THE WIDOW'S MITE. Their paths are paths of plenteousness, They sleep on silk and down, And never think how heavily The weary head lies down. They know not of the scanty meal, No fire upon the cold damp hearth, They never by their window sit, The rich, they give-they miss it not- Like that which rests, thou widow'd one, Letitia E. Landon. " 343 1 Who Gazes from Mount Olivet? And as he sat upon the Mount of Olives, over against the temple, Peter, and James, and John, and Andrew, asked him privately, "Tell us when shall these things be?-ST. MARK Xiii. 3, 4. WHO gazes from Mount Olivet, His dovelike eyes with sorrow wet- Jerusalem! and sees thy doom Who is he that sees it all? Sees, when sacrilegious feet Is for vengeance most complete? WHO GAZES FROM MOUNT OLIVET? Years sweep on !-Jerusalem! Entrance to tlry treasures win. Hippicus, Antonia, fall, Mariamne-and thy wall Pierced with gates of burnish'd gold And the holy house of old, Yield unto the dreadful strife Heavens! the sacrifice of life! Murder, plunder, leagued in band, Olivet is fortress made. Mercy! that the towers of yore, Courts that saw the world adore, William B. Tappan. 345 The Memorial of Mary. There came unto him a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head as he sat at meat.-ST. MATTHEW Xxvi. 7 THOU hast thy record in the monarch's hall; The Christian traveler rests-where'er the child Looks upward from the English mother's knee, One lowly office of exceeding love! Felicia Hemans. Blessing the Bread. And as they were eating, Jesus took bread and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to his disciples, and said, "Take, eat; this is my body." And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, "Drink ye all of it; for this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins." ST. MATTHEW xxvi. 26-28. ONWARD it speeds, the awful hour from man's first fall de creed, When the dark serpent's wrath shall bruise the woman's spotless seed; The foe He met—the desert path triumphantly He trod, Soon shall a strange and midnight gloom involve the conscious Heaven, While in Jehovah's mystic fane the inmost veil is riven! rend; The yawning grave shall yield their dead, the buried saints ascend! |