RESTORATION OF A MUTILATED HYMN.

WE alight upon the original hymn of Rev. A. C. Coxe, one which had been tinkered and half spoiled for some of the current compilations; and as some of our readers have probably never seen it, we think we do them a service in giving it entire; and we are glad, too, to have our pages glow with a strain of devotion so warm and tender. Think of it! a line so brimful of Divine truth as this, "Thou Holy Child, thou Light of light," changed into "So pure, so made to live in light"! for so it is in one of the collections. But we give the hymn entire.

"O who like thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou Holy Child, thou Light of light!
O who, like thee, did ever go
So patient through a world of woe!

O who, like thee, so humbly bore
The scorns, the scoffs of men before!
So meek, so lovely, yet so high,
So glorious in humanity!

"The morning saw thee, like the day,
Forth on thy light-bestowing way:
And evening, in her holy hues,
Shed down her sweet baptismal dews,
When bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,
Upon thy mild divinity.

"The hour when princes sought their rest

Beheld thee still no chamber's guest;
But when the chilly night hung round,
And man from thee sweet slumber found,

Thy wearied footsteps sought, alone,
The mountain to thy sorrows known,
And darkness heard thy patient prayer,
Or hid thee, in the prowler's lair.

"And all thy life's unchanging years,
A man of sorrows and of tears,
The cross where all our sins were laid
Upon thy bending shoulders weighed;
And death, that sets the prisoner free,
Was pang and scorn and scoff to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed;
And mercy with thy lifeblood flowed.

"O wondrous Lord! my soul would be
Still more and more confirmed to thee,
Would lose the pride, the taint of sin,
That burns these severed veins within,
And learn of thee, the lowly One,
And like thee all my journey run,
Above the world and all its mirth,
Yet weeping still with weeping earth.

"O, in thy light, be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!

And give me ever, on thy word,
To trace thy footsteps, O my God!
My passions lull, my spirit calm,
And make this lion heart a lamb;
And give me, all my life, to be
And sacrifice to love and thee!"

FALLING STARS.

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THE newspapers tell a clever story to the following effect. Some scientific star-gazer had got out his telescope one clear evening, and planted it at the corner of one of the streets of the city, and was taking a look at the heavens. Two of the watch came that both of them sons of Erin. "What can the man be doing?" said Michael to Patrick. "Indade," said Patrick, "he seems to be taking aim at the stars." Just then a star shot down the heavens with a long trail of quivering fire. "Faith he's hit one," said Michael, with big eyes;

and, coming up to the astronomer with a tone of authority, "Jist stop that game, if you plase; we've got no more stars than we want, and if you are after shooting them down, the city will be left in darkness entirely."

It was a very natural mistake, and wiser heads than Michael's are apt to fall into it. Every sect has its telescope speering into the theological heavens, besides numerous individuals who look through their own private glasses. And it is curious that, when some star falls, each one is very apt to think he shot it down. He watches to see Lucifer fall like lightning, and he really supposes there is a natural connection between that and the poise of his spy-glass. In Unitarian conventions you shall hear what wonders we are doing in liberalizing Orthodoxy, and making its old dogmas fall away into obscurity. In Orthodox circles you shall hear how Unitarianism is dying out, and falling like Lucifer into a pale and vanishing thread of luminosity, because they shot at it with their telescopes. All the while the atmosphere is getting cleared of its wandering meteors, and the great primal truths are coming out above in their serene eternal blaze, tipping all the mountains and trees with silver, and covering the landscapes with soft surges; and whether the theologians poke up their telescopes or not,

"The happy swains, rejoicing at the sight,

Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light."

S.

"THE BABES IN THE WOOD."

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