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HOPE.--AN EXTRACT.
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ssImmortal Hope,


Takes comfort from the foaming billow's rage
And makesa welcome harbor 20 the tomb"


There is, perhaps. (says an eloquent wri-
ter of the present day. no feeling which the
human breast cherishes, so nearly connected
with its happiness as Hope. And it was
mercifuIly appointed that in world, whose
brightest visions of felicity prove but the
shadow Of q shade--whosc past pleasures,
while they feast the memory, leave the
heart aching with sense of their desertion,
and whose present enjoyments vanish ere
they are graspcd, and wlther ere they bloom
some more endni ing realities should be held
out to the anticipation OF the spirit, iainting
under wearincss and disappointment. When
sin entered the bowers of Eden, and the pri-
mary curse had been pronounced ON the
parents of the human race, HOPE, the young
and beautiful offspring of untaintcd joys, So
iourned with the exiles, and attended on
their wanderings She cheered them with
the song of future and happier days, pointed
them to the horizon Of eternal life, and show
ed the first glimmerings of that bright and
morning star, which should rise on Beth
lehem and set on Calvary, but whose bright
ness should remain, and whose memory
should live, till eternity had lost itself in its





and thorny path, and partaken deeply of
the wretchedness Of the world, which she
came to solace aud to cheer. Time was when
she could have flown over the distractions
of her path, but the cruelty of men has
bound her wings, and her feet have bled a.
/ mong the briars of the wilderness.


1t has been the Christian bosom which has
cherished best this worn and wandering pill
griul--while the pilgrim, in her turn. has
warmed and cheered the bosom that gave
her shelter And while Hope has listened
to the tale of sorrows, which the suffering
children of humanity have poured into her
ear. her eye has kndled with the brightness
of immortality, her voice has tremblcd with
the inspiration of prophecy, and she has
infused into their "song in the house OF their
lpigrimage,' the JOY and peace OF believ-
ing, and the assurance Of eternal salvation.