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Notices of New Boohs. 



In the deep shade of the forest, 

 On the high and naked mountain ; 

 Ye who trace the Maker's finger 

 In this world of his creation, 

 And look through this bright creation, 

 Through these los and Edusas, 

 These Sybillas and Machaons, 

 Through the hosts of minute creatures 

 Peopling every blade and blossom, 

 Up aloft to Him who made them ; 

 Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, 

 And have faith in God and Nature, 

 Who believe with all your spirit 

 In benevolence eternal. 

 Inexhaustible and perfect ; 

 Ye who sometimes in your rambles 

 Through the green lanes of the country, 

 Where the Clematis and brier 

 Intertwine their arms in wedlock. 

 Pause to drink a draught of pleasure. 

 Far apart from all that's worldly ; 

 You I ask to read this Poem, 

 Kead this short and simple Poem ; 

 Ponder o'er its peaceful teaching/* 



Introduction^ p. 4. 



" But in learning or instructing. 

 In receiving or in giving. 

 In that intercourse with mankind 

 Into which the path of Science 

 Must inevitably lead thee, 

 Must most innocently lead thee, 

 Mind in all things let the conscience. 

 Planted in thy breast by heaven , 

 Be thy rule and guide of conduct. 

 If through life we yield obedience. 

 Cheerful, without hesitation. 

 To that everpresent mentor. 

 That infallible director. 

 Then we find no cause for mourning. 

 Vain or unavailing sorrow : 

 Memory then, like placid moonbeams. 

 Sheds a soft and silvery lustre 

 On the days that have departed ; 

 Happiness, with smiling features, 

 Child of innocent employment. 

 Brilliant as the noonday sunshine. 

 Lights the now of our existence. 



