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indeed were possible, even in less time than on any others. She 

 longed for time ; she had many things to do which were necessary 

 and of consequence, but nature had her urgent wants too, and urged 

 the claim effectually. 



They generally attended divine service on Sundays, sometimes 

 twice, though they had no scruple in giving it up altogether for a 

 water excursion to Richmond or Gravesend; and in attending it was 

 not with the humble, heartfelt, devotional, sense of performing a 

 sacred duty or availing themselves of an inestimable privilege ; 

 they went to church because it was respectable and becoming to do 

 so, and they carried with them the same love of novelty, excitement, 

 and bustle which characterised all their other proceedings. 



To have frequented their own pew in their parish church, or, by 

 attending the ministry of one clergyman, to have given themselves 

 an opportunity of hearing the whole round of Christian doctrines and 

 duties unfolded and enforced, would have appeared to them tame and 

 uninteresting. But if a new church was to be opened, if an old one 

 had any thing remarkable in its architecture or decorations, or con- 

 tained a fine picture or a fine organ, or a charity sermon was to be 

 preached by a popular preacher, or a stranger from the country or 

 from Scotland or Ireland was expected, or a converted Jew, or any 

 thing else, as Mrs. Hurst termed it, out of the common way, there 

 was she, with her train, sure to be found. 



{To he continued.) 



ODE BY SOO-HWUY. 

 (From the Chinese.) 



Can I forget the hour when from my arras 



My love by cruel fate was torn away ? 

 Scenes, once so bright, for me have lost their charms. 



While memory weeps and tunes her saddest lay. 



That sad farewell now sinks upon my heart — 

 Is heard, as when on yonder bridge we parted ; 



Thy tears of anguish to my cheek impart 



The chilling touch that left me broken-hearted. 



On no fond breast could then my heart repose. 

 Nor anxious thought a soothing refuge find ; 



Though yeai-s have passed, the same are still my woes. 

 The deeper made by traces left behind. 



While, beauteous moon ! on thy bright face I gaze, 

 I would be mirrored in the deep like thee. 



Or like yon cloud, now brightened by thy rays. 

 Upon the mountain top would cradled be. 



That he most dear with rapture might behold 

 My smile of constancy and love as oft 



As thou, M-ithin thy fields of aaure rolled, 

 A sphere of light for ever pure and soft ! 



