youth, and the memory of the friend and former companion came rushing on their minds with all the endearing recollections of the morning of life.

Nor had they forgotten the favourite pupil of their poet, young Walsingham of Llanvechell, though it was with some difficulty that they could recognize, in the dignified deportment of the aged clergyman, the once enthusiastic aspirant to the honours of the Bardic Circle.

It was amidst these friends, surrounded by the fallen and impoverished, but still honoured reliques of the house of Lluellyn, that Adeline became the wife of her beloved Edward; an union which fulfilled the promise it had given, and which, alike blest and blessing, saw all within its field of influence enjoying as much peace and comfort as the tenure of humanity will allow.

If a tear would sometimes trickle down the cheek of Adeline, or a sigh escape from Edward, it was when they thought on the once pleasant fields of Rosedale, and the deep-wooded valley of the Rye.

No. XXII.

I love the altar of my Sires,

Old as my country's rocks of steel;
And as I join its sacred fires,

The present Deity I feel.

Mine is no solitary choice,

See here the seal of saints impress'd;
The prayer of millions swells my voice,
The mind of ages fills my breast.

CUNNINGHAM.

THERE cannot be a spectacle more productive of delight to the heart of a good man, than to witness his fellow-creatures assembled in the act of social worship; to see them, from a conscious sense of their mutual wants and infirmities, and of their joint dependance on Him who made them all, confessing their many transgressions, deprecating the just indignation of their God, imploring his assistance, and returning their

grateful thanks for the numerous blessings which have already been vouchsafed them.

He who best knows how to appreciate the value of solitary supplication, who has felt how soothing and consolatory it is, how essential to his happiness and well-being, both here and hereafter, that he should, under the privacy of his own roof, frequently seek the presence of that Almighty Being who has promised to relieve the wants, and succour the distress of those who draw near to him through the mediation of his blessed Son, is, at the same time, best prepared, from the knowledge of his own relation to the Deity, to enter with ardour into all those feelings which, when mingling with his brethren in the temple of their mutual Father, should bind us not only to our Creator, but to each other, uniting with ties never to be separated the love of God and man.

It would seem scarcely possible, indeed, for any human being, when forming part of a public congregation, to commence the prayer which has been left us for a model by our Saviour, without feeling from its opening words, from the emphatic and endearing expression "Our

Father," all that devotional fervour, that glowing philanthropy, that love, and charity, and humility, which social worship was intended to

convey.

It is, in fact, whilst thus surrounded by those who are, like himself, engaged in the adoration. and supplication of the Author of all things, that the Christian, whatever be his station in this life, may imbibe the most delightful, satisfactory, and correct views of the paternal goodness of the Deity, and of the feelings which should regulate his own conduct, and that of his fellow-worshippers, with regard to each other.

Assembled together as the children of one common parent, and in the act of imploring his forgiveness and protection, of which we all alike stand in need; conscious that in a few years all that now serves to mark the distinctions of rank, and wealth, and power, will be no more; that before Him from whom we issued, and who made us what we are, we shall soon be called, stripped of every thing adventitious, and with no claim save that which faith and piety can prefer; how, on considerations such as these, must all the emotions of pride and envy, of vanity and am

bition, sink within us! We look around and behold the young and old, the rich and poor, the strong and weak, alike prostrate before the throne of Him who views his offspring with an equal eye; who formed us from the same dust, who breathed into our nostrils the same breath of life, and who receives us as the children of the same redemption. Is it possible that, believing this, and engaged, as we must then be, in mutually praying for the temporal and eternal welfare of each other, we can suffer any emotions but those which spring from love and gratitude, to enter within our breasts?

Can the lowly man who reflects on these things, and who feels that, here at least, in the house of prayer, and in the presence of Him who descended to preach the Gospel to the poor, he is on a level with the rich and lordly of the earth, can he any longer repine at distinctions thus transient in their nature, and which, while necessary here for the very trial of his faith and love, are to vanish with the world which gave them birth? them birth? Or can he, the associate in his petitions, the man of wealth

and title, who is kneeling at the same altar, and