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Is heal'd, and leaps for joy. But Jesus stands Withpure hands clasp'd, and meek eyes raised to heaven With deep expression of sweet gratitude And holy love, oft beaming out through tears. He looks as if his heart had room for all Who need his pity ; while his ardent soul Mingles in sweet communion with the God Whose power he surely wields. Nay, start not love, He certainly does wield the power of God, And wield it like a God. He walks the earth As if he needed nought of all her wealth, And heeded not her honors. Her rewards! Oh, what are all her splendors, gold and gems To barter for his gifts to me alone ? Or what were they to him who holds the keys Of heaven's rich treasury, and dispenses thence Blessings beyond all price. Requiring nought, Not even the tribute of a grateful heart. While precepts, such as man ne'er taught to man, Pure as the dew, and searching as the light, Flow from his lips, like incense from the rose That lives on Sharon's mountains, and melts down Into the inmost spirit. Like our God His gifts are great and free, and all his words Are full of god-like strength and purity, With god-like power he triumphs o'er the pains And spirits of the dark abyss of death. He is the power and majesty of God, Enshrined in the most pure and faultless form That nature ever shaped.

He will not die As other mortals die, for he has power O'er death, and all diseases. At his word The fiercest demons let their victims go , And shrinking from the splendors of his eye, Crouch down into black darkness. He controls Even the elements, the raging sea Is still at his command, and the free winds Close their strong pinions, and with murmur'd hymn Sink into sleep upon the rocking flood. Can he not quell the wildest wrath of man? Or paralyze his limbs, or strike him down To death or dark perdition ? If he yields To the cold sceptre of mortality He must resign himself a sacrifice, A free will offering for some grand intent ; To make atonement at the bar of God For some tremendous evil. He would be A spocess sacrifice, and might atope For a whole world of sin. " But words are vain, His power has heal'd my flesh, and fill'd my soul With gratitude, and love, and holy peace. Theresa thou shalt see his perfect face, And listen to his voice, and see his deeds ; And kneel, and worship our Immanuel."

THE PRISON LOVERS.

BY HARRIET BOWLES.

In the neighborhood of Bourdeaux there still stands an old venerable chateau, long the residence ofthe noble family of Malortie. In the height of the first French Revolution, the last marquis of that name fell on the scaffold, and, a few days after, the castle was broken into by an armed mob, headed by a Commissary of the people. "What seek you ? what want you ?" said an aged servant, who had accompanied his unhappy master even to the very steps of the scaffold. "We do not seek for any one," answered the Commissary, "but what we wish for is the ill-acquired wealth of an aristocrat, and we must have it," and with these words the mob dispersed in search of plunder. They searched in the chambers, in the presses, the furniture, the ceilings, the floors ; behind the richly carved wood-work ; even upon the very roof. They searched too with pikes, with hammers, and with hatchets, but could not discover that which they were looking for. The inquisition, or it ought rather to be called the destruction, of the house, continued for six hours. The assailants broke the windows, they tore down the painting, they dragged away the curtains and the carpets, and they knocked the heads off the statues, as if they were so many aristocrats ; and they tore in pieces the pictures of saints, as if they were the contra-revolutionists of another world. But then they found no gold, no jewels-but one. It was while they were destroying a picture of the Madonna, that a gentle sigh was heard, and on gazing around they discovered, in a small oratory, a young girl kneeling, with her eyes turned toward heaven. She seemed so young, so beautiful, and there was in her piety a tenderness and a fervor, that she gave you the idea at once, of innocence, and of beatitude. Even the Commissary of the people was so much affected by the spectacle presented to him, that he contemplated it in silence, and it was manifest in his manner that his mind was filled with the mingled feelings of respect, astonishment, and admiration. Such were not the feelings of his companions ; for they began byjoking, laughing, and mocking, and then a few of the most audacious presumed to approach her. Cabonis instantly placed himself before her, and he let fall upon the kneeling maiden one end of his revolutionary standard, as if he would place her life and honor under the safeguard of the republic. He then, addressing his furious companions, who were pressing round him on all sides, said in a loud and angry voice"Citizens ! the first who touches this female- the " EVER," a little word indeed, which a child may that insults her-the first that speaks to her, dies first pronounce, but which the mind of man cannot comprehend. by my hand."