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From the N. r. Erening Post. The cup which my Father has given me. sIiaIl not drink 1t.

 4 .sy 5 the and tic y alike we are trained Tor the skies. .p-.Nrs. Hemans. Do ye not know-do ye not feA

 How much of earthly taint, Lingers around the human heart,

 And makes the spirit faints How many foolish, wrong desire,

 Doth lead the mind astray, 1n the wide search for happiness,

 Far from the marrow way!" And even when the light of joy

 10 beaming Q CT tine heart, How few are guided by it's rays

 To choose tine < better part. No! ye forget, when all around

 Is smooth and bright and fair The Being who bcstows the good, ss5 Ind makes us all his care. Aye: ofentimes forgef-untiI

 He, who is wise and just, Sends down his messengers of grief, To Proue our hope and trust. Then not for us--oh! not for us--

 To say what should be given By Him, who knows how much we need To turn onr hearts to heaven! M. E. '