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rustic aItars, erected at little distance from each other. The one succeeded, the oth- CT failed, and seemedt to address him in an- ger. Presently he raised a great club in hts hand, ahd, dashed out his brains. Eve turned away her head in horror 7 but that curiosity which had lost her paradise, prompted her to look again, and she saw a man and woWan of middle age, standing over the dead body; the one in speechless grief, the other shrieking and tearing her hair. At distance she beSeId the mur- dcrer fleeing away, hut ever and anon look- ing back, as if fearful of being pursued.- On his forehead she observed, as he turn- ed towards her, mark which looked as if piece of red hot iron had imbedded itsclf there.

 Who are these?' cried Adam.

 The serpent answered in his usual sweet tones

 The two youths are brothers: the man thou sees, bending in silence over the dead body, aud the woman shrieking and tear ing beg hais, are ahe parents 9f both. :. The two young, fools quarrelled about worship ping their Maker. It is thus he rewards his votaries; one by an early death, the other by a life of guilt aud remorse.'

 'Alas!' murmured Eve, what wretch ed family canst thou tell me their names 2'

 Thou shalt know hereafter when thou hast seen farther. Behold ?

 The first pair cast their eyes apprehen- sivcly towsds the plain, and saw a poor wretch fastened to a stake with quantity of light wood piled around him. Tho pile was surrounded by armed men of furious aspect; and little beyond, stood person in white surplice, with great book in his hand, apparently praying with fervency.- At his feet were a woman. and eight orten little children, kissing his robe and embra- cling his knees, while they seemed half dead with suffering. Presently the man in the white surplice shut his book: firebrand was applied to the pile of wood, and the poor wretch was slowly consumed, while his soul triuMphed even in the agonies of death, as he sung hallelujahs to the living God, The man in the white snrplice then gave out hymn, and the soldiers beat the poor woman and children away for inter- rupting the music with their groaIs. Dreadful! dreadful ? exclaimed Eve, what does all tiis mean2' 1t is nothing but favorite mode of worshipping their Maker replied the ser- epent.

 'And who, aud what is this wretched race of beipgs?' 'Thou shalt know too soon.'

 Thus, one at time, he exhibited to their |'view succession of scenes, portfayitig the worst effects of the vices of mankind. .--- The wild excesses of guilty love :; the bar barities of unfeeling bfgotry; the cold ma lignity of unbelief; the iron inAexibiliiy of 'avarice; the obliquities of envy the mad ness of jealousy; the bloody triumphs of ambition and the reckless outpourings of revenge, were all exempli6ed by scenes of the most extreme violence and atrocity, and without the relief of single solitary act of virtue.

 The innocent pair--for they were stiIl innocent of all transgressions, save one- shuddered and turned away, and gazed and shut their eyes alternately at this appalling succession of unmitigated horrors. Father of merciss ? at length cried Eve. 'whO aud what are this wretched race of robbers, tyrants and murderers? hT CHILDNEN uiSSCu SuO ScTpSutS from whose birth thou art vainly anticipa- ting happiness. They are paying the pen- allies of thy transgressions--they are THY VICTIMS. The murdered youth and the murderer are thy sons, and tho wretched parents, thou and thy guilty partner; the scenes thou has, just witnessed, are such as will every day and every hour of all future lime Dollute inc surface of this beautiful earth, and all for thy sake-yes! thine, wretched Eve !! and yet thou hast just been flattering myself and thy partner in guilt, that it is given to nortals to be happy un- der the anger of their Creator! Go, fools 1! and enjoy yourselves in the bliss of multi- plying misery, guilt and despair

 The serpent crawled away, hissing in scorn. while Eve threw herself fainting on the bosom of her beloved, cxclaiming in the agonies of remorsa,

 WE ARE PUNISHED, ADAM'