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2, 4. The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away, Farewell, vain amusements, my follies adieu, They bloom for a season, but soon they decay; While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view: But pleasures more lasting, in Jesus are given, I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne, Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Home, home, sweet, sweet home, The Saints in those mansions are ever at home. O when shall I share the fruition of home. - 3. 5. Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms I The days of my exile are passing away. The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms; The time is approaching when Jesus will say— At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room, “Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne, Othere may I feast with his children at home! And dwell in my presence forever at home." Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Home, home, sweet, sweet home, O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home. othere I shall rest with the Saviour at home. -- 6a

Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be o'er,
The Saints shall unite to be parted no more;

There, loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome,
They dwell with the Saviour for ever at home.

Home, home. sweet, sweet home,
They dwell with the Saviour forever at home.

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Written for the Ladies' Garland.

FRANK KIRKLAND;

OR, TRUE FRIENDSHIP KNOWN BY ITS FRUITS.

In Two Parts.Part Second.

BIT JOHN MOFFAT.

When man was driven from the bowers of Eden, happiness, the companion of innocence, accompanied him not in his journeyings through the vale. "The world was all before him where to choose his place of rest, and Providence his guide." From the Mosaic history of the Creation, which all the sceptics in the world cannot prove untrue, to the satisfaction of any man of sane intellect and mature years, we learn, that in consequence of his disobedience, the earth was to bring forth "thorns and thistles;" and man, who was made but a little lower than the angels, and crowned with glory, honour, and dignity, was doomed to earn his bread by the "sweat of his brow," till his dust mingled with its original dust, and the spirit returned to God who gave it . Mere pomp, and the gaudy trappings of earthly grandeur, aided by sumptuous fare, delicious wines, music's spirit-stirring strains, and all the etceteras which wealth can purchase, cannot satisfy the desires of the immortal mind after happiness. The voluptuary often turns with loathing and disgust from the gaudy banquet, and is ready to endorse the experience of Solomon the wise—" Vanity of vanities, all is vanity and vexation of spirit."

The majority of mankind, however, seems to think that bliss nestles somewhere on this low terrene, and even may be found in this, that, and the other thing, and each sapient Nimrod hunts after it as inclination leads, or interest drives. Fancy lends its aid in this matter too, and under its influence, frail, erring man is tossed about like a feather in the wind, or a frail bark on the tremulous ocean. But man, on his pathway through life, must grapple with stern realities, and if, through the prostitution of time and talent, to pursuits below his dignity, as an intelligent, a rational being, he feels bitterness of spirit, there is a balm in Gilead, and a Physician there.

In such cases the world promises much, but it is still bankrupt in performance. This, however strange it may seem, only makes its devotees hang on more closely, till repeated disappointments produces either reformation, insanity, or misantrophy. Yet virtuous habits, which secure to mortals the greatest share of content and peace, compatible with their present and future wellbeing, are daily sacrificed at the unhallowed shrine of ambition, without compunction or remorse. 11

The goodness of God, which should lead to repentance, is still amply manifested toward his rational offspring. He is yet merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and of great compassion. He causeth his sun to rise and shine on the just, and on the unjust, and sends rain and fruitful seasons to fill his people's hearts with joy and gladness. Every step we take through the wide hall of nature, brings us in contact with fresh manifestations of his bounteous care, and unwearied beneficence. The deep blue sea, whether reposing in stillness, or heaving its billows in terrific grandeur, speak forth his wonder-working hand, and myriads of its finny inhabitants are subservient to the use of man. The moon from her throne—the sky—and the countless stars that spangle the vault of night, proclaim his power, and sound his lasting praise. Then why should man be so recreant to his own eternal interest, as to withhold his little tribute of adoration, praise, and love.— "God so loved the world as to give his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth should not perish, but have everlasting life." The man who despises this boon, however dignified his station, or however splendid his talents, is "poor, and miserable, and blind, and naked," in comparison with the lowest cotter on God's footstool, who has bowed to the sceptre of Immanuel, by obedience, and laid up treasures in heaven, " where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break not through nor steal." The death of the latter shall be peace; but alas, for the former. He lives without God, and without hope in the world.

Passion urges him earthward, 'reft of trust,
In joyless union, wedded with thedust.
Frail as the leaf in autumn's yellow bower,
Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower.

Is part second to be a sermon? No, courteous reader, the above remarks are necessary to my purpose, and I have quoted a text or two, for thy special benefit, before returning to Frank Kirkland, whom we left parting with his steady, staunch, and tried friend— the widow. By the aid of her counsels, and by observing a few simple rules in the regulation of his conduct, he had economized time, which had been devoted to mental improvement, with a view to future usefulness. His early habits and pursuits were the antipodes to the busy, bustling scenes of the warehouse and the store, but all impediments were eventually surmounted by patient industry and perseverance—the native resources of a vigorous mind. Honesty and integrity confer dignity on any station, it matters not how humble it may be; and these attributes of his character were duly appreciated, for he had been raised from a very subordinate situation, to one of trust and emolument.

This brings us to that critical period of Frank's life, when the strength and solidity of early instilled precepts were to be experimentally tested, by coming into contact with good and evil, in various shapes, forms, and modifications. The comfort of the future depends much upon healthy action when launching out, which forms an important epoch in each individual's history. Choice, duty, and necessity, combine to lead him beyond the previously circumscribed circle in which, in the green days of his joyous existence, he sheltered beneath the wing of parental care and solicitude, when incapable of estimating the depth and fervor of n mother's love, or a father's provident care and anxiety. He must forego the converse of the domestic circle, to hold communion with the world, to depend upon his own exertions and resources for present subsistence and a future settlement; to succeed in any, or all of these undertakings, great circumspection and diligence is necessary.

At all events, while virtue predominates, the relative duties of life are performed from a deep and abiding sense of future responsibility; whatever may be the issue of one'sj efforts, he can look into the sanctuary of the heart, without the dread of encountering the accusations of an awakened conscience. Opposing circumstances are dreaded by man, yet, strange as it may seem, these often promote his best interest. They rouse and call into operation the energies of his nature, and stimulate him to industry and activity, and when the head and hands are both kept busy, the feet finds little latitude on the broad and beaten path of folly.

Prosperity and ease are sighed after as the palladium of human felicity, yet these, ^Birough all of the past, have- strewed the ^Shores of time with myriads of victims—and are likely to do so, till human nature is completely changed.

Time is an invaluable blessing, and when properly applied, secures to man the unfading joys of eternity. Virtue is a celestial treasure, the brightest jewel in the crown of human glory. It imparts to him who bends to its authority, and practices its precepts, however high or however humble his station may be, power to subdue and reign over his own passions, an achievement which will be of more account on the day of doom, than the brightest conquest of the most illustrious Cesar that ever lived.

By poring and dreaming over the overwrought, wire-drawn, and unnatural fiction of romance, time is not only spent unprofitably, but prostituted to the very worst of purposes. The foundations of virtue are thus sapped at the very outset of life. Habits of industry and activity, give way to languid

sensibility, peevishness, discontent, and love of novelty. The common occurrences of our every-day world, are not accordant with such a state of mind; and hence, vain amusements, exhibitions, games and feats are sought after for gratification, and as " fowls of a feather always flock together," it is more than probable that the converse at such gatherings will not be either instructive or edifying. "Evil communications corrupt good manners," says the apostle to the Gentiles. Under such baleful influence, the whole head becomes sick, the whole heart faint, till the whole man— soul, body and spirit—exhibits a sad picture of our fallen and degraded nature.

Frank's prospects at the commencement of his career were very flattering, and the future was, to fancy's eye, full of hope and promise. Earth, arrayed in therobesof summer, seemed beautiful, indeed, and no cloud appeared on the horizon. Under such circumstances the grave homilies of age and experience, about the deceitfulness of the world, the seductive and debasing blandishments of pleasure, the uncertainty of life, and consequently of all things terrestrial, and so on, generally meet with a cold reception, if listened to at all. Man, to learn effectually, must feel; and when one suffers punishment . for his folly, it will be well for him, if he turns from that which is evil to do good.

The native goodness of Frank's heart, and his contracted knowledge of mankind, led him to confide too much in the hypocritical professions of some, whose real character older heads would have detected and exposed, without violating that charity which thiriketh no evil. A few of this stamp, by smooth words and fair speeches, about the beauty of virtue, morality, integrity and honor, wormed their way into Frank's affections, and led him insensibly astray, till he had frequently overleaped the barriers of virtue, to trespass on forbidden ground. Strictly speaking, he was not a "man of pleasure, nor a votary of Bacchus," but in his abberrations he had dallied in the bowers of the former, and offered a little incense at the shrine of the latter. Such desires, if not checked soon, attain the mastery over man's nature, and impart to it the stamp of perdition.

Fortunately, Frank paused in time to consider what he was, and what he was likely to become, by continuing on in his present career of thoughtless folly. He had squandered money, and sacrificed time, in seeking pleasure—to lose content—and in gratifying gross sensual appetites, which, like the grave, still cried, give, give, it is not enough. The legitimate results of such things were the pity and contempt of the wise and the good, and the consequent loss of character, credit, and reputation with society. Struck by such momentous considerations, he resolved forthwith to act with cautious circumspection, and accordingly declined an invitation given by some of his late associates to attend a party, where fun, feast and gay carousal were expected to "drive dull care away." Importunity and flattery changed not his fixed resolve; and ridicule—which taxed him with beeoming righteous overmuch, by having drunk in the pious preachings of an old lady —the widow—was also ineffectual. Such conduct was said to be unphilosophical, nay, ridici"lous, in a young person, inasmuch as it unltted him for enjoying the sports, pleasures, and pastimes suited to his nature, and hence men of erudition, and possessing minds of the strongest calibre, had rejected and denounced religion, as being too narrow and contracted for "exalted reason, and the dignity of human nature."

From Frank's late experience, such sophistry was altogether powerless; and regarding" the say so's of great men about religion, he took them at full value as opinions, but reserved to himself the right of searching, acting and judging in a matter of such momentous import, both in time and in eternity. But as ingratitude had no place in his heart, he could not, without feelings of pain, listen to, nor longer keep company with, those who stigmatized his best earthly friend, to whom we now gladly turn.

The protracted indisposition, and decease, of the respected individual, who solicited the fostering care of the widow in Maryland, and the pressing entreaties of the survivors, had prolonged her stay beyond all previous calculation. By chance, or otherwise, she came in contact with a family from the "auld sod," who gained a livelihood from cultivating the soil, remote from the hum, bustle, and snares of the crowded city.

A young lady belonging to this family, accompanied the widow to Philadelphia, for the ostensible purpose of visiting another sister, who was married to a citizen of Princeton, (N. J.) On her return from that quarter, it was agreed that the young lady was to partake of Mrs. Heatherton's hospitality, and see the wonders of nature, art, and beauty of this far-famed city.

When one who has, been conspicuous for virtue, deviates fronj/the straight line, a hundred eyes are on him, and plenty of tongues are ready to trumpet forth the dereliction. The tattlers and busy bodies were at it, and bright ideas followed each other in rank and file, at double quick rate.

"I wonder what the Scotch lady will think of her sober, pious, innocent, now," said one.

"Aye," rejoined another, "smooth water iuns deep, but he never deceived me; I still

thought that same chap had a roguish twinkle in his eye."

Miss Dounder Flaxbotham, a spinster of Celtic origin, thought it most proper to discuss matters appertaining to this matter with Mrs. Heatherton in propria persona;. As old maidens, generally speaking, are more above board, and less tond of ceremony than young maids, Miss Dounder thus began—

"Nae doubt ye'll be surprised and vex'd too, at Frank's conduct; nay, woman, I could nae hae believed that ane puttin' forth such fair blossoms, should bear sic' unhallowed fruit, or let the evil one gain such mastery over him. Gude keep us a' frae skaith. Wha kens but he may hae deluded some weak trusting creature, who has not wit enough tt keep the artfu' worthless race at bay."

The widow vainly attempted to bring her to the point, by stating charges which she could substantiate against her friend, but she only commenced a new crusade against the "lords of creation." On being informed that such conduct was highly indecorous in one come to her time o' day, she left, in high dudgeon.

There is a majesty and native dignity in the easy bearing of virtue, which more forcibly than words reproves the transgressor. Frank experienced this as his eye met the widow's, after a cordial salutation, and was abashed and silent. The cautious matron soon guessed the workings of his mind, and tapping him gently on the shoulder, said, " a groat for thy thought."

"Thou shalt have it free of charge, mother," said Frank;—" I was only thinking on the folly of man, as it is daily exhibited in seeking happiness where the Almighty has not placed it, and how much real enjqm ment he loses in pursuing vam chimeras, By not exercising proper habits of reflection.

"Right glad am I, that thou art thus employed. Man is indeed fearfully and wonderfully made, gifted with reason, and many mental properties susceptible of high improvement . He enters this world and commences his pilgrimage to the grave, from which he must rise to inconceivable joy, or to anguish unutterable. Through the avenues of sense, he receives ideas from external nature in endless variety, and from innumerable sources. Attention, without which nothing praise-worthy can be accomplished, is indispensably necessary to improvement. Knowledge comes thus through sensation, or perception by the senses, and reflection is defined as the 'act of looking back, reading, and comparing the records of memory.' By the proper exercise of these powers, aided and enlightened by divine truth, man's nature receives the highest polish it is capable of, in this imperfect state. If the noble powers which the Creator has lavished on man, be perverted, and misapplied to ignoble purposes, the fault lies with the recipient, and awful will be his responsibility, when the angel of Judgment swears that time shall be no longer."

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Frank nodded assent, and she proceeded— "In the prime of youth and vigor, it is not fitting that man should be alone. Hast thou never thought seriously of choosing a partner from among the daughters of men? One who would sooth thy sorrows, and share thy cares, caution thee against the snares of life, and strengthen thee to overcome its temptations, and the glistening baubles that lure the soul from the love and practice of good; and nourish, and minister to thy effort in sickness, and rejoice with thee inrlealth, would be worth the wooing and winning. What thinkest thou?"

"Just as thou hast thought and spoken, mother," replied Frank. "But where is such an one to be found. I see one in my dreams by night, and fancy pictures by day a lovely, y<ftmg, amiable being, capable of effecting all you speak of; but when I would grasp at the substance, the shadow itself vanishes, leaving behind those traces, which makes the 'heart know its own bitterness.'"

"It is as I suspected, then; your heart was engaged at an early period of life, and you remain faithful to love's first impressions?"

"Yes."

"And have you used any means to ascertain whether the object of your affection lives—where she lives—and if she entertains kindred sentiments toward you?" ^» "1 have repeatedly wrote to the home of ^er childhood, under the idea that she might &till be there, but have received no kind response."

"Nor an unkind one, either, I suspect 1 Well, Frank, thou hast not so much 'spunk' as I credited thee for. Why dost thou not, like a true knight, set out in quest of the mistress of thy affections?"

"I have, from my situation, and the force of circumstances, been kept from revisiting my father land; but now, when opportunity offers, I will embrace it and"

"Hold, Frank, roam not from home to seek thy joy."

"What would'st thou have me do, then V "Why, exercise patience a little longer. My late visit to Maryland brought me alongside of a sweet young maiden, who might perchance realize thy dreams."

"Be not too sanguine of this. How should a maiden of whom I know nothing, supply the place of one I know, and esteem for more substantial qualities than mere beauty, which

she must also possess, if I am not sadly out of my reckoning V

"Thou must learn the 'whys' and the 'wherefores,' and likewise a part of the history of my young friend, frae ber ain sweet lips, who, take my word for it, is baith 'gude an' bonnie,' for a' the world sic' another as your mither was when wedded to your father of excellent memory. Aye, Frank, her hair's like the ' lint tap,'* and here'e o' bonnie blue, beaming from an open, intelligent countenance, with an easy, unaffected air of simple innocence, and sweet sensibility, tell more eloquently than words, that virtue dwells within. Her form, which is faultless, is just as it was cast at first in nature's mould, and her step so light as not to skaith the gowanf on the flowery lea. Now, Frank, I have drawn you a faint picture, and as I am not guilty of tantalizing, I shall in a few days confront you with the original."

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Pshaw! I cannot describe the thrilling, throbbing, blissful emotions, that heave, with tumultuous delight and joyful surprise, in the breasts of two ardently devoted to each other, when meeting in a most unexpected manner after a long and tedious separation, enhanced by ignorance of each other's location.

Nannie Gordon's parents had left, a few months after the young adventurer had quitted his native shore, and consequently had not received the love epistles of her admirer. Her fidelity to early impressions was.- as' marked as his, and her devotion, of course, had in it more of the characteristic purity of "woman's love." Mutual explanations, and gentle chidings about things that none but lovers know, gave place to warmer sentiments, and in due time Nannie Gordon, the widow's "braw queen," became Mrs. Kirkland, to the entire satisfaction of all eoncerned. They have long since retired from Philadelphia to the western part of the State of Pennsylvania; not to roll in affluence, ease, and indolence, but to train up a family, not to be pests of society, but honorable members thereof, when called forth to act their parts in the great drama of life. Pooh —a very easy matter this. Not so easy as you imagine, my pretty.light-hearted, smoothbrowed, smiling-faced juvenile; and though it might now be a difficult matter to reason you out of your opinion, perchance time may teach you its fallacy by and by. In point of fact, the majority of mankind think wrong on this subject, else their reflections have not a salutary influence on their practice.

Folly is naturally bound up in children, and to counteract the natural effects of this, requires the greatest promptitude, watchful

* Flax top. t Flower of the wild Daisy,

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