gled with innumerable suns! But vain the thought to overtake the limit of creation.

10. "Who by searching can find out God? Who can find out the Almighty to perfection?" “Lo, these are parts of his ways; but how little a portion is heard of him. The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handy work."

11. The fixed stars all remain stationary in the heavens; and we can distinctly trace the planets moving from one constellation to another, from fixed star to fixed star, in passing on their journey round the sun.

12. Suppose, for a moment, that God should withdraw his continual superintendence from the vast complication of revolving worlds, how dreadful would be the consequence!

13. Instead of each keeping its appointed place, with dreadful crash one would reel against another, and utter chaos follow.

14. Man is humbled, and feels his own insignificance in the scale of creation, when he reflects that this earth, which he inhabits, instead of being the only work of the Creator, is merely an atom in his

creation.

áftábon se chamakte hue milenge! Aur jo koi chahe, ki masnúát Iláhí kí niháyat pawe, yih khiyái khám

hai.

10. "Kaun just o jú karke Alláh kí qudrat ko pá sakta hai? Aur kaun Khudá kí kamálát ko daryaft kar sakta hai ?” “ Dekho, Khudá kí ajáíbát men yih ek zarrah hai ; aur uskí zát pur kamál ke muqábalah men qadr qalíl daryáft hota hai. Falak, Khudá kí buzurgí ko záhir kartá hai! Aur gardún se uskí sanaten málum kí játí hain."

11. Sawábit sab ásmán men sakin rahte hain; aur saiyáron ká guzarná, ek ek sawábit ke pás se, burjon ke bích men, sáf dekhá játá hai, aur apní apni gardish men chalte hain.

12. Jáno, agar Khuda lahzah bhar in ghumte ijrám kí nigahbání chhor dewe, to kyá kya khaufnák anjám howe!

13. Sab, apní apní muqarrar jagah ko chhoṛkar, ek dusre se niháyat dhaṛáke se takkar kháwen, aur bilkul abtar ho jáwen!

14. Is bát ke dhiyan karne se, ki yihí zamín, jis par ham baste hain, kul masnuật Khuda kí nahín hai, balki ek zarrah bhar hai sáre masnuaton men, insan ko kháķsárí átí hai !

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15. And were a rushing comet to strike us in its path, and annihilate our earth, with all its inhabitants, its loss would be comparatively no more felt than would be the fall of a leaf from the forest.

16. This little ball, our earth, may be compared, then, to a mere platform, or point, erected in the midst of space, from which we cast a surveying glance, and contemplate the wonders of creation*. The innumer

* How many sublime thoughts and refined pleasures does the vacant, uninstructed mind lose, when looking on the heavens, the glorious works of the Almighty. The Poet has well expressed his mind, when roused by such a contemplation to address the Deity: "O thou the great Invisible!

Divine Instructor! thy first volume this,

The heavens! for man's perusal, all in capitals!
In moon and stars, Heaven's golden alphabet !
Emblazed to seize the sight! Who runs may read ;
Who reads, may understand. 'Tis unconfin'd
To Christian land or Jewry, fairly writ

In language universal to mankind.

A language lofty to the learned, yet plain

To those that feed the flock, or guide the plough,

Or from the husk strike out the bounding grain.
A language, worthy the great Mind that speaks!
Stupendous book of wisdom to the wise!

Stupendous book! opened, O God, by thee!"

Another Poet has thus beautifully expressed the words of the sacred writer.

"THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

15. Aur agar ek zú-zanábah, apne chalne men, zamín ko takráke, báshindon ke samet, níst nábud kar dále, to us ká nuqsán honá sáre masnuật men, jaisá ek pattí ká girná jangal men se.

16. Pas, is chhote gend zamín kí tamsil ek chabutrah ke sath bajá hai, ki barpá kiya gaya hai sunsán men, ki us par se, ham Ķhudá kí ajáibát ko dekhte hain. Ye beshumár Dunyá, jo upar

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their Great Original proclaim!

The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display ;
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening Earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For every singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is Divine."

able worlds above, beneath, on every side, proclaim the inconceivable power and awful attributes of God, that mysterious Being, who, hid from our eyes, has made and superintends the whole.

17. The fixed stars are inconceivably distant from us: no human calculation can measure them. The nearest is farther than a cannon shot could fly in seven millions of years!

18. Their great distance is proved thus. Suppose four or five trees upon a plain, in front of you; they would appear at a certain distance from each other.

19. But if you go for a mile or two to the right or left, and then look at them, they will all have changed their relative positions.

20. Not so the fixed stars, for though the extremities of the earth's orbit are 162 millions of miles apart, the fixed stars, viewed from either extreme, appear exactly in the same situations.

21. So that, supposing that the whole orbit of this earth, 162 millions of miles in diameter, (that is, the space encircled by her journey round the sun,) were a vast globe of fire, it would appear only as a point when viewed from any fixed star!