trated most boldly into the temple, are sure it will fall; and none who have witnessed the delighted recognition of the twins, even for a moment, can ever fear that either will die. They are confident that even the sacrilegious will not resist the united sisters. The eye of faith beholds Superstition and Pseudo-Philosophy vanishing into the dark atmosphere of Death, followed by their kindred crowd of Paradoxes and Abuses; while the cherub Happiness occasionally peers from among the clouds. Blessed be God! who gives us a vision of the glorious consummation!-Despising alike the hue and cry of furious Superstition, and the scoff of Pseudo-Philosophy, let us listen to the voice of Reason, and in the warm light of Religion pursue our narrow way to life eternal.

FLOWERS.

"I have thought wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields truths which it is not given to our fallen natures to understand."

LET herbs and trees arise! and fruits and flowers!
The Almighty said, and swiftly from his throne,
On wings of love, sped thousand thousand Powers,
Each to obey in manner all his own.
On plastic forms of matter to impress
Their various nature, was the holy plan;
For they foresaw, with seraph tenderness,
That kindred spirits were to dwell in man :
And much they fear'd amid the darksome clod
The flame of soul would dimly burn, or die;
And thus they strive to wake the embryo god,
In forms of beauty speaking to the eye.

Spirits of love! I feel your sacred power,

And truths mysterious breathe from every flower.

THE GARDEN OF ROSES.

A VISION.

ONCE, when clouds of doubt and despondency hung heavily over my mind, so that the sun of happiness was obscured, and did not shed one cheering ray, I fell into a sort of dream; I thought that it was given my spirit to shake off its fleshly incumbrance, and to rise into light and happiness.

For a while I only rejoiced in my freedom, and like a bird just fledged, was contented with fluttering my wings and trying my newborn.

powers.

Presently I seemed to rise above the earth, where I could look down upon its concerns, and behold what was upon it. It appeared to me at first like an immense plain, but as I looked longer, I saw it was diversified by every variety of form in which beauteous nature seems to love to display herself; then I saw that it was covered with myriads of human beings all hurrying on

with the eagerness of pursuit. As I looked, every charm which the fair face of things can show, was discoverable.

The mountains stood "fixed in their strength -looking tranquillity." Every sublime form, every enchanting prospect, every touching grace that this glorious world ever presents, was around me in rich luxuriance; all breathed forth delight, sweetly "slept in silence," or in solemn tones murmured the high praises of the great and holy One who spake them into existence.

But my attention was soon directed towards the moving crowd of mortals, who were all hastening on in the same direction, though all by different roads.

I looked to see what was the universal object, and discovered in a distant part of the glorious scene before me, a garden. It was filled with roses of every different species, and of matchless beauty.

The walls of the garden were of a highly polished surface, and I could perceive that they reflected the wishes of those who approached

them, so that they presented an endless confusion of forms and hues which fancy had conjured up for each individual, and which there mingled their rays.

The sun seemed to rest upon the garden with a brighter glow than elsewhere; and formed a rainbow over it, from the fragrant dews that arose from the flowers. I saw that all mankind were hurrying on to the garden of roses. were eager to gather their flower of joy.

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I observed that some travelled to the garden over narrow, steep, and difficult roads; but I perceived that they were the straightest, and that they presented the finest views; and I remarked that when these travellers ascended an eminence, though they did not seem insensible to the beauty of the garden of roses, they looked far beyond it, and though they were delighted with the glorious arch that hung over it, they still lifted up their eyes to the pure sky above it, and thought more of the light from heaven, than of the dews from earth, which formed it. I saw that the hardy pilgrims who took this road saw