Is that the whole of it,

Ever and anon.
Body and soul of it
Going and gone?

Fondest hopes blasting!

Oh! horrible theme!

Is life everlasting

A fanciful dream?

Is there no hope for us,
Merciful God!

But a lone scope for us
Under the sod?

Is there not grace for us,
Father of love!

Room for us, place for us
With thee above?

Are there not mansions
Prepared for the just?

God of salvation!

In thee is our trust!
Jesus hath died for us,

He hath the power;
He shall decide for us
In the dark hour.

Our cares on him casting
Shall lighten our gloom!
And to life everlasting,

Will rise from the tomb.

Then life is a blessing—

A boon from aboveA gift worth possessing, A token of love. Whoso neglecteth it, Proves a bad liver; Whoe'er rejecteth it Spurneth the giver. Take it with gratitude;

Cherish it, care for it; Crave you beatitude?

You must prepare for it. Waste not your energies, Toiling for Mammon : False is the idol

As Jupiter Ammon.

Are you in thraldom?

You must come out of it,

That we may all come,

There is no doubt of it:

Nothing restrictory

Crosses the road

Press on to victory,
Children of God!

To love and love's labor

Then limit your strife; Be God and your neighbor

The joy of your life.

WANTS HIS LAND-WARRANT.

HILE the Creek war was rag

ing, a portion of those Indians were friendly to the whites, and have received bounty land warrants for their services; but occasionally one on the wrong side of the question puts in his claim, most ignorantly, but with great faith in getting it.

A short time since a renowned Hajo of the Creek nation requested the services of one of our attorneys while traveling in the Indian country, in procuring his land warrant from the Department. The lawyer was delighted at the prospect of a good fee; the Indian promising him half the worth of the warrant, in the event of it being obtained. The lawyer

wished to know of his employer the services he had rendered.

"Don't know talk like this," said the astonished Indian.

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'Well, who did you fight under ?" continued the lawyer.

"Me fight under log," said Hajo.

"No, no; but who was your captain ?" the lawyer inquired.

"Me big man, me captain too," answered the Indian.

"I want to know where you fought," said the lawyer, "at what battle ?"

"Me fight big heap, me shoot behind tree, me shoot under bank river. shoot big gun heap," said the Indian.

"Well, what did you shoot at," asked the lawyer, thinking that he would defer further questions till an interpreter could be procured.

"Me shoot at Gineral Jackson, tree, four times," replied the warrant seeker.