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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 Excerpt: ...is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watchword at the gates of death: He enters Heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold he prays." Nor prayer is made on earth alone; The Holy Spirit pleads, And Jesus on the eternal throne Por mourners intercedes. O Thou, by whom we come to God,--The Life, the Truth, the Way! The path of prayer thyself hast trod:--Lord, teach us how to pray! THE FATHER IS COMING. MARY HOWITT. The clock is on the stroke of six, The father's work is done; Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire, And put the kettle on; The night wind it is blowing cold, "lis dreary crossing o'er the wold. He's crossing o'er the wold apace, He's stronger than the storm; He does not feel the cold, not he, His heart it is so warm; For father's heart is stout and true As ever human bosom knew. He makes all toil, all hardship light-Would all men were the same! So ready to be pleased, so kind, So very slow to blame! Folks need not be unkind, austere, For love hath readier will than fear! And we '11 do all that father likes, His wishes are so few; Would they were more! that every hour Some wish of his I knew; I 'm sure it makes a happy day, When I can please him any way. I know he's coming by'this sign, That baby's almost wild; See how he laughs, and crows, ail stares--Heaven bless the merry child! His father's self in face and limb; And father's heart is strong in him. Hark! hark! I hear his footsteps now--He's through the garden gate; Run, little Bess, and ope the door, And do not let him wait! Shout, baby, shout, and clap thy hands, For father on the threshold stands! THE GREEK BOY. W. C. BRYANT. Gone are the glorious Greeks of ...