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act of speaking, inhales it more injuri- 

 ously than others. As a victim he may be 

 marked for an early death. The sympathy 

 and defense which "he would have if a wild 

 beast of the forest should assail him in 

 the pulpit does not appear to defend him 

 from the consequences of bad ventilation, 

 which fact is a proof of the absence of 

 , knowledge in relation to the subject. 



A Mechanic. 

 Buffalo, N. Y., May 3, 1860. 



From the Southern Rural Gentleman. 



The Lord's Prayer. 



We lay before our readers the Lord's 

 Prayer, beautifully paraphrased into an 

 acrostic, by Thomas Sturtevant, Jr., a soldier 

 in the 26th regiment United States Infantry. 



Our Lord and King, who reign 'st enthroned on 

 high, 



Father of light! mysterious Deity; 

 Who art the great I AM, the last, the first. 

 Art righteous, holy, merciful and just. 

 In realms of glory, scenes where angels sing, 

 Heaven is the dwelling place of God our King, 

 Hallowed thy name, which doth all names trans- 

 cend. 



Be thou adored, our great Almighty Friend, 

 Thy glory shines beyond creation's space, 

 Named in the book of justice and of grace. 

 Thy kingdom towers beyond the starry skies; 

 Kingdom satantic falls, but thine shall rise. 

 Come let thine empire, O thou Holy one. 

 Thy great everlasting will be done ! 

 Will God make known His will, His power dis- 

 play? 



Be it the work of mortals to obey. 

 Done is the great, the wondrous work of love, 

 On Calvary's cross He died, but reigns above. 

 Earth bears the record in thy holy word, 

 As Heaven adores thy love, let earth, Lord; 

 It shines transcendent in th' eternal skies. 

 Is praised in Heaven — for man the Saviour dies. 

 In songs immortal angels laud His name. 

 Heaven shouts with joy, and saints his love pro- 

 claim. 



Give us, Lord, our food, nor cease to give 

 Us that food on which our souls may live ! 

 This be our boon to-day, and days to come, 

 Day without end in our eternal home : 

 Our needy souls supply from day to day, 

 Daily assist and aid us when we pray. 

 Bread though we ask, yet. Lord thy blessings 

 lend. 



And make us grateful when thy gifts descend; 

 Forgive our sins, which in destruction place 

 Us the vile rebels of a rebel race. 

 Our follies, fruits and trespasses forgive. 



Debts which 



we ne er can pay, or thou receive 



As we, Lord, our neighbor's faults overlook 

 We beg thou'dst blot ours from thy memory's 

 book. 



Forgive our enemies, extend thy grace. 

 Our souls to save, e'en Adam's guilty race. 



Debtors to tliee in gratitude and love. 

 And in that duty paid by saints above. 

 Lead us from sin, and in thy Mercy raise 

 Us from the tempter alid his hellish ways, 

 Not in our own, but in liis name who ble^, 

 Into thine ear we pour our every need. 

 Temptation^s fatal charms help us to shun, 

 But may we conquer through thy conquering 

 Son ! 



Deliver us from all which can annoy 



Us in this world, and may our souls destroy. 



From all calamities which men betide, 



Evil and tleath, O turn our feet aside ; 



For we are mortal worms, and cleave to clay: 



Thine "tis to rule, and mortals to obey. 



7s not thy mercy. Lord, forever free '? 



The whole creation knows no God but thee. 



Kingdom and empire in thy presence fall: 



The King eternal reigns the King of all. 



Power is with thee — to thee be glory given, 



And be thy name adored by *earth and Heaven^, 



The praise of saints and angels is thy own : 



Glnry to thee, the everlasting One, 



Forever be thy triune name adored; 



Arnen! Hosanna! blessed be the Lord! 



Poverty Not So Great a Curse. 



If there is anything in the world that a 

 young man should be more thankful for 

 than another, it is the poverty which neces- 

 sitates his starting m life under very great 

 disadvantages. Poverty is one of the best 

 tests of human quality in existence. A 

 triumph over it is like graduating with 

 honor from West Point. It demonstrates 

 stuff and stamina. It is a certificate of 

 worthy labor creditably performed. A young 

 man who cannot stand the test is not worth 

 anything. He can never rise above a drudge 

 or a pauper. A young man who cannot 

 feel his will harden* as the yoke of poverty 

 presses upon him, and his pluck rise with 

 every difficulty poverty throws in his way, 

 may as well retire into some corner and hide 

 himself. Poverty saves a thousand times 

 more men than it ruins; for it only ruins 

 those who are not particularly worth saving, 

 while it saves multitudes of those whom 

 wealth would have ruined. If any young 

 man who reads this is so unfortunate as to 

 be rich, I give him my pity. I pity you, 

 my rich young friend, because you are in 



dan 



g:er 



You lack one stimulus to effort 



and excellence, which your poor Qompanion 

 possesses. You will be very apt, if you 

 have a soft spot in your head, to think your- 

 self above him, and that sort of thing makes 

 you mean, and injures you. With full 

 pockets and full stomach, and fine linen 

 and broadcloth on your back, your heart and 

 soul plethoric, in the race of your life you 



