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CHAPTER X X XVIII.
TO THE MEMORY OF MY SISTER.
1. I REMEMBER how I loved her,
When, a little guiltless child,
As she looked on me and smiled;
My joy words cannot tell ;
“Who doeth all things well.”
2. Months passed — that bud of promise
Was unfolding every hour, -
Upon a fairer flower ;
The bowers where angels dwell,
• Who doeth all things well.”
3. Years fled,- that little sister then
Was dear as life to me,
A wild idolatry,
Lured by some magic spell,
" Who doeth all things well.”
4. She was the lovely star, whose light
Around my pathway shone,
Through which I journey on;-
Which round His throne doth dwell,
" Who doeth all things well.”
5. That star went down in beauty,
Yet it shineth sweetly now
That decks the Saviour's brow;
Whose shafts none may repel;
“He doeth all things well.”
6. I remember well my sorrow,
As I stood beside her bed,
When they told me she was dead;
Let not my heart rebel, –
“ He doeth all things well.”
CHAPTER X X XI X.
MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS.
1. My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find,
That God or nature hath assigned ;
2. No princely port, nor wealthy store,
Nor force to win a victory;
No shape to win a loving eye;
3. I see that plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers soonest fall ;
4. I press to bear no haughty sway ;
I wish no more than may suffice;
Looks what I want, my mind supplies ;
6. My wealth is health and perfect ease,
And conscience clear my chief defence;
Nor by desert to give offence.
A QUAINT SERMON. 1. MR. DODD was a minister, who lived many years ago a few miles from Cambridge ; and having several times been preaching against drunkenness, some of the Cambridge scholars (conscience, which is sharper than ten thousand witnesses, being their monitor) were very much offended, and thought he made reflections on them.
2. Some little time after, Mr. Dodd was walking towards Cambridge, and met some of the gownsmen ; who, as soon
as they saw him at a distance, resolved to make some ridicule of him. As soon as he came up, they accosted him with, “ Your servant, sir!” He replied, “Your servant, gentlemen."
3. They asked him if he had not been preaching very much against drunkenness of late ? He answered in the affirmative. They then told him they had a favor to beg of him, and it was that he would preach a sermon to them there, from a text they should choose.
4. He argued that it was an imposition, for a man ought to have some consideration before preaching. They said they would not put up with a denial, and insisted upon his preaching immediately, (in a hollow tree, which stood by the roadside,) from the word M.A.L.T. He then began :
5. Beloved, let me crave your attention. I am a little man, come at a short notice, to preach a short sermon, from a short text, to a thin congregation, in an unworthy pulpit. Beloved, my text is Malt.
6. I cannot divide it into sentences, there being none ; nor into words, there being but one. I must, therefore, of necessity, divide it into letters, which I find in my text to be these four- M.A.L.T.
7. The Moral is, to teach you rustics good manners; therefore, M — my Masters, A— All of you, L-Leave off, T-Tippling.
8. The Allegorical is, when one thing is spoken of and another meant. The thing spoken of is malt: the thing meant is the spirit of malt, which you rustics make M—your Meat, A- your Apparel, L-your Liberty, and T-your Trust.
9. The Literal is, according to the letters, M— Much, A - Ale, L- Little, T - Trust.
10. The Theological is, according to the effects it works : in some, M- Murder; in others, A- Adultery; in all, L- Looseness of Life; and in many, T-Treachery.
11. I shall conclude the subject — First, by way of exhortation. M— my Masters, A— All of you, L- Listen, Tto
my Text. Second, by way of caution. M - my Masters, A — All of you, L- Look for, T— the Truth. Third, by way of communicating the truth, which is this:
12. A Drunkard is the annoyance of modesty ; the spoil of civility; the destruction of reason; the robber's agent ; the alehouse benefactor; his wife's sorrow; his children's trouble ; his own shame; his neighbor's scoff; a walking swill-bowl; the picture of a beast; the monster of a man!
THE SISTER'S FAREWELL TO THE SAILOR-BOY.
1. Since where waves are gliding,
Thou dost choose to dwell,
Brother, fare thee well.
2. Where the orchard shineth,
Or the nut-tree laden,
For some bright-eyed maiden :
3. Where, in summer weather, Oft we've played together,
'Neath the old oak tree, With our dog beside us, While no sorrow tried us,
I'll remember thee.