which rpringt to fall, aud bl(iisnm.i but tn ilif. Ki rCR WHO KUOWETII V/HAT 10 OOOD FOR MAN IN THIS LIFE. All. THE at is ^aiu and worthless, for the rough earth on wliich it stands appears repulsive, and does not invite its gaze. Yet its true wisdom is symbolized by what we see above, a l)lindfoldpu eye. It should make it its con.stant prayer, " Turn away my eyes from beholding vanity." There is no other safety for it. It ij through the eye that tlie infection of sin takes effect. The image of vanity or guilty pleasure is born into the soul, and excites its passions and poisretBd. A glanco at the background, whore the luxuriant foliage of an Edea is displayed conlirnis thn impression already made. We see the tempter before his nature had become known, graceful in his every movement, and displaying on his mottled skin what might attract, rather than repel the inexperienced eye, while he seems generously to offer the beautiful fruit, which he holds in his own mouth to the acceptance of others. His very attitude speaks. It s.^ems to say, "Partake along with mo." Yet see his entire length, every muscle is drawn to its utmost in pressing the very life out of that heart. He is kilUng the heart, yet offers a gift. Thus, the hospitality of the serpent is a delusion. "While he speaks, he is coihng himself more closely around a hmnan heart. He is making himself more sure of hia victim. He has intruded n ' fid A LIPE STVLY. JiH! into the sphoro of poocoful innocence. Nature blooms all around him. Ho repose.s amid the grass and flowers of a Paradise, tut ho is tliuro as a traitor, and a human heart, above all things else, is his chosen victim. It is ever thus with many forms of evil. Tliey glide stealthily along, gracefully and noiselessly as the serpent. They steal upon us in the hour of unsuspecting repose. Tlioy come when nature is wreathed with flowers, or fragrant with perfume. They ofibr a tempting bait with large promise. They whisper of life when they moan only death. They present us ^vith what seems an apple, but is only a scorfjion's egg. How many thousands have thus fallen victims to their own over-fond confidence! Tho Avliispered voice of warning — "you eat to die" — has been unregarded. The false counsellor has been be- Uevcd, while tho true one has been unheeded. Tho soul has trusted to show and pretence. It has been destroyed before it was awaro. Cheated by plausildlities, it has lost all — it has lost itself. Turning again to the picture we s(ie it fringed with a border rich in emblems. There is no Eden visible now. Its only remain- ing memorials are tho quick Avithering loaves that wreathe about the memorials of sin and death. Above, we see a globe that like a seed of death sends forth, with withering leaf and transient butter- fly, the worm (serpent) that dieth not, with its skeleton head. On tho right, a barbed arrow is the fishing rod from wliich depends, with its skeleton float, the lino that carries tho deadly hook wath serpent (worm) bait to the innocent tenants of tho waters. To the left, a solvent is seen coiling around tho tree that supports the globe, and hiding his head in tho foliago which half shrouds it. Beneath, tho grand circle of human experience, encompasses flesh- less human bones and skull, while winged dragons, witli arrowy tongues, prowl above it, watching the opportunity to break in and sate their vampire appetite. mi . A LIFE STUDY. G"* :i': i All this ig deeply significant of tlio necossaiy results of the tempter's success. In coiling around one human heart, he coiled lumself around the world. Hence the Latin motto-7W,« nnmdu. ,n maL,no-,mU lii,no-.posltas est "The whole world has boon placed in the wicked one," or-with the play upon the word, which the change of a single letter allows-" upon the tree of evil."* This is what has come of his Eden triumph. The lust of the eye and of the appetite has issued in death. A whole race feel the effects. There is a serpent amid the flowers. There is a seq)ent's guile in the fisher's hook. But death is evoiy^vhore. All forms tliat we behold in living nature are wasting to skeletons. The flowers that cari,et our path as we walk tlio green earth, are root<'d in graves. On every side we are taught, "There is a way that seemetli right to a man, but the ends thereof are the ways of death." Well for the race, had this moral of Eden been m<.re diligently studied. 'Mali also means of the apple. ii'i li ! Ft m ■p. If 5 ''' ; a^'i^i^^. Thf chfek may br titigfU wilU a warm, sunny smiU, ( ^J I Tho' the. cold heart to ruin runs darkly the. while. J f THEHE U^A ^VAYTHATaKEMETH niOHT ITNTO A „AN Urr~ '^UF F-NDTHEHEOPla g^EATH.--Pr.^„, ONomne quod hie micat, aurum e.sf, "Not all wl.i.h flitters here U gold." This picturo illustrato8 thut truth. A youth trickocl out iu finery, v-ith crosses for ornauieuts on his dress, with httle worlds f.-r eamn.^.., a world depondin-. fro,n his bosom, and a world fa.stoninj,. his girdle, is making an "xhihi- tion of what ho prizes and esteems. In ono hand ho holds a pinch- beck watch, and in the other a rattle. Gay flower.s-ponpios which indicate the stupefying effect of worldly influenccs-aro bloomin^r before him, while a rook, ludicrously tricked out with ostrich feathers, is strutting forth to parade them, by his sid., ; and iu the background, the mean cottage from which ho liimself si.rnng. The bordering of the picture is hung all around with mock jewels. Above, a richly-ornamented crown, surmounted by a globe, lias wings attached to it, to show how easily it may s(,ar away from tho grasp of ambition. Above it, attached to it, and to another, by a cord, are winged worids and ornaments, ready ono ro ■ :fe study. also to fiy iiloft and boar it away. Ou tho right is an overcrowdod l)urK)», rent by tho wciglit of its coutonts, which aro falUng out and loosisly h('attt>ring thj'uiaolvos ovor a rich bo(juot of withering flowers. Below thc'so aro c-ards — among them, tho jack of dia- inondH, ttvcrlyiiig tlio aco of licarts, tho heart upon which is pierced through witli an arrow, indicating tho retribution of tho gambler's vice. On tho loft, wo 800 a (!a.sk, spilhng its treasures from tho open bung, a symbol of worldly actjuisitions wasting away, and spilling themselves beyond tho liopo of a recovery. Below this is a coin on which tho falso world has stampcMl a Ciosar's iumge, and tho super- Bcriptiou which Bignifios, " Mammon, tho lord of tho world." Beneath, a human head, with littlo worlds of its idolatry clinging to it, holds attadied to it by its own magnetism a jewelUnl and orna- montod globe, whilo tho inscription which rebukc;s its fond imagin- ings, is i)assed through a ring that supports it, and presents us with the motto that rebukes its folly. It is thus that ornament and splendor, toys and fmory, capti- vate tho heart, and oveu wliilo tho cards aro shufned, it is pierced by tho arrow of falso pleasure. Tho soul is nuide tho victim of de- ceitful shows and pageants. It is taken by glitter. It breathes the odor of poppies. It is kept in countenance by pcacock-foather display, and tawdry ornamentation. It is entertained by the music of its own rattle. It sees Ca)sar's face on tho world's coin, and does not discern that it is mammon's counterfeit. It may look upward, but tho riches and splendor of tho crown hide from view tho wings that would convey it away. But the almost empty cask, tho ruptured jmrso, and tho arrow-piorcod heart, teach another lesson. Tho tinsel of life will wear off. The pageantry and splendor are a hollow show. The world is " A paintcJ cask, but nothing in't, Nor wealth, nor plfUBUro." A l:p'J3 study 01 All that it coTitainH, Rpills nn. Such, ia the truth inwrought in the deepest experience of tlie renewed soul. It learns to distrust itself. It is forced to confess its own weakness and insufficiency. It is like Pilgrim working his way through tho Slough of Despond, or climbing the Hill Diffi- culty, or called to inv)et Apollyon. It is sometimes scarcely able to stand alone. It is troubled by its own doubts, or unmanned by its own fears. It looks to its natural resources, or leans upon them, in vain. They are a broken staflP in its hands, from which it turns away to God, exclaiming in the low:iaess, and yet the strength of faith, "Thy rod and thy staff, they coinfort me." Here indeed ia the soul's help — its all-sufficient help. With ita eye on heaven, it walks in the light of God. It is drawn onward to every duty, and sustained in it by a divine energy. It is no longer intermittent in effort. With its eye on the prize, it presses onward to the work. Feeble as it is in itself, it is strong while it pours forth the petition, " While Jlfe'B dark maze I tread, And griefs around me upread, Bo tliou my guide." / ZJITE STUDY. j^^, Or at another rrics out, " May thy rich (m»co Impnrt HtronKth to my f»lntln^ heart. My zeul limplru." Thus (loos tho (larlcnosa vanish in tho dawning light of God's smile, and, in tlio conscious wouknoss of tho soul, God's strength is mado perfect in its woakncss. It has boon taught to look away from itself to a great and almighty helper, and it has found in hin. a supply for its many wants, and a strengtU for its every weak- uoss. ml 'is^l 1 1 The lapse of time and riversare the same— Doth speed their jmininj with a restless stream : The silent pare with which they steal away, yo wealth can bribe, nor prayers persuade to stay. CUT :.1E NOT Om'T' Ii: THE MlQST OF UY Q)AYS. E have here a picture of hunmn life, and its uncertain tenure. A suppliant, kneeling in prayer, on a stool sup. ported by what synibohzes the tweuty-four hours of the day, holds, balanced upon his head, a cross-surmounted dial, on which the hours of his life's day are registered. The skeleton hand of death is stretched out to grasp the dial and take it away, forbid- ding any further registry, or writing a mme, menr, where other reg- istry should be. The suppliant bogs for more time. He pleads that on that dial as yet the registry is only from iv to viir, and begs that ho may be spared to make out his brief day. He seems to say, " cut me not off in the midst of my years." We may gather from the emblem above what his feehngs are. There is a clock, which the cross-surmounted world shows to be the clock which indici.tes the feelings of our common lunnanity. The houi'-hand is still near twelve, and the nunute-hand is but just at one, while the pendulum, with a human heart for its weight, in- aic;.te3 that the clock is the clock to which the soul of the suppUant, with its aspirations and its fears, its hopes and its memories, keeps • i yes 4 LIFE STUDY time. Evidently, it feels that it has just begun to live. The first hour of its allotted time consciously has not passed. Beneath, we see a winged hour-glass, which explains the mys- tery. This denotes the rapid flight of time. Where nature, with her clock-work of revolving worlds and suns, strikes hours, the spirit's consciousness only registers minutes. Time flies too rapidly to be realized. While it seems yet to be here, it is gone, and out of sight, " We take no note cf f.iiae, but by its Iosb." One measure of time needs to be continually re-adjusted, and we can only re-adjust it by noting its loss. Tb new year comes upon us, as if only a month had fled. No wonder the soul, surprised, almost before it had begun to live, is a suppliant for years to come. At first, it chided the linger- ing of the tardy months and days. But, ere long, it finds that consciousness could not keep pace with them and now it needs time to correct the errors of time abused, " When first our infant yearj* lire told, It seems lilie pastime to grow old ; But as we count tlic ebining links That time around ua weaves so fast, How very little do we think, How tight the chuin will press at last." * The skeleton hand often comes before the dial-plate is half- encircled by the registered hours. But no supplication can aiTest it. It comes not unbidden. If life's work is not done then, it never can be done. If the clock of human feehng indicates only noinutes instead of hours, or days instead of years, it is in part be- cause the heart-weight of the pendulum has been hung too low. It needs to be adjusted anew, and a prayer wiser than that of the suppliant in the emblem, is that of the Psalmist, who, thousands of years ago, exclaimed, " So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom." ,1 ■ ■ THEI^E BE MANY THAT SAY. WHO WILL SHOW US ANY GOO(D ' iOfl®, LIFT THOU UP THE LIGHT OP THY COUNTENANCF. ■UPON US. •■-'David. ATUEE has its stars, but Revelation its sun. One is identified with our fears and apprehensions ; the other with our hopes. Here M^e see the trembling spirit, in the night-time of i+s experience. Its path has led it to a stream which it must cross, and already it stands shivering and afirighted in the cold waters. The bow has already fallen from its hands. The darkness is all around it, and only the beams of a taper, inserted in a fools-cap instead of a lantern, and elevated upon a pole, serve to enlighten its way. Around the pole is a chain, with little trinkets attached, the childish ornament which folly binds as orna- ment around the support of all its hopes. Above, we see a lighted candle, with a moth fluttering near it, and in danger of being consumed in its blaze. The candle, with its feeble beams, is but the light of human reason, just bright enough to be an attraction to fluttering fools, but too dim to create a day. Unlike the sun of revelation, which enlightens the world. 110 4 LIFE STUDY. I I and from which no danger is to be feared, even for the most deli- cate wing, it exists rather to make darkness visible, and to expose the folly of those who make it their trust. Beneath, wo see a plant with its luxuriant leaves, striking down its massive root, and clasping, showing us how the soul in darkness will lay hold of whatever comes in its way, and wrap itself around the feeblest support, if it can find no other. What the soul of man needs most is the light of a divine presence. In this picture, we discern the troubled and fearful look with which it contemplates its own condition. Standing shiv- ering in the chill waters, it knows not which way to turn. It justly scorns the taper light which fools admire, turns away its face from it, and seems unconsciously to be crying out after God. We feel that we can almost gather the burden of its fears and hopes, and seem to hear its .words, indistinctly uttered : " Is tho dream of nature flown 1 Is the universe destroyed? Man extinct, and I alone. Breathing through the formlesB void t " No; my soul, in God rejoice ; Through the gloom His light I see ; In the silence hear his voice, And his hand is over me." The soul, as here symbolized, is at least on the eve of such experience. Cast down by its own anxieties and fears, it is assured of the compassion and help of One who is mighty to save. His presence, to the eye of faith, will chaoe away the shadows of the night, and introduce the dawn of an eternal day. It L? upon His help that the soul must rely. Without this, it can onl}- press on, to sink in the deep waters. No light of genius, or of vain mirth, can cheer or guide it. Untiided reason, when it attempts the task, is only like a taper, with a fools-cap for its lantern. It mocks a hope that reaches forth toward immortality. .-I l:fs ctudy 111 It deludes that instinctive aspiration of the sin-huniblod, self- revealed Bpirit, that asks after the clear liglit of truth, and the eternal word on which it may repose. Earthly natures may cleave to earth, may twine the roots of their passions about porisli- ing tilings that can funiish it no nutrinuMit, and but a fooblo sup- port; but the soul that has been taught by the spirit, can never bo satisfied till it can rest on the rock of ages, and feel assured that God himself will be at once its eternal refuge and unchanging light. i Joy is vain vuihout thy breath, Kindling li/i: when all was death. hUT AG IT IS V/RITTEIJ. EYE HATII NOT fJEEIl. NOR EAR HEARD, NEITHEI^ HA VE ENTEHElf, coii/fsfing "!'!//rai!ly,asa crra/nre nf,.ie clay, 'd in the dying sod bihoUl (he emblem Of life immnrtiil cradled in decay. ! " YET THE LORD THINKETH UPON y.K —'Dama.. |N the calm still night, with only tho stars visible above it and with its feet on the cold, rough earth, a meditative spirit is seen, reflecting upon its own destiny. In its right hand, is a miniature human statue, exquisitely wrought, and in the ether, the graving chisel with which it has executed its work. Wherein— the human inquirer seems to ask— wherein a.- I superior to the work of my own hands? I, too, am fashioned out of the dust. My form is perhaps less symmetrical and perfect than that which I have MTought, and it may even sooner, perhaps be doomed to perish. Is it that I have life ? So have beasts and birds? and some of these range free, where I am confined within bounds. How, then, am I better than they ? The question cannot be answered till the soul becomes con- scious of itself and its endowments, as well as of its filial relation to its Maker. The image reflects the artisan's skill, but not the divine likeness. The bird may know its season, and construct its nest with the utmost reach of sagacity ; but though fed by an unseen jfi LIFE STUDY. benefactor, it can only thank him with its unconscious song. It is not so with man. The broad leaves and the green earth map themselves on his eyeball, with a meaning and beauty wliich the soaring eagle never discerns. He is God's child, and may know and love Him, and at the same time, share this love. He can enter into holy communion with his Father and his God, and even in the degradation of his prodigal wanderings, his soul, in refusing husks, testifies how it thirsts and hungers after God. But one of the most important truths which the soul should bear in mind, is that of the frailty of all things on earth. The urn beneath, on which we read the word, argillu, " clay," is a remem- brance of man's origin and destiny, as the tenant of a feeble and perishing body. If tempted to pride, if allured by fancies which paint before his eyes cheating images of the future, if disposed to build and rest upon the vain promise of to-morrow, he need only turn his eye to the old funereal urn which holds the ashes of earthly greatness, or to the grassy m( und that now covers, with its tame verdure, a form that was once almost adored. The lessons of urn and mound, are lessons which the soul needs to humble it, to bring down aU its high thoughts, and teach it in all lowliness to seek a life which does not own the grave for a boundary, and soars on the wings of immortal hope far above clay and urn. It is true, man's skill may fashion the statue. It may carve the marble till it glows with the eloquent expression of thought and passion, but it cannot put the glow of a divine life on the fea- tures of the soul. That is the work only of the divine artist, and when it is done, the soul may triumph in the thought, that though the handiwork of its skill may outlast tho body, and though the century oak may spread its branches over the crumbling hand that planted it, the soul, living the new life of faith in the Son of God, shall triumph in the doom of a dissolving earth and blazing heavens. And farlhbjpridf is like the passing flo,..,. That springs to /all, and blossoms but to die ; 'Tis as the tow'r erected on a cloud, Baselestand sill;,, as the schoul-boy's dream. yE SHALL BE '-.r-i =-nr> ^-.^ ^ . r,^ i^.v. u iO ^.Qj^ -v^s GARDENS YE HA VE CHOSEN. |HE world is a Proteus in the variety of shapes which it assumes. To one it seems a puradiso, all the paradise that ho desire.; to another, disappointed, disgusted, an.l overtaken by sorrow or angui.h, it is a hollow mockery. Even carnal pleasure, that had idolized it once, learns at length to contemn it and denounce it as a cheat. Here we see the different worlds of pleasure, of ambition, of taste and display-the worlds of sense, m which many live and move, and have their being-represented as immense eggs, within the cavifaes of which are concealed, ready to break forth, serpent fonns, Hke that which is seen reax^ng its horrid form aloft, and g anng with savage mien and forked tongue. It is intubated plainly that the object of the soul's perverse idolatry is the hollow shell that conceals a venomous and deadly foe. This, however is not known or suspected, till the broad beam of light from heaJen comes down and manife.sts the world as it is, piercing throuo-h it and making it so manifest, that even carnal pleasure, seated nenr by, made helpless by the very hmnner in which it is tricked out cannot bear the sight Unable to walk or stand, by reason of its' ISO A LIFE CiTUDY ornaments becoming its bonds and fetters, it is also blinded by the glare of the light that exposes the vanity of its idols, and so it sits, bent forward, helpless, humiliated, covering its face with its hands, and estranged completely and forever from its former joys. But that which fills carnal pleasure with terror and despair, appears far different to the eye of faith. The believing soul contemns what the other has idolized, and when the beam of light comes down from heaven, all earthly things molt away and are dissolved in its blaze. It looks up to its great source, the Sun of Righteousness, and it sees no earthly interest or worldly splendor any more. The only thing whiih intervenes to intercept or moderate the intensity of its blaze, is the cross, which presents its shaded side to the eye. This serves, as we see bolow, as a veil, to temper a light which mortal weakness could not endure to approach and behold. It is tho humanity <>f the sufferer on the cross that veils the glory of his divinity so that mortal vision can endure it. The cross fixes tho eye, and while the soul's gaze rests upon it, the glory of the infinite One ia interpreted to human weakness, and, instead of overpowering and appalling, lights up the cross with its own splendor, and makes it a guideboard in the heavenly way. Such is the contrast between carnal pleasure and the behoving soul. One ia dazzled by the blaze that exposes the hollowness of its hopes. The other ia attracted, enlightened, and pointed heaven- ward by the broad, glorious beam. One sees the serpent ; the other the cross. One sinks ashamed and confounded in the midst of its idolatries, the other looks up to heaven, and forgets all the vanity of a world which it can only despise. One is helpless in the bonds of its own ornaments. The other is only emancipated from all the bondage of darkness by the light that exposes all the hollow idolatries of the world. //"/'■ /.'/.'' a rnrilinl, iiiiinn'uC, Ihnuijh ulrnng, Jltui\i In (irt at once innitiriU^ and si'rrnis ; Anr iHiikfs MiniHii/ his wisilom for /tin Joij.t. WHICH IICPK -.VE HAVE AS AH ANCHOR rp THE SOUL. FOTH rUFB AND STEADFAST '~n-,u' ^OEACE, in momomblo Hiips, Inis skotchorl the noblost character of wliic'h he could form a coiicoption. .IiiBliim et tcnnccm pi-opoRlli vii-iiin.* But tlioro is a lofty grandeur which lins been witnessed in eonneotion with a religion he would have despised, to which his ideal was altogether inferior. One of the most forcible and just lines of Young asserts "TheCliilsiinnlHtlie liiifliput style of ninn. and the truth has been vindicated in chapters of human experience, which sometimes melt to tears, and sometimes inspire to lieroio self- denial. We have the Christian ideal here presented to view, and we see the support on which it rests. We witness a countenance * Tho mnn juBt and unyielding in purpose. ISO A l:fs study which bears upon it the Btniiip of jjurity, (nihii Horonity, olovatod purpose and inward peaoo. Tho soul is Uj^ured leaning upon an anchor, and we know what that anchor is. It is tho houI's Buro and steadfast hopo, tho cross, with its base expanded to lioUl fast when all else is driven or torn by the storm, llosting upon it, with the eye of faith lifted to heaven, the soul muy bo indiUbr- ent to oil external things. Flowers may bloom around it, or tho rough earth and the shapeless rocks may fonn its prospect, but it looks beyond them all, beholding a spiritual firmament where tho sun never sots, and the clouds gather not, while beneath is a bloom that is blasted by no frost, and that covers no grave. Above «re see the anchor again, but now M-ith its cable made fast to it, and so coiled that it pictures to us human hearts, which it unites together by a more than telegraphic communion. That, on which the individual heart reposes, furnishes a common basis for the communion of kindred hearts. But the enduring nature of the Christian's security, as ho leans upon his anchor, is symbolized below. There is the rock, lifting itself proudly aloft, above the fierce and raging billows, mocking their fierce assault by its steadfast strength. Let them chafe and foam as they will, they can make no impression upon it. Deep fixed on a basis, invisible and far beneath, it challenges all their ftiry, and survives all their violence. So it is with the soul, resting on Him who is the only foxmda- tion; established upon an invisible support, which underlies tho chongiu^r surface and raging waves of this sea of life. Supported by this, it challeu^jes the tribute, " On the Bock of Agc-a founded, What con abake thy sure repose t " Indeed it experiences the truth of these wonderful words, " This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith." A I IFR aruDY 7.v; Tn the words of that quaint old mastor o*" omblems, the poet QutirloH: " No hope (IpooItor It, nrwl tio donht dlvldci It : No KTlof dlMturh* It, nnd no error guldcii It; No good contomn« It, nnd no virtue blames It; No Kullt condumnn It, and no folly nhamcs It; No Hloth ItcHotR It, and no liiHt IntlirnlU It; No dcorn iiffll> t» It, and no |Jol»on i;all« it; It Ih aciiMkt't of immortal life, An Ark of IVucd." Fnith in tlio oriuiifiod Ono lifts it above the world, giw- il communion with hoavon, n.akes its life a walk with God, so that all n.ituro is subdued into tribute to its welfare, and present afflictions become light, as they work out its future glory. '^m ^ T/ius reason huirns by sloiv degrees W'lial faith rereaLt ; but still cumplains Of intellectual pains, And darkness from the exuberant light. Ih ^r^ ~)^ A • HAVING THE UN'DEPSTANQIlINa •■ AS FOR THE LiClHT OF MINE EYES. THAT ALSO IS GONE EJ^OM JHRIST'S cross owes its glory to the illuminating beams of tho heart of infinite lovo. Wherever these come, it is "radiant. That heart is the orb that pours its light alike on the cross and the renewed soul. Around it, as around the sun, we see the rainbow-hued circles of light, with that more distant halo which quenches the stars within its sphere. Looking upon the cross, we can see its edge lit up, just where the radiance of this heart falls upon it. Elsewhere there is shadow, mystery, but mystery, that in the full noon-day of eternal light will all vanish away. But sometimes the cross presents its dark side to us, or, rather, we place ourselves in such a way that the light of the great heart of love is obscured, and then, while we are in the shade, the cross to us is shadowed also. We may even sit down beneath it ; we may still, perhaps, be leaning against it. It may yet be unspeak- i4d A LIFE STUDY. ably precious to us, and if we have ever exclaimed with the apostle, " God forbid that I should, glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ," we have no disposition to recall the words. We have experienced the blessed power of that cross, too frequently and too deeply, ever to doubt it or call it in question. And yet, perhaps even the cross seems shadowed to us, and we ourselves are shadowed beneath it. There are difficulties, fears, anxities, troubled luusingE;; inexplicable providences, and our pros- pect is obscured and dim Why? Because wo do not so place ourselves, as to look through the cross or beyond it, and see that heart of love which lends to it all its lustre, and in a moment can chase away the last shadow of fear from the soul. Have we then ceased to be God's cliildren, because the bright- ness of our prospect is dim, and the cross has not that surpassing lustre which, to our eyes, it had worn before ? " Look above, and the question is answered. There is the sheep, but there is no shepherd to be seen. Is it lost ? has it been abandoned ? No ! The shepherd's crook ia by its side, and the flag waves from its top, and when that crook rests, and that flag waves, nothing, not even the weakest and the feeblest, can be lost. The shepherd is not far away. The wandering sheep has but to see that flag from far, and hasten to it, and it will be found of him when it would find itself. What the crook and the flag are to the shepherd, that the cross is to Christ. It is the symbol of his near- ness as well as of his power. It is by no means in vain that the soul ia left at times to walk along a shadowed way. It may need a discipline which is thus most wisely administered. Looking below we see the butterfly feeding upon fruit, that has fallen from the branches of the tree above it. It is in the shade, and yet it is feeding on what will minister to its life and strength. So it is with the soul's immortal hope. It may sometimes be overshadowed, and overshadowed, too, A LIFE STUDY. 247 by tJie y of life, and whUe thus overshadowed be feeding on the richest food, be gathering new sixength and life and joy It n.av not be left deserted, but led through darkness to more glorious hght, to a higher pla^e, to a purer blessedness. "DarknesB is but the bordering of ight, Tlie lino which ^how8 the son! where It may pass From night lo noon. It is tlic veil, which rent, Ab ,t shall be, the pearly gates stand ajar, And love, with beckoning hand, invites to enter. 1->S^) I.KA '^mSSS INTO THEIR r^OULr HEN one feeds and thrives, another will starve. The fuod of a sensual is the poison of a spiritual nature. Tliiri is illustrated in the diverse effect produced upon the two diverse characters, to whom the world is here seen to offer liei- breasts. One of these, with unreflecting eagerness and a greedy appetite, drinks in nourishment, and the rounded and obese form which he presents, shows how well he thrives. He is sensualism incarnate. He is of the earth earthy. All higher aspirations ar« smothered and stifled under the load of flesh. He seems to enjoy the serene composure of a swine at his trough. He has his pleas- ures, but they are the pleasures of a brute. la the other character, we discover another nature. Even iiw his misery, the lingering stamp of original nobleness is seen. Hi.s worn and wasted wings, his shriveled limbs, his meagre, pain- marked features, and all the negUgence of his dress and hair, be- speak the presence within him of a conscious need, and a conscious i 160 4 LIFE STUDY. misery, such as coarse and carnal natures never know. He is ca- pable of something more than sensual suffering as well as sensual joy- To both, the world yields abundantly from her full breasts. But the taste of one, more gross than that of the other, allows him to apply his lips directly to the fountain. The other would gather up the flowing stream that he may leisurely drink, but he has nothing in which to receive it, but the sieve, through which of course it passes, flowing into the open mouth of a tunnel that con- ducts it into the earth. If the outflow was less abundant, perhaps he too might apply his lips, and overcoming his fastidiousness, en- joy to some extent, at least, the food offered him. But the very abundance is such, that like one sated at a feast, he revolts from fuller indulgence, and pines for very plenty. Thus the motto is verified, inopeinme copiafecit^ "abundance has made me poor." Glancing at the bordering of the picture, we see above an ex- quisitely-carved cross, firmly planted on an elevated pedestal, by the side of which are two cornucopias, representing worldly abun- dance, pouring forth their heterogeneous store, as flowers and thorns, fools-caps, and bones and skulls, while between them a full globe is discharging its superabundant fullness upon a human heart, that yet does not receive or retain a single drop. Beneath, we see a himian heart, with crab-hke claws, grasping greedily, but grasping only the air, thus indicating the eager thirst of the human soul, to possess something which it can neither see nor define. All this is for the instruction and admonition of those who de- pend for sustenance on the breasts of the vrorid. If already bru- ..taUzed, their Eensual nature may obtain its appropriate indulgence ; but if the original instincts of the angel still linger, all this world's treasures, poured from its cup of plenty aire only flowers and thorns, fools-caps and skeletons. The soul is not fed by means of pampered appetites. It is famished at a Dives' table. The very A LIFE STUDY. 151 excess provided for its gratification fills it with loathing. It wastes away amid abundance, which its better thoughts and feelings for- bid it to enjoy. And yet one would envy the latter rather than the former. Pampered lust and appetite, high fed and even gluttonized by un- restrained indulgence, form one of the most repulsive spectacles on earth. Their conjunction with a human soul is hideous. It is as if that soul was coffined in obesity. The spirit crushed by the flesh is more tragic than the Enceladus of classic fable, buried under -^tna. % „ k For her my tears shall fall. For Iirr my yrayirs ascend ; To hrr mil cnrfis and toils bi- tjiven. Till toilsoml cans shall end. J INASMUCH AC:' YS HAYS Q-:ONB IX UN'IO 'liiB LEAST OF THEi'E MY Brethren, ye have thri- rrrcnini ; Loiil; iiiil/ii'/imiUaiii uf (he burning Imr. •HOW SHALL XVE f; .Vc; r:;-, LORDS SONG :n A STR^NQV: :. AND '■•-'David. |HERE are times when tlie heart is like a harp, with a broken string?. It liaa lost its power of melody and eono.. There is something essential to its harmony wantinJJ'. Under the still heavens the soul can only kneel, and sigh out its griefs, and wait for a divine hand to retie the broken string. This is the experience that is depicted here. We are made witnesses of a grief, not loud nor boisterous, but deep and silent. Wliatis it? It is like thatof tlie captive Jew, by tlie rivers of Babylon, answering tlio heathen's taunting demand for a song, by asking, "How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?" Here, indeed, we S(^o the harp hanging by the cross to the willows, thus indicating that this sacred symbol is still dear, and that the harp, even though silent, shall, in its silence, pay tribute to it, and when it sounds again shall derive its inspiration from it. But it is significant that by reason of the cross, the growth of the wiUow is checked. Its trunk swells out, bulb-like, and puts forth feeble shoots, when surmounted by the cross. Ita proper weeping form ii taken from it by the power of the sacred symbol, J.'iS A LIFE aruDY nnd loaves it RigniBcant of a griof that Ih limitod, and that may not luxuriuto in m\ unrcstrainod iiululgonco of sorrow. With uuch an euibltiiu, Uonry Kirk Wiiite, cut off, " Whllo llfo wan In Un uprlnf}, And hia yotinx inunc flrHl trjcd her Joyoui wing," would havo synipathizod, as ho laid down what his foeblo hands , could hold no longer, oxclaiining, "And muMt tlio imrp of Judah sleep ngalr t Bhall I no more roiuilmate tlio lay! thou who visltofit tliu BonR of men, Thou whodoMt lUton when the humble pray; One l.ttlo gi>iiuo prolong my mournful day. 1 am a youthful tiuvelvr in the way, And thig Hlluht boon would conRccrate to thee, Ere I with death shake handR, and Hmllo that I am free." Below we see tho instrument which liad charmed by its music, encircled by a chain. It is tho hoart which is symbolized — the heart bound in the fetters of guilt or desertion, or spiritual deso- lation. It cannot sing *' The Lord's song." It is in " a strange land," a land of fears and sorrows, a land where sense and flesh are still wrestling with the spirit to hold it captive. Its feelings are seen in the tears that fall over the expressive symbols, bedew- ing the chain that unites the manacle to the scallop-shell, the symbol of the prisoner with that of the pilgrim. The soul feels that it participates in the experience of both. If it exclaims, ** I am a pilgrim and sojourner here, as all my fathers were," it responds also to the declaration, " the captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, that he may not perish in the pit." But this grief of the humiliated, sin-burdened, half-despairitig soul, though silent and unmusical to men, has a melody to which the ear of heaven will not be insensible. He who knoweth our firame and remembereth that we are dust, welcomes the sigh of the 1 A LIFE STUDY m soul that longg for tho light of his countonancn, and those groan- ings of tho burdeiiod Hpirit, divinoly moved to break its silence, which cannot he uttered in wordd. To that soul, a, grouiouu and eovenant-kooping (Jod will Kuy, "Tukc iIkwii thy lonn nrg'ootod horp, I'vo aeon thy tcnri, nnd heard thy pmyer, , Tho wintur m-aHon ha* b en iihnrp, But Rprlnif Hhull nil It* wuMtrii repair." ** Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." 1 > ••THE POOR OF THIS WOfiZCD. RICH nJ FAITH. AiiS> HE1F,S OF THE K:Na<3:)0M. • '—Jo. ■ n He jjEFOHE every man there are laid diverse treasures from which he is to make his choice. For the most part, these treasures are commingled like the prophet's figs — the good, very good, and the bad, very bad. To him that hath, shall be given more of the kind he has, and what he has shall also be- come more perfect in its kind. If evil, it shall become worst, if good, it shall b'^come best. Here we see two youths, on the desert face of the earth, gath- ering up and selecting from the treasures they can Ifiy hold of, the things in which they find delight. Neither wants all that he can gather, and hence each assorts and jireserves the things to which he gives the preference. One is seen on the right, with a tray that will hold safely all that is put into it. Already it holds a pair of scales — the scales of a divinely-imparted wisdom, in whiijh all things on earth may be lOZ /I LIFTS STUDY. truly weighed, and beside those, a Bible, and the two tables of tho law. These are the most precious treasures, an inhoritanoe of themselves. The Bible is a treasure-house of counsels and proin- isos, and the two tables of the law serve to chart the pilgrim's way to heaven, and warn him of every false path, every line of trans- gression. But this youth rejects and casts to the flames, which ho has kindled, all that is worthless and pernicious, and we see borno aloft, visible amid volumes of smoke, half-consumed cards, feathers, and masks, the toys and trifles by wliich human hearts are deluded, and robbed of their heavenly birthright. The other youth has a sieve, instead of a tray. He has scraped up together the wheat and the chaff. But the wheat he allows to fall neglected and contemned to the earth, while he care- fully saves the chaff in his sieve. This chaff is made up of cards and dice, and the amusing toys and trifles of a mere worldling, and when the scales, the tables of the law, and the Bible will not go through the sieve, he gathtiis them up, throws them down, and al- lows them to lie neglected at his feet. Above the victim, behind an ornamented railing, at one end of which the symbol of the bat, and at the other end that of the dove, wo see the world represented. On one side of it, there branches forth a stem, supporting beautiful loaves, and flowers, and buds ; on the other is soon a stem which branches forth into limbs, with a single leaf or flower, and armed only with naked thorns. On the right is a full-blown rose, upon which two symboUc figures have aUghted. One is the butterfly, fresh from its chrysalis symbol of immortality, and on its wings is written Vitaf " life ;" the other is the wasp, producing no honey, and armed only with a sting, on the body of which, wo read the word Mors, "Death." The symbol of life, inscribed Vita, is nearest to tho youth who has flung trifles to the flames, and preserved his sacred treasures. fi LIFK i^'l'UDY lot On the left, wo also mcot with two fiymbols, one a hinnan heart, fiiruished with winjrs— "the wings of faith and love; " and the other a death's head, but each resting in a vase which supp.rts it. The death's head is appropriately ncnirest to the youth Avith tlie sieve, and bears the inscription, Malum, "Evil," wliile on tlie winged htnirt wo read the word tliat expresses its portion, Bonum, , or " the good " part that sliall nj ^ ^ ■■MEN LovEar. Vice will be reduced to its native hideousness, and outraged nature shall bynipatldze with this right- eous transformation. The sun shall grow dim. Nauaetjus erea- ttires, and venomous reptiles shall come furtli, exulting in the gathering darkness. Every refuge of guilt shall fail. The decayed oak and the feeble toad-stools shall be symbols of the vanity of all things, to which it can resort for shelter. How can human guilt and folly confront such a terrible eon- summation ? They shall seek to hide tliemselves in shame and horror. The brief period of their roveUngs is over, and can never return. The scorpion lash is ready for them. The torch of ven- geance is Ughted, and only waits to be applied. Now are tliey filled with shuddering. They know that the day of vengeance is close at hand. Thus it is with Carnal Pleasure. Its day of exultation is briel^ and its retribution is sure. All its former charms must give platxj to its native hideousness — to owl's eyes, and bat's wings* — till those, who idolized it once, start back from its presence with horror. .^ «*»^r- Jf tears rnutd pay my debt, My ryes n-ouhl /ouniaina be. WEEFTNO MA >' E^!^')URE! FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMF.TH IN THE jaohn::;i} ■■—Oai-id. j]HAT strange storioa mmo of iho old navigators had to tell of their hard e.\perienrt>. By currents, tempests, rocks, and shoals, they were threatened with wreck, xnd eome- times despaired of life. And when tliey reached the peaceful port, and returned to their own dwellings, how breathlessly «"juld their Mends listen to the account of their hair-breadth escapes ! What a story would they have to tell, who parting in the storm from that old Christian hero of the sea, 8ir Humphrey Gilbert, heard Ids last words, "It is as near to heaven by sea, as it is by laud." "But, when, after the voyage of life, the soul, safe in the port of eternal peace, shall relate its exporienco, how much more vind and startling, perhaps, will be the incidents that have marked its progress and its triumph! It has passed through "the great waters." It has been bufifeted by the tempests. It has wept and sighed, and prayed, till through the rifted clouds, the star of Beth- lehem has shone forth. Here we see the struggUng soul almost overwhelmed, while the fierce waves rago around it, and lifting its hands in supplica- 'f 2?0 A l:fe study : 1 tion to heaven, while tears of anguish stoal down its cheeks. Over its heud, the lightninj^ slioots its blazing linos on the thick dark- ness, and lights up wiih \U bla/o tlio edges of the frowning clouds. The world itself is tossed by the waves, and floats unanchored ut the n»eny of the stomi. No wonder the Boul is troubled, for there is no tro\iblo like that which it feols, when the foundations of its hope are shaken, and the solid globe seems to its view, tossed like u cockle-shell. It may be that to the outward eye all is calm and still. It may bo that the winds, that wave the harvest-tiolds, only whisper. But the soul is its own world, and its inward depths are stirred, and the storm of temptation, or ti'emulous fear, or despairing anxiety rages within. Its lioiie is clouded ; its faith is weak ; its helper seems far away, and the liorce billows have gone over it, again and again. It weeps, but it cannot weep enough. Looking above, we see what it desires — eyes, that shall be great fountains of tears, falling in drops, and pouring in floods, while the mournful cypress sym- bolizos a deadly l«)ss of peace, and a kind of funereal awe. The scene beneath re-enforces this impression. The heart is seen, in sjanpathy with the eyes, pouring forth streams of tears, while nature above, and the world beneath, the fountains of the firmament, and even the monsters of the deep, each bearing or sharing the burden of a cross-surmounted world, add their tribute of sympathizing sorrow to the tearful grief of one who exclaims, *' Oh, that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night." But such grief as this is not the grief of absolute and blank despair. It is that of the broken and contrite heart, and such a heart God will never despise. In the midst of the tempest, he is still near, and ere long the soul sees One coming to its help, walk- ing, perhaps, on the waters, or hushing the storm by his word. Dying hope revives. Some precious promise flashes its beam of A l:ff. gtudy I- 1 liKht out of the durkonod sky. Tho word of Johovah i.s a rock amid the billowa. " Paint, and Hlnklng on my niad, Still I ollnit to thuu, my Uoi) ; B ■iidlnn 'ncutii n wclglitof wo«hi, llaraBRod by a tliousaiid foo»; Hope Btlll clildoB my rlslna fcarit, JoyH still mlntflu with my teura. "On thy word I take my aland; All my tImcH are In thy hand; Makf thy faco upon me HhInu, Take mo 'nuath thv winL'H divine ; Lord I thy grace In ull my truit, 8ivu, O, cave ray trembling diwU" i| / / The blin wf/ahrli/ trrk u nnvr iiwi- Thal witick ran bleu wr «rc moit apt (o nAiin. ^sScti^t^^ r " AN^ THE STRONG CHALL BE AH TOW. AN'D THE MAKER OF J r AS A SPARK -raaiah |HE discipline of human life on eartii has a deeper design than simply to inflict pain, or impose hardships. It wounds the "carnal mind " that it may save the soul, h dashes down the dragon of our idolatry, that we may see its worthlessnoss, and look above. What seems our foe, is, milly, in many instances, the angt'l of our chastisement. Here we see in the background the enchanting picture of paradise. Ky the gate wiiich leads to it is the porter's lodge, and beyond it are soon the beauty and foliage of an Eden. Yet, not content with a home among them, inviting him to their enjoyment, man chooses the world for his portion, and is engaged in bearing it off, as his own pecuUar treasure. As he first left the sacred con- fines, a shower of darts overtook him, and these are left with th.nr points in the earth, while the other points project in the direction from which they were thrown. From this shower, man has escaped, bearing the world with him, and confident that he eaa at length ;-/ A LIFE STUDY place his prize in some eufo and socuro place. But around him Btill fly the arrows, toacliing him the Uvsson, Cosliiin non nnlmum mutant qui t mix miiro curnint. * Still ho is exposed to the vicissitudes of life, the discipUne of a loving and faithful Providence. The angel form is seen hurUng darts, darts that perhaps wound, but wound in mercy, and are designed to show tliut on earth, oven with the world in possession, there is no condition of unalloyed pleasure. But Post vti/nera daemon, "After wounds the demon." Alter all the chastisements of mercy have failed of their elfect, then comes an aiTow from a different quarter, and hurled by no friendly hand. Wo do not see the source from which it comes, but wo know from its direction that it is hurled with malicious as well as accurate aim. It smites its victim in the forehead, and brings him to the earth, and forces liim to rcdeaso the world that he had held as a treasure in his grasp. What that arrow is, is intimated by the fact that it smites the forehead, the seat of intellect. It is the arrow of doubt, or intellectual confusion, that makes the very globe worthless to its possessor. Tho demon accomplishi;s, by divine permission, what disciplinary and loving chastisement had failed to do. Man sinks confoundtjd to tho earth, au-^ wretched, even wliile he calls tho world his own. Above, Ave see a skull, on such a sliield, as was wont of old, to bear back tho remains of its heroic possessor, who had fallen on the field of battle. Ihit on the skull, as if to vindicate the superior power of the omoticmal to that of the intellectual nature, wo see a heart pierced by an arrow, and a serpent that has crawled forth from tho skull drinking from the wound. It is thus that the intellect, wounded by the demon's arrow, sends forth the serpc nt of doubt, to drink tho life-blood of the heart. The symbols below indicate tho vanity of earthly possessions. There is tho dark circle which contains tho globe ; but, sadly • They change thulr sky, not thplrraiml, who run beyond tho Ma, A LIFE STC/iDr. ,„,. 1 o enough, its rodoeming cro88 projects beyond the circle, to which the carnal miud is limited. There is the quiver, emptj-ing it.,elf of arrows, and indicating the resourceless condition of niuu left to himself. There is the flickering taper, a part of the outline (,f which is the string of a broken bow, in which wo see the weakness and blindness of human reason and wisdom set forth. And there, too, is tlie flower which symboUzes the fleeting, withering nature of all earthly good. AU these objects, too, are beheld with an Eden in the back- ground, but an Eden that the folly of man leads him to scorn. He turr s from it to grasp n cheating treasure, but finds too late that it is only to fall under wounds and tlio demon's stroke, and through his wounded intellect, to have the seri)ent doubt crawl forth to feed on Lia bleeding heart. li ., ^ :l^ '•limb ujnvaril, laden wilk a globe, Thinr arms nichained to grasj, it Hut still Oemar^, l,st serpents share Thy proud attempt to clasp it. L.ON. AN0 A BEAR MET H:,t ^ CSi XVENT INTO TFE ^OU^^ ^""o LEANEa(lly serpent. Glancing above, wo see a winged world on which rests across- imprinted heart. Let those wings be spread, as soon they may be, and tlu^y will bear the heart a^ay with them. It is thus that tho Sold of man is captured by sense, and becomes the helpless depen- dent of the world. If we turn to the symbol beneath, we see a crescent moon, that seems to ask from tho sun more light. Its cry is still " give, give," Donee totum expleat orhenK " till it shall fill its entire orb." What it asks is given. The whole orb is filled with tho gift of solar light. But what then ? Boos it continue ? No ! It waxes oidy to wane. It gains only to lose. It cannot retain what it has received. Even so it is with the soul's avaricious or aml)iti()ns cravings. They are ever crying to all things earthly, ''give," "give." But what is given does not satisfy; more is demanded, more is sought, with wearying and exhausting toil. But when tho prize is secured, when the orb is filled, what then? "The full soul loatheththe honey comb." It contemns its very gains. Perhaps a serpent has coiled itself around what it has grasped. Perhaps amid its possess- A l:x''e csudy. j'p ions there lurlcg eome stingring tluai-lu, some poisonous, deadly con- Bciousness ul guilt iucune.l, alms perverted, privileges abuJed, or life misspent. Then it is that the tre^tsure becomes a bunl..n Wealth is only a heap of cares. Tiled up honors are only piled up rubbish, and the crown, that rests upon the victor's brow.^is a crown that is set with thorns, and by the weight of its jewels, only presses deeper into the living flesh, their bloody torturing stings. Not hero and there only has one sohtary experimenter found this so. The experience even of a Soh,mon ha. some features that parallel it with an Alexander's. Thousands have exclaimed at last, even while they planted their feet on the topmost round of ambi- tion's ladder. "Vanity and vexation of spirit." " Tiie woiM f:in never give Tliu liiiss for which wc »ail chilU of Utut ; thine arm Must rest on one above thet, That shitUisJrom every harm. MY STRENGTH JS MADE PERFECT IN WE/lKNEas -Pm.: jNE of the most significant lessons of the christian conscious- ness is the strango feebleness of sanctified desire. Wliilo the soul was absorbed in tho world, it exulted in its energy and its strength. Nothing was too arduous for it to venture upon, and with unwavering confidence in thoon-rgy of its own resolves,' It f.>lt that it had only to enter upon the christian course, to run it with equal swiftness and energy, and thus reproach tho tardy steps of tlioso whoso lack of energy it had been wont to criticise 'But when It had really entered upon that course, it found that it had grossly exaggerated the sufiiciency of its natural powers. These— in the world— were in a congejiial and appropriate sphere, and were braced by tho very air of worldliness to worldly endeavor. But passing into another, and a new sphere—like one ascend- ing from tho valleys to the rarified air on the mountain-top, that can scarce support life-it found that it had miscalculated its own strength. It was a man before, but it became as a child now. It had then reUed upon itself alone, but now, in conscious helplessness, it came to feel the need of an ever present almighty helper. A portion of this experience is set forth in tho emblem. The strong man has become as a little child that cannot even stand alone. Tlie world indeed is a hollow thing to it, but lacking yet that faith in its full strength, which is ccmtent to throw itself on the unseen arm of God, it finds in tho hoUow world, vith its meagre ail 111 'i lea A LIFE STUDY. frame, a seeming temporary support, with one hand to grasp this frame, while in the other it holds a cross — not in its naked simplic- ity, but tricked out with ornomuntul appendages, and surmounted by an ornamented globe, from which gay streamers float. No won- der feeble progress is made, and that the little wheels that support both the world-frame and its occupant, seem designed rather to bo stationary than to bear their load along. As the eye takes in the significance of the Avhole scene, we seem to hoar a voice from it — " Look— how wo grovel lii-ro bulow, Fond of thc'Mo triflini; toyB ; Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach etemal Joys." What is needed is a divine breath to animate the soul, to emancipate it from all dependence upon sense, and aid it to ily upon its hea- venward way. Contrasted with its present progress is its former activity. Then — as we see above — the world had wings. The worldly en- ergy was prompt, active, flew, soared. It could make its way at will. It moved in its own sphere, dependent only upon itself, and sufficient in itself. But now all this is changed. For the pursuit of the world the heart was zealous, but whon its (umrse is changed, and another goal is held out, it moves but with tardy step. What is needed is, that the moss grown heart sliould shake itself loose from all incimibrance, that every feathery, fern-like at- tachment should be cast off. Let it not yield to the spell of ease or indolence, or be buried in a bed formed of its own fungi. It needs help from above. Its prayer should be : " Lord I send a beam of light divine, To guide our upward aim ; With one icvlving touch of thine, Our languid hearts inflame. Oh I then on faith's subiimest wing, Our ardent hope shall rise, ■ To those bright scenes where pleasure* spring Unclouded in the skies." w i 6r y ^ Atniift liiiniiiil. Onf i» nnir - llit/iirm viisfrn -vhitsf rnice I lirai . Hi lours, with vtiiair »wfel, invitf My tout in him to take deliyht. k •■ \'.':iot4 rnr ha v -j i ;:■:::■:::, y/.: ,,_, ;■■,: _ . „ jEKK is 8r(«n a youth of lovely aspect, with a noatnoss of droHs, i»)(Ucativo of a woll-ordoml spirit, lin;?.'riiijr uiuid sconos of vn-duro aiul boiuity, surveying tli."?a tliun^ht- fully, and yot with a ro.l, from which Htmiincrs j?aily wave, for a stalf, and a watcr-tlask by his bi.lo, evi(h.iifly ft-.liufr that ho is not thoro to linger, but lias tho journ(>y and the task of lilo boforo him. Meditatively, doea ho turn toward some invi.sihlo object, extending toward it his outstretched hand, as though somo othta- hand were to grasp liis, and as though his happiness could not bo complete without it. What ia it that ho wants ? What is it that is necessary to cheer his solitude, and enrich and guide his meditative thouglits V If we look al)()ve, we road tho symbolic answer. Wo B(>o tho doves perched at the foot of the cross, one giving and tho other receiving food. Tho lesson is plain. If it is blessed to give, it is more blessed to receive. That human life, which under tho everlasting influence of the cross, combhies with external privih>ge and medi- tative joy, tho self-denial of the giver, feeding other lives by its own effort or sacrifice, is tho true life— tho ono that shall look up and see over it, not only the cross, but tho cross enriched by tho symbol of the life immortal. Below, the significance of such an alliance is made more com- plete. There wo see a world and a heart joining hands, and sur- IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-S) fe S ^^^^3SS§S^^ Owfltnme! jiiirc-ci/iil Faidi, uliilr-liamkil Hope, Thuu Uovcrint) angei, yirt n-ith golden wings. ■Gom un(Dei{stanq:ieth r:;-? way thereof, an0 he knoweth THE PHAGE THEREOF.' -Job ENEDICTIONS, lavished upon the elect of God, have great w'^alth of blessing. It is redoenied by no corrupti- ble things, as silver and gold, but by the precious blood of the Lamb of God. Its resting place is beneath the covert of his ^-iugs. It is " the heir of all things," " heir of God, and joint-heir with Christ." Nothing can harm it. Its very wounds are inlets to the soul of a divine wisdom. Its pains and afflictions are the discipline of a father's hand. It hngers on earth, only to ripen for i^lory, and its toils and cross-bearings are but sowing the seed, that ripens to eternal harvest, till it shall rest from its labors, and its works shall follow it. Here we see the flesh and spirit, presenting eacli its vessel to receive the blessing that comes down in a beam of glory, from heaven's "all-beholding eye." Tlie flesh, turning its eyes away, unable to endure the insufferable glory, or, at least, dazzled by it, and with its back toward the light holds up its idol world, to obtain the boon. But the very attiturlo it assumes, defeats its design, a:id its unpierced globe has no inlet, through which to recieive the heavenly gift. sen Ji l:fe study. i On the o*^aer hand, the spirit, with the halo about its head, cannot only bear the glorious Ught, but rejoices in it. It presents its heart-shaped vase just where the full tide of glory strikes, and there it holds it, till through its opened mouth it is filled, and there is no more room to receive it. Meanwhile, it verifies the plain promise made to it, " There shall no evil befall thee. Thou ehalt tread upon the lion and the adder ; the young lion and dragon shalt thou trample under feet." Here we see the force and significance of the motto, Patet « cEthrcB, claiiditur orhi, "it is open to the rother, it is closed to the world." Happy in its experience of heavenly blessings, the spirit henceforth knows when and where to apply and rests in the calm assurance that an inexhaustible bounty is ever ready to supply its need. Now it is that the world blooms around it, as it never bloomed before. The symbol of the rent tomb alights upon a world half-covered with flowers, and surrounded with memorials of a sinless Eden. On either side, nature seems to wear her fairest and most attractive smiles. Everything on earth grows radiant in that light from the throne, which fills the vase of the believer's hope. Meanwhile, the flesh has only its tightly-closed, dead world on its hands. No light falls upon it. No glory wraps it about. Nay, if it did, Ixis eyes would be unable to endure the blaze. Sin has weakened them, and the dazzUng beams from above, would smite them blind. Thus, with equal privileges, it is life impoverished, while the spirit drinks its fill of blessing from the throne. 9 head, resents is, and I there plain I shalt shalt Patet J the spirit calm ly its lever >n a rials irest tin er's on ay, las ite ile ^iUea heaaiony ]„tsswn yls li.r m,,, „ r,;,.-...,, rhe force nf nature, like too strong ,i ynle for u;i „t of ballast, oversets the vessel. -TO IVrr^L SS P!^ESE,;r WITH J,E. BUT HOW TO FERPOHH THAT WHICH IS GOOCD. I FIN® HOT ' -Paul '" jUMAN nature is a sti-ange paradox. - The good that I would, I do not ; but the e^A\ which I would not, t)mt I do," was the self-humiUating confession of an inspired apostle. There are in the soul diverse elements, so diverse that it seems to itself to have a double being. In the silence of its own consciousness, it sometimes seems to hear the voices of an.>-els ant' which may well uiinmri it, tlioro waH iiccdod iiioio than a divinn inipulso to inori-y, i)V«>u tho moans to molt tho hnnian luiart by an oxhibition of lovo, and at tho Humo timo opon tht» way for tho ox- orciHO of a morcy whi(!h hhonld not sot aside, or dishonor the vio- latod law. "Thu dworil of wmili Im Htayi'il Init* piirHuli ofbloud; , Tlio crogii our dobt had palJ, And madu our peace with Uod. ** The croHii hulh power to navi', Krom ull the fook that riw ; 1'he croiiii hath tnndo tho gnvo A pMMktfu to the •klua." i II I i ! IB: %^^^ Where now, ye lying vanities of life f Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train .' fVhere are ye now, and what is your amount t Vexation, disappointment, and remorse. ■FOR THB THINGS WHICH ARE SEEN ARE TEMPORAL ; BUT THE THINGS WHICH ARE NOi' SEEN ARE ETERNAL ■—Paul |ONTEAST the flesh and spirit ! We see this contrast in the character of the objects which the several tastes of persons lead them to observe. An "old mortality," pass- ing through the graveyard, would pause to read the name of each crumbling stone. A modem geologist would simply note the cha- racter of the strata, from which the stone was taken. A Howard, wherever he went, would ^^sit the prisons. A Sir Joshua Eeynolds would be mainly curious about galleries of art. The very same objects may be seen with very different emo- tions. The man who visits, after a long absence, the scenes of his young life, will seem to see every lingering object that memory embalmed, invested with a kind of sanctity, while tlie new possessor of the estate will change and tear down and rebuild, as if he were but removing an obstruction, or abating a nuisance. How differently do the heavens present themselves to the gazd of diflPerent men, " In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing as they shine, The hand that made ua is divino." 5f i I S14 A LIFE STUDY ^ And yet another shall look upward like him whom Follok de- scribes, " Who thought The vlBual line that girt him round the -world's extreme, And thought the moon tlmt nightly o'er him led Her virgin host no hroader than his fa iier'g shield." Much the same is the contrast between flesh and spirit, as we see it illustrated here. They have the same glass, which they inter- change, and with it gaze upward to the skies. The spirit, with the glass resting on the support of a heart, emptied of all worldliness, discerns the transitoriness of all earthly t'j'iings. It sees the sun itself shorn of his beams, reduced to a death's head disc, and ready to vanish in night. Nay, it looks be- yond all this — sees an universe dissolving, the heavens wrapped together as a scroll, the judgment-seat, and the books opened, and the record of human life and vanity aU displayed. Flesh, or sense, endeavors to thrust other objects into view, and hide the grand spectacle. It would intervene with a globe, surmounted with a prism rather than a cross, and charm the spirit's eye, with all the variety of colors which the prism displays. These are what it loves itself to behold. These feast its fancy, while they delude it to fatal error. In these, it finds the kingdom, of the world, and all the glory of them, and it is continually soliciting the spirit to turn its glass toward them. But it solicits in vain. The spirit feels that earthly interests, compared to heavenly, are like the apex of a pyramid (inverted) to its base. The higher it mounts, the more broadly they extend, till above the visible firmament, they expand into the light unap- proachable. It sees, too, that the future of sense is but a huge opaque disc, central to which is a death's head, which is alone dis- cernible. From such a future, it turns away, preferring the glass of faith to the keenest sensual vision, and remembering that old things must pass away, while there is a city which hath foimda- tions, whose maker and builder is God. I PoUok de- t, as we see they inter- of a heart, all earthly iuced to a fc looks be- 3 wrapped pened, and into view, a globe, the spirit's 8. These vhile they tn, of the citing the interests, s^erted) to ctend, till bt unap- t a huge lone dis- the glass that old founda- 7^ ii I 111 i : ( " ne that wrestles with us, strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antago- nist is our helper."— Burko. f^ ' BUT I SEE ANOTHER LA W IN i.'Y MEMBERS. WARRINO- AGAINST . THE LA W OF MY MWD. ' —Paul jLESH and blood continue still to war against tlio 8i)iiit in deadly conflict, and this world is the scene of action. The fortunes of the strife are various. The good man, sometime loses his footing, and falls under the force of his antag- onist, "The flesh lusteth against the Spirit," and at tii>. w over- whelms it, with its assaults. But though sorely smitten, it is not overcome. Its motto may still be—" troubled on every side, yet not distressed ; perjilexed, but not in despair ; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed." Indeed, some of tho most instructive lessons of human experience, are learned atjusfc that moment, when the soul is recovering itself, or when divine grace is recovering it from its fall. Here in a narrow circle — indicating their close conjunction in. a single personality— we see the struggle between the carnal and the spiritual nature. The foi-mer has secured its advantage, and the Spiritual nature is cast down almost to the earth. But, sus- tained by a divine strength, it is bravely recovering itself, resolved to maintain the fight. So long as it is resolute, no fall can prove fatal. The halo of light about its head gives assurance that an. w I 1 s:a LIFE STUOy. invisible guardian watches over it. It may fall again and again, but its final victory — if it persists — is assured. So long as the conflict is maintained, the flesh grows weaker and weaker, while the spirit waxes stronger and stronger. We see also, the diverse results of temptation in the opposite experience of two doves. One has lingered in the way of danger, and the cat, with stealthy step, has seized upon it, and made it its prey. The other, on free wing, is soaring aloft ia the clear air of heaven, already beyond tlie reach of all hostile, earthly designs. This is the experience of the spirit, triumphing over the arts and powers of the flesh. It at last breaks loose from the grasp of its antagonist, and soars to its native skies. On the right, we see the swift winged bird, heaven's own mes- senger, hasting upward to bear the news of the Spirit's danger, to heavenly powers, which may bring it needed help. The spirit in- deed can never fall, without a witness, that shall note its dan- ger, and speed away to bring it assured reUef. On the left, we see a javelin wrapped about with a scroll on which forms of human hearts are imprinted, importing that he who wields it accoimts these his trophies. Thus, whether we look to the heavenly messenger, or the infernal javelin, we feel that each tes- tifies to the importance of that conflict which is waged between flesh and spirit ** The soul of man— Jehovah's breath, That keeps two worlds at strife ; Hell from beneath would work its death, Heaven stoops to give it life." Nor is the issue doubtful, so long as the spirit is true to itself Its case and exposure are known in heaven. Every blow that smites it, by the swift winged herald, is reported there. " The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose, He cannot, ho will not forsake to its foes ; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, He'll never, no never, no never forsake." again, but he conflict J the spirit e opposite •f danger, nade it its lear air of y designs. 3 arts and asp of its own mes- langer, to spirit in- its dan- scroll on it he who ok to the each tes- between elf. Its t smites I I :i All my CiouyUU, willt uptoarU wiiigivg, Hiilhr where, thi/ own hylit is xpringing. ^^WWMm ■■ LIQHT IS SOWN FOR THE RIOHTEOUS. AN^i OLA0NESS FOR THE UPRIGHT IN HEART -—Vavid. JNEELING, in tho dull air, annd grass and flowers, sprin- kled with tiioh„ar Irost, a little child, representin- tl.o earnest soul longing for light, s.nds up his petition t<. heaven. Phosphore, redde diem; " Light bearer, give back tho day *' 18 the burden of his prayer. Well may he offer it. Tlie dense rolling vapors above his head, mantle tho glob., and turn noon to twihght. Weary of the darkness, he looks up to hin,, who is "the light of the world," and cries for help. All tho light lie has is that of a taper blaze, the feeble, flickering flan.e of a lieart, resting, on the dark, cold earth. ^ The day may have dawned for others, but not for him F-xr aloft on the earth's pole is a cock, but with no life in it, a mere vane shifting with the wind. By no crowing, does it herald the onward march of day. To the right, we see the owl, and the night hawk plunging down to enjoy with genial delight their loved darkness the former, ever striving to quench the feeble light of a taper, thaJ comes in his way. To the left, a lighted candle irradiates nothin.. but a fool's cap, that is in danger of being consumed by its bla J Beneath, is the rich mantle, with the star of nobility, and other sym- bols of worldly pride, and greatness. But there is no light in them. They may gleam, or be admired in the festive hall, or the gorgeous >t tpfl A LIFE STUDY. .tiilDon, but thoy aro not what the neody, consciously benighted soul longs for. It turns not toward theui, but to the eternal fountain und the great Author of light. As the greatest and most idolized of modem Gorman poets lay on his death bed, he pointed to the curtained windows, and amid the dimness of the darkened room, whispered, "Light; more light." Sin has curtained the globe, with its deep shadows, and turned it into a death-chamber, and many a sinking spirit, with a deeper pathos than that of Goethe's tones, has called out, '* Light ; more light." It is what the soul needs above all else — the light of hea- ven, the light that comes from an unclouded heaven, from a sun that never sets. There is such a light. It was heralded, even in the old, dim centuries, by the voices of prophets and sacred bards. It rose in full-orbed splendor, when he w ho spake, as never man spake, pro- nounced with authority, " I am the light of the world." Experience has attested that he who dwells in him shall not abide in darkness, but have the light of life. The earnest soul that cries after that light — that emphasizes with soul-pervading earnestness, the pe- tition, "Light bearer, give back the day," shall seek and find. An eye of pity rests on the lonely child, trembling amid the night dews and shadows, and a hand of love will draw the curtain of the thick clouds, and let in upon it, the warmth and light of a better day. i ightod Boul al fountain a poets lay and amid lore light." i turned it a deeper jht; more ht of hea- rom a sun i old, dim It rose in •ake, pro- xperience Jarkness, ifter that the pe- nd. An 2;ht dews ;he thick a better ( ^ 0'<' To danct on pruvfi, (■, howl with nkiilln, to find J'I'aiure in i/'ounrf,t ami ulcrn, 'tin tin art In/tmal, blowing bubblci uiitli Uearl't blood. 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