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ity ? Canst thou not meet them as proofs of sonship, tests of the filial spirit, marks of the wisdom of a Father, whose frowns are but the graver countenance of love ?
Look into thy conduct; scrutinize its motives ; after the intended lesson ; ask, " What wilt thou me to do?" "Be zealous and repent;" for if one arrow is not enough, He hath a full quiver. If one plague fails of its effect, there are ten more. If one wave sulficeth not, thou mayest be made to walk " under the cloud, and through the sea," until thy soul shall say, in utter prostration, " all thy billows have gone over me, I have sinned ; what shall I do, O Thou Preserver of men ? "
Something like the foregoing, was said, but it loses the earnest manner of the speaker.
The society of Glasgow illustrates the truest warmth of Scottish hospitality. An unusual number of distin guished personages were gathered within its precincts at this time. Among these, it was pleasant to meet Dr. Dick, the serene, scientific philosopher ; Rev. Dr. Duncan, author of " Philosophy of the Seasons," and other works, and his wife the mother and writer of the Memoir of Mary Lundie Duncan beautiful, like her lamented daughter, both in person and mind. Through the untiring attention of John Hotson, Esq., and his lady, we were taken to see whatever was most desirable in the city, and, among others, to that deeply interesting spot, The Necropolis. It is situated on a bold eminence of some two hundred feet, whose base is
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