THE VILLAGE PREACHER.
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 -Go, proud infdel-teach the pond rous tones of heather learning, explore the words of Confucius--eXamine the pre- cepts of Seneca and the writings of Socrates IColect all the excelencies of the ancient

 and modern moraists and point to a sen

 tence equal to this simple prayer of the Saviour Reviled and misunderstanding lthe. grossest indlgnatiQn >.. crowned with ting curse breaks from his beast Sweet and placid as the asairations of a mothor for her nursling ascends prayer of mercy for his enemies. Father forgive them" 0, it was worthy its origin, and stamped with the bright seal of truth that his mis- sion was from heaven!

 Anquaintances, have you ever quarrell- ed? Friends. have yuu ever differed Ii he who is pure and perfect forgave his btterest enemies do you we'll to cerish your anger2 Brothers, to the precept is imperative you shall forgive not seven | times, but seven times seven.

 Husbands and wives, you have no right to expect perfection in each other To err lis the lot of humanity Illness will some times make you petulaht, and disappont-

 ment ruffles the smoothest temper. Guard

 1 beseech you with unremittng vigilance your controlled, they are genial

 heat that warns us along the way of life Iungoverned, they are consuming fires Let our strife be one of respectful atten- Itions, and conciliatory conduct. Cultivate with care, the kind and gentle affections of lthe heart Plant not but predicate the thorn that grows in your partners path. Above all, let no feeling of revenge find harbor Tn your breast; let the sun never go down on youranger A kind work--an obliging ac- tion-if it be in a triAing concern-has power superior to the harp of David in calnning the pillows of the soul

 Revenge is as incompatible with happi ness as hostile to religion. Let him whose heart is black with malice and studious .ol revenge walk through the fields clad with verdure or adorned with fowers-to his eyes there is no beauty, the flowers to him exhale no fragrance. Dark as IS hls soul nature is robed in deepest sable. The smile of beauty lights not up his bosom with joy; but the furies of hell rage in his breast and render him as miserable as he would wish the object of his hate.

 But let him lay his hand on his breast and say Revenge cast thee from me Father, forgive me as 1 forvive mine enc mies"--and nature assumes a new and de lightful garnture. Then, indeed, are meads verdant and the flowers fagrant-then is the music of the groves delightful to the eaI and the smiles of virfuous beauty lovely tc his soul