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LETTER IV.-IRELARD. 
BY OLEZEN F. WII,COX. 
Disappointments. 
The sun was just setting on the third of July as 
we walked into Belfast. The day had heen uncom¬ 
monly warm, and the roads were dry and dusty, 
which made it unpleasant traveling. We were 
thoroughly fatigued and went directly to our inn, 
having first ascertained that a train of cars started 
for Dublin early in the morning, for there was 
nothing in Belfast we particularly cared to see, and 
we dete.rmed to celebrate the “ Fourth” by a trip 
on the Railroad to the Capital of Ireland. 
The Fourth of July. 
Morning came; we rose in good season and or¬ 
dered our breakfast, telling tho landlady to be 
expeditions, for our time was limited, 'ibis infor¬ 
mation did not hasten the operations Of that 
scheming dame, bnt r ather seemed to operate con- 
trurywise, and we coutd casi y perceive her game 
was to delay us beyond the time, that she might 
have the pleasure of furnishing our dinner and a 
larger bilk However, by dint of close watching 
ami good management we ont-geueraled her, and 
after hastily “bolting” the meal, looked at our 
watches and found we had just ten minutes tu 
travel tbe half mile to the Station, which we had 
passed on the previous evening. Taking the knap¬ 
sacks in our Imude, we rattled down stairs, but our 
exit was not so easily made. The front door was 
fast cued with a multiplicity of holts, locks and 
chains, which would have defied the ingenuity of 
the great American locksmith, Hobbs. E-rat¬ 
tled the chains, pulled buck the bolts and turned 
the key, but all to no purpose. The door was as 
fast as ever. The} minutes were gliding away.— 
I stood by fretting and impatient, till an exhorta¬ 
tion to “break the confounded thing and get out 
somehow,” reached the ears of the landlady on 
the top of the stairs, bringing her down to our aid 
somewhat hastily, and we were quickly free. We 
bent our steps for the Station, and as we entered 
the gates, saw a nniu dressed in the company's uni¬ 
form. I asked him where the train was lor Dublin. 
He stared till I repeated the question more em¬ 
phatically, and then broke out “To Dublin is it, to 
Dublin yc want to go.” “Yes, to Dublin, where's 
the train.” “Ob, at the other Station, a mile aud 
a half from here, on the other side of town.” 
We had time enough then, and were in no hurry 
about finding the Station, for we could not go till 
afternoon. While strolling through the streets, 
we came suddenly in sight of the “stars and 
8tripcH’”fIoating above the residence of the Ameri¬ 
can Consul. It seemed like meeting a familiar 
friend. We stopped beneath the folds and gazed 
at those proud colors, and talked of the celebra¬ 
tions and rejoicings which that day pervaded our 
native land. 
Dublin. 
The tickets for the afternoon train costone-third 
more than those would for the one in the morning. 
We were punctual in taking our seats, and in due 
time fouud ourselves in Dublin. The journey was 
not particularly interesting, for the sky was filled 
with leaden colored clouds that sent down driz¬ 
zling showers. At Dublin I expected letters from 
home, aud with rapid steps went directly to the 
Post-Office. But 1 was doomed to a more bitter 
disappointment, than in the morning. 
The next day we were busily engaged in seeing 
the city, traversing its spacious streets, and admi¬ 
ring its many and exceedingly magnificent public 
buildings. Among these the Bank of Ireland is 
one of the finest. It was formerly the Parliament 
house, and is constructed without windows on the 
outside, but is lighted from above, and by windows 
thatlook intol.be courtyard. It covers oneacre and 
a half Including the enclosed court yard, and a 
regiment of soldiers might be paraded on the level 
roof. In St, Patrick’s Cathedral we saw Dean 
Swift’s monument which is a plain slab of marble. 
Directly above it is his bust, which is believed to 
be a correct likeness. Near by is a tablet that 
Swift erected to the memory of Mrs. Juiinso.n,— 
better known in his writings by the name of 
Stella. On the north side is a black marble slab 
which he dedicated to the Duke of Schoubeko 
who fell in the battle of the Boyne, and in another 
place a tablet by which he commemorated the 
faithfulness of his servant, .Alexander McGee.— 
There are numerous other monuments in the 
Cathedral, but to n.e these were the most inter¬ 
esting. 
The celebrated Four Courts next attracted our 
attention. It is indeed an immense structure, be¬ 
ing quadrangular in form, and measures in front 
foui hundred and forty feet, and in depth one hun¬ 
dred aud seventy. It stands close by the river, 
and in the center pile of buildings are the four 
courts of judicature. Wo entered the great hull 
which is circular in form, and measures sixty-four 
feet in diameter. The entrances to the courts are 
from this hall. It is surmounted by a dome, in 
which are windows, and below the windows are 
eight statues of Liberty, Wisdom, Law, Justice, 
Eloqueuoe, Morey, Pruienco and Punishment_ 
The hall presented a curious and busy scene; there 
were lawyers of the different courts, dressed in 
long black gowns aud frizzled grey wigs, conver¬ 
sing with their clients, or bantering jokes with 
each other, and clients standing around, some with 
anxious countenances, and others light-hearted 
with success. I asked a pleasant looking old gen¬ 
tleman if strangers were allowed to go Into the 
courts. He replied they were open to every one, 
aud finding us to be Americans, very kindly ac¬ 
companied us through all the courts, telling the 
names of the lawyers and judges, and giving a 
great deal more information thau we remembered. 
Continuing onr walk to the upper part of the 
city, we entered the Phenix Park which, derives 
its name from the figure ot a Phenix, sculptured 
on the top of a Corinthian pillar, about forty feet 
high, and represented ns emerging trom the flames. 
Thu Park contains sixteen hunuved acres, beiug 
more than four times the size of Hyde Park, in 
London. The grounds, however, more resemble 
a large enclosureof common country,being neither 
so finished and perfect, nor displaying so much 
skill in landscape gardening. Near the entrance 
stands a plain massive obelisk of mountain granite, 
rising from a pedestal to tbe height of two hun¬ 
dred and five feet. It is erected to commemorate 
the services of Wellington, and his principal 
victories are inscribed on its sides. The Park 
formerly belonged to the Knight Templars. The 
river I.iflfey flows by it, and nearly through the 
center of Dublin, where, npon each side, there is 
a quay of granite extending two miles and a half. 
Crossing the Channel. 
After spending two days in Dublin we were 
ready to depart. Our travels in Ireland, although 
instructive, had not been extremely pleasant, and 
we were not sorry when we stepped on board of the 
steamer, which was to convey us to Holybead, in 
Wales. It was a misty, dreary morning, the sky 
stormy and the sea rough. From the deck I watched 
the Wicklow mountains, till they blended with the 
rain, and then turned to survey the scene before 
me. The decks were drenched by the storm,'and 
the passengers crouched close to the wheel lionses 
where they got partial shelter, for the wind was too 
strong to permit the use of umbrellas. Below, the 
scene was worse, if possible, than the one we had 
witnessed when crossing to Port Rush. The cabin 
was crowded with worneu who were all sea sick, 
besides, it had been recently painted, and the smell 
was extremely disagreeable. There were many 
tourists on board, and I believe they were all sea¬ 
sick. One by oue they were compelled to yield to 
the power of the disease. I walked the deck brave¬ 
ly for a while, vainly hoping to escape its dread 
visitations. 
There was one German on board, a large, robust 
man, who seemed to be exceedingly amused when¬ 
ever any passenger evinced symptoms of sickness. 
He would look at me and laugh when any one went 
to the side of tbe vessel and vomited. Before we 
got half way across, I observed a change come 
over his countenance. His mirth gave way to 
sadness, which deepened to an expression of 
anxiety and loathing. I asked him what was the 
matter. “ Oh, mine gootaess,” said he, pressing his 
hands on his stomach, "Oh! I feel so pad pout 
here! I do feel so pad pout here.” At the same 
time shaking his head and forcingoutanexpression 
uT disgust from between bis closed teeth. Present¬ 
ly I saw him leaning over the bulwark. 
Holyhead. 
We were all glad when the river cliffs of Wales 
loomed out of the clouds, and we ran into a bay 
past a rocky promontory aud stopped along side 
of a pier in the harbor of Holyhead. Walking 
into the town, we entered the King’s Arms, which 
was the first respectable inn we perceived, and sat 
down before a cheerful fire. There was no one in 
the room but ourselves, and such a feeling of com¬ 
fort possessed ns, that for several ruinates wc sat in 
alienee, gazing into the blaze, and musing with as 
much nonchalance, as if we had been in our own 
homes. Presently the landlady enme in, and wo 
dt-sired her to have a good dinner ready in three- 
quarters of an hour. Meanwhile the rains ceased, 
and to rid ourselves of the lingering qualmishness 
we strolled about. I noticed a large proportion of 
hotels and houses of public entertainment, and a 
remarkable attlluess in the town. Tho church is 
very old, and the yard around It thickly dotted by 
the horizontal slabs which cover the graves._ 
They have a queer custom of writing on the tomb 
stone tho kind of occupation which the deceased 
followed while living. At the inn we remarked a 
favorable difference in point of cleanliness, from 
what we had experienced in Ireland. There were 
some books in tbe room, and among them a Bible 
printed in the Welsh language, and dated in the 
earlier part of the 16th century. 
DAMASCUS. 
Independently of its central position, Da¬ 
mascus has attractions in itself superior, per¬ 
haps, to any city in tbe East. We have heard 
of “rose-red cities half as old as time,” but Da¬ 
mascus is at least as old as any received history, 
and, is, in fact, tho oldest city wc know of which 
preserves to this day ils original importance.— 
From the time when Abraham left his home "be¬ 
tween the rivers,” to journey westward to the 
“Land of Promise,” its name has been familiar; 
iis beauty and riches have been proverbial for 
4,000 years, and it has been a link never broken, ' 
between the patriarchal uges and that of the steam 
eugiue and electric telegraph. It has come under 
the dominion of David, of Scroboam, of I’U ruoli 
Necho, of Nebuchadnezzar, of Alexander, of the 
Ptolemies, of Poinpey, of Cleopatra, of Herod, of 
the Moslem, of the Crusaders, of Timour the Tar¬ 
tar, of the Sultans of Constantinople, and the Pa¬ 
shas of Egypt, yet it survives and still flourishes. 
Here is still the “street called Strait,” where An- 
nanias came, directed by a vision, to call for “one 
called Saul of Tarsus.” Here is still shown a 
window—by tbe way, of Saracenic origin—from 
which it is said the apostle was let down. Here 
is the site of St. Paul's conversion, also misplaced, 
but the Improbability of which is even cited 
as a proof of its genuineness. And here arc the 
tomb of Saladin, the head of John the Baptist, the 
house of Naamau, and tho Mosque of SultanSelim. 
So varied are the associations, near and remote, 
real or apocryphal, of a city which crowns them 
all by its positiou and luxuriant verdure, its gar¬ 
dens its pasture, and its “lucid streams”—its 
Abanaand Pharphnr, “better than all the waters 
of Israel.”—AVio York Despatch . 
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An Old House. — The singular old house iu 
Medford, Mass., in which Governor Braddock, of 
revolutionary fame, once lived, is still standing.— 
It was erected in 1643; and from the peculiar 
feature of loop-holes, lire proof closets, wall IS 
inches thick, and out-sidc door cased with iron, 
we are led to infer that it was occupied as a fort. 
It is built of brick, which were imported from 
England, and is tho oldest house that retains its 
primitive form in New England; and, unless there 
are some dwellings of the early settlers of James¬ 
town still standing, it is the oldest relic of the kind 
iu the United States.— Boston Traveler. 
The incapacity of men to understand each other, 
is one of the principle causes of their ill temper 
towards each other. 
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HENRY A. WISE. 
We this week present the readers of the Rural 
with a portrait of the present Governor of Vir¬ 
ginia, Henry A. Wise. The name will doubtless 
be familiar to many, as it was publicly mentioned 
in connection with tbe Chief Magistracy previous 
to the holding of the Democratic Convention at 
Cincinnati during the pwst year. 
The subject of our sketch was born in Drum¬ 
mond Town, Accomack Co., Virginia, on the third 
of December, 1806. He was the son oi Sarah and 
John Wise, the latter an eminent lawyer of that 
day, and at the date mentioned, clerk of the courts 
of the county; and prior to tho year 1800, be had 
been speaker of tho House of Delegates of the 
Legislature of the State. He was early deprived 
of his parents. His father died iri the seventh aud 
his mother in the eighth year of his age. His first 
guardian was his maternal grandfather, General 
Cropper, an efficient and valuable officer in the 
great struggle for our national independence.— 
After the death of bis mother, Henry was placed 
under the care of a widowed paternal aunt — a 
pious lady of strong sense, and fond of books. She 
taught him to read, and required him to repeat the 
Lord’s Prayer, at her knee, each night and morn¬ 
ing. In his tenth year he was sent to M irgarette 
A caul e my, where he proved a wild and reckless 
youth, more given to boisterous sports, than to 
books and menial culture. He was ever ready for 
excitement, and from his game qualities in a physi¬ 
cal set-too, he was christened “ Hard Bargain," by 
which he was known while at the school. 
In 1821, upon the death of his grandfather Crop¬ 
per, Henry chose John Custis, senior, of Deep 
Creek, to bo his guardian. This gentleman had 
married Henry's father’s half-sister, and was au 
old Roman of the pure old-fashioned Virginia 
stock. He lived with him until September, 1822, 
when he sent him to Washington College, Penn¬ 
sylvania. As hi3 character had now become 
steady, he advanced rapidly in his studies; and 
after a brilliant collegiate career, he graduated in 
October, 1825. In 1828, Mr. Wise obtained his law 
license; and, in the fall of that year, he removed 
to Nashville, Tennessee, where he continued the 
practice of his profession for two years. Iu 1830, 
with his wife and one child, he returned to Acco¬ 
mack, 
While a resident of Tennessee, the political pro¬ 
clivities of Mr. W. were first exhibited. In 1828 
he deposited his first vote for Jackson. After his 
return to Virginia lie devoted himself to his pro¬ 
fession. having llule to do with political affairs 
until 1832, when we find him in the arena laboring 
for tbe re-election of General J. At this period, 
the fearful issues of Nullification sprang into beiug, 
and Richard Coke, then Representative, was the 
candidate for Congress in what is now known as 
the “Wise district,” ami the advocate of these 
weftsurca. Mr. W ise was brought out as the Uuion 
candidate, and chosen by fonr hundred majority. 
Again tbe two met for the votes of the people, but 
Mr, Coke withdrew, leaving the field entirely to 
Mr. Wise. In 1S42 he was again returned to the 
House in opposition to Hill Carter, by the usual 
majority of about four hundred. In 1843 Mr. 
Wise was appointed U. S. Minister to Brazil. Ilia 
labors here were arduous and hazardous. He was 
brought in collision with Imperialism, and defied 
its frown. The Emperor requested his recall.— 
The President justified his action— refused to 
recall—and sent a successor, only at the request of 
Mr. Wise. 
In 1847, he returned to Virginia—occupying 
himself upon *uis farm. In 1848 he was one of the 
Electors of Virginia and advocated the election of 
Lewis Cass. He was finally nominated for the 
highest position in the gift of his native State, and 
after a canvass, which is probably, without a paral¬ 
lel, was triumphant. 
Mr. Wise has his peculiarities, and ie deemed 
by many as an erratic individual, but the only 
point (undoubtedly a good one in these days of 
political degeneracy) discernible iu his character 
on which an argument could be well-founded, is 
his consistency. We have nothing to say, pro or 
con, as regards the principles he advocates—he 
has ever stood by them—and, when vacillation 
marks the path of the politician, this is worthy of 
commendation. 
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All are ready to punish a bad action; few to re¬ 
ward a good oue. 
A PORTRAIT OF NAPOLEON. 
Tna personal appearance of Napoleon in the 
last days of his power is thus described by Lamar¬ 
tine: 
“The Empire had made him old before his time. 
Gratified ambition, satiated pride, the delights of 
a palace, a luxurious tabic, a voiuptuoua couch, 
youthful wives, complaisant mistresses, long vigils, 
sleepless nights, divided between labor and festive 
pleasures, the habit of constant riding which made 
lam corpulent, all tended to deaden his limbs and 
enervate his faculties. An early obesity overload¬ 
ed him with flesh. His cheeks, formerly streaked 
with muscles, and hollowed by the working of 
genius, were broad, full and overhanging,like those 
of Otho in the Roman medals of the empire. An 
excess of bile mingling with the blood gave a 
yellow tint to the skin, which,at a distance, looked 
like a varnish of pale gold on bis countenance. 
Ills lips still preserved their Grecian outline and 
steady grace, passing easily from a smile to a men¬ 
ace. His solid, bony chin formed an appropriate 
base for his features. His nose was but a line, 
thin and transparent. The paleness of his cheeks 
gave greater brilliancy to tbe blue of his eyes; his I 
look v. ms searching, unsteady as a wavering flame 
—an emblem of inquietude. His forehead seemed 
to have widened, from the scantiness of his thin 
black hair, which was falling from the moisture ot 
continual thought. 
“It might be said that his bead, naturally small, 
bad increased in size to give ample scope between 
his temples for the machinery and combination ot 
a mind every thought of which wns an empire. 
The map of the world seemed to have been en¬ 
crusted on the orb of that reflective head. But it 
was beginning to yield; and he inclined it often 
on his breast, while crossing his arms like Freder¬ 
ic the Great — an attitude and gesture which he 
appeared to affect. Unable any longer to seduce | 
his courtiers and bis soldiers by the charm of I 
youth, it was evident he wished to fascinate them | 
by the rough, pensive and disdainful character of 
himself—of his model, in his latter days. He 
molded himself, as it were, into the statue of Re¬ 
flection, before his troops, who gave him the nick¬ 
name of Father Thoughtful; he assumed the pose 
of Destiny. Something rough, rude and savage in 
Ills movements revealed libs southern and insular 
origin. The man of the Mediterranean broke out 
constantly through the Frenchman. His nature 
too great and too powerful for the part he had to 
play, overflowed on all occasions. He bore no re- 
semtdanee to any of the men around him. Supe¬ 
rior and altogether different, he was an offspring of 
the sun, of the sea, and of the battle-field — out of 
his element even in his own palace, and a stranger 
even in his own empire. Such was at this period 
the profile, the bust, and the external physiognomy 
of Napoleon.” 
Decatur. — The following portrait of Decatur 
is drawn by “Peter Parley” inhis“Recollection?,” 
just published:—He was rather below the middle 
size, but of a remarkable compact, symmetrical 
form. He was broad-shouldered, full-cheated, thin 
in the flank; his eye was black, piercing, and lit 
with a spark of fire. His nose was thin, and 
slightly hooked; his lips were firm, his chin small, 
bnt smartly developed. His whole face was long 
and bony, his complexion swarthy, his hair jet 
black and twisted in ropy curls down his forehead 
and over his ears. Altogether he was a remarka¬ 
ble looking man, and riveted the attention of every 
otic who saw him. By the side of the quiet 
thoughtful Jones, and the dark, huinlsume, com¬ 
placent Biddle — his fellow prisoners— he seemed 
like a caged eagle, ready to rend into atoms the 
bars which restrained him. 
Tub Three Physicians. — The celebrated 
French physician, Pumoulin, on his death-bed, 
when surrounded by the citizens ot Paris, who re¬ 
gretted the loss which the profession would sus¬ 
tain in his death, said: — “ My friends, I leave be¬ 
hind me three physicians much greater than 
myself.” Being pressed to name them, each of the 
doctors supposing himself to be one of the three, 
he answered, “Water, Exercise, and Diet.” 
It is sometimes quite enough for a man to feign 
ignorance of that which he knows, to gain the 
reputation of knowing that of which he is ignorant. 
You ask from me. dMCffittaBE 
A tribute yoiffKilf;— 
Say, -teareat, riinlyLfc*^ , on 
Fame, happimflBff w'eiiffflr^ 
Fame is but empty honor, 
Uncertain, fickle ton,— 
To-day you think you grasp It*- *■ 
To morrow whAt 
Wealth i“ but lifc^-ira, 
Tim mi-.-r'i highest Ins;— 
Then bid rot, Meat- 
To wish ynu wealth or 
But, could my love insure it, 
True happiness I’d crave, 
A Christian'a life, a Christian’s death, 
Aud hope beyond the grave. 
East Homer, N. Y. 
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INFLUENCE. 
DT OBOP.GE W. BUNGAY. 
Deop follows drop, and swells 
With rain the sweeping river; 
Word follows word, and tells 
A truth that lives forever. 
Flake follows flake, like spirits, 
Whose wings the wind disse er ; 
Thought follows thought, and lights 
The realm of mind forever. 
Beam follows beam, to cheer. 
The cloud a holt would shiver ; 
Throb follows throb, and lear 
Gives place to joy forever. 
The drop, the flake, tho beam, 
Teach us a lesson ever,— 
The word, the thought, the dream, 
Impress the soul forever. 
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For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
A SKETCH FROM LIFE. 
“ Supprr little children to come unto me, for of such is 
the kingdom of heaven.” 
The long day had passed in angtfish, the round¬ 
ed limbs of the little sufferer had tossed with fever 
pain, and low moans of agony had fallen upon the 
aching hearts who had no power to minister to the 
dying child. The touching question had been 
asked, “will there be any beds in heaven, rua? I 
shan’t rest well to-night,” but now, the tears of 
suffering are lading from that sweet, young face, 
a few blessed moments of ease are given, and the 
white lips murmur slowly the words every one of 
which seem like halm to the departing soul, “suf¬ 
fer little children to come onto me, and lorbid 
them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 
Tho veined lids droop over the large blue eyes, 
the dimpled hands grow cold like marble, and that 
pure, young spirit has passed into the Saviour’s 
presence. She does rest well now, for she is folded 
to Jesus' bosom, and there is no sorrow nor pain 
there. There is heavy woe in the young pastor’s 
family now, for the first lamb is gone from his 
cherished fold on earth to the green pastures 
above, and quivering, bleeding hearts are looking 
upon their first-born in her cold, still beauty and 
striving to say, “ even so Father, for so it seemeth 
good in thy sight.” Fair Lina, they smoothe the 
golden ringlets, fold the white hands upon her 
bosom, and there is no throb of pain to break her 
quiet rest. Through the coming days the spring 
birds warble forth their sweet melody, the sun¬ 
shine lingers on the tender grass, but still she 
slumbers on, and gentle hands Uy her in the little 
coffin, twine pale flowers in her sunny curls, and 
place above her breast her last words,—“suffer lit¬ 
tle children to come unto me, for of such is tho 
I kingdom of heaven,”—words which came home to 
I many hearts on that funeral day with touching 
I significance. It is no wonder that tears fall like 
rain ou that sweet, young face, for the fair head 
resting ou the coffin pillow, and the little form, 
beautiful as sculptured marble, are too lovely to 
commit to the grave’s keeping. Softly they part 
the green turf in May, and lay her beneath the 
flowers, and auother little grave is made under the 
sheltering trees of quiet Greenwood. Above, in 
that better land, a sweet voice is added to the in¬ 
fant choir, and the eyes that closed so early on 
earth’s cares aud sorrows, have opened on a scene 
of joy aud beauty never'to fade from the enrap¬ 
tured vision. Sweet child, there is no pain nor 
death for thee now, for thou art immortal in the 
kingdom of heaven. f. h. 
Brockport, N. Y., Ft-b., 1857. 
Christian Union. — It is only when we call into 
play the uuinapired mind and its interpretations, 
human thoughts and human opinions, things falli¬ 
ble and factitious, and when by them, we replace 
the word in which the Holy Ghost teacheth the 
truth, that differences and schisms arise. Grant¬ 
ing, with respect to the past, all that is contended 
in favor of human authority, let there ouly, for the 
future, be a greater veneration, less consulting of 
God's Word with a view to support oar individual 
opinions, and more consulting of it simply to learn 
what the Spirit has communicated to us, and what 
the Lord would have us to do; and then we will 
rest satisfied with the Word as we actually And it, 
and sink our own disputable opinions in the same 
proportion. Our differences will die away, and 
Christian men, who esteem each other as such, will 
meet iu the Word, where they are agreed, and 
which they all venerate, and all will come to be 
one again, and the Lord alone will be exalted in 
that day.— Catholic Spirit of True Religion. 
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Many men pass fifty or sixty years in the world, 
and when they are just about going out of it they 
bethink themselves, and step back, as it were, to 
do something which they had all the while forgot, 
viz.:—The main business for which they came into 
the world, to repent of their sins, and reform their 
lives, and make their peace with God, and in time 
prepare for eternity.— 7 illolson. 
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Longfellow beautifully says, that “Sunday is 
the golden clasp that binds together the volume of 
the week.” 
