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and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night, sliall not 

 cease." (Gen. viii. 22.) With what feelings of delight we wander 

 forth amid the lovely scenery of nature, so conducive to a healthy 

 state of mind and body ; when, having laid aside the cares of the 

 world for a season, we enjoy with congenial minds sweet converse, 

 and contemplate the wonderful productions of the earth, and con- 

 sider the admirable order and beauty which pervades the whole, — 



" Not a tree, 

 A plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains 

 A folio volume. We may read and read, 

 And read again, and still find something new, 

 Something to please, and something to instruct." 



We may see, in everything, the power, the wisdom, and good- 

 ness of God. His power in the Creation, His wisdom in the 

 arrangement, and His goodness in the continued preservation of 

 the whole. Well might the Royal Psalmist exclaim in admira- 

 tion, " O Lord, how manifold are thy works ; in wisdom hast Thou 

 made them all ! the earth is full of thy riches !" When we are 

 led to examine the structure of a simple blade of grass, we may 

 perceive, that, with all our skill and science, we cannot create one 

 like it. When we view, as at this season, the fields clothed with 

 the golden com, we must confess, that unless the Giver of all good 

 so wills it, man may have laboured in vain. We may drain, we 

 may plough, we may sow, we may do everything that lies in our 

 power ; but it is the Lord alone that giveth the increase, ** reserving 

 unto us the appointed weeks of the harvest." And, in the animal 

 world, how wonderful is every creature, from the smallest insect 

 that crawls upon the earth, to man himself. 



" How wondrous is this scene ! Where all is form'd, 

 With number, weight, and measure ! All design 'd 

 For some great end ! Where not alone the plant 

 Of stately growth ; the herb of glorious hue, 

 Or foodful substance ; not the labouring steed, 

 The herd, and flock that feed us ; not the mine 

 That yields us stores for elegance and use ; 

 The sea that loads our table, and conveys 

 The wanderer man from clime to clime, — with all 

 Those rolling spheres, that from on high shed down 



