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is embellished by the graces and knowledge of 

 this world." 



My aunt ihen sat down to the piano-forte, 

 and summoned us all to dance. Mr. L. and my 

 uncle were so good as to join our party, and we 

 danced very merrily for about an hour ; and so 

 ends our last night with these very engaging 

 Lumleys. 



MIIS. LUMLEY'S HYMN. 



Teach me, O God ! to Thee my voice to raise 

 In meek submission, and in humble praise ; 



In all events, thy gracious will to see, 

 In all misfortunes, to behold but Thee. 



To feel, in want and anguish, all thy love, 



The tender father's discipline to own ; 

 To know that sorrow comes, my heart to prove, 



To feel the warning of thy awful frown. 



O ! make me grateful, that I'm timely tried, 



And forced from earthly cares to love Thee, Lord ! 



That, by thy chastisement, thus purified, 

 I live in Thee, and in Thy holy word. 



As lightning clears the sky, by clouds o'ercast, 



So shall adversity my heart revive ; 

 When worldly joy is gone, and sorrow past, 



My humbled heart in faith and hope shall live. 



The sun behind our western hills declines, 

 But gilds the evening clouds with golden ray : 



Thus when the morn of life no longer shines, 

 Still Christian hope illumes our fading day. 



And as the rising sun dispels the night, 



So shall we wake with joy in Gospel light. 



I5th. Mr. Lumley said the other day, that 

 the inhabitants of the Apennines were like the 

 people of Auvergne in their manners ; so I took 



