Our Lord's last supper! O that solemn rite;
How oft I've wept thereat in glare of day;
But purer tears have shed, when rayless night
Hung o'er the sacred feast its dark array;
Methinks the Chief of Sin reveres the sight,
And with a watery eye must turn away,
While we, frail mortals, quake, and scarcely dare
Look, lest we find a lurking Judas there.

O Beauty-thou sweet poetry of sense!

I've seen thy mantling blush at Fashion's shrine,
When eyes speak volumes, and with gaze intense,
Sent their enraptured glances into thine;
But ne'er hath Fashion, with profuse expense,
Arrayed a form so lovely and divine,

As her, all unadorned, who pressed the sod
With bended knee, and gave herself to God!

THE UNBELIEVER.

I SAW him ere the stroke of death had cut
The thread that held him a tenant of earth.
Ah then the bloom of health was on his cheek,
And kindled in his eye the fire of joy ;

But he forgot his God!

In errors wild

He wandered far, and the dark future seemed
A light to guide him to the world on high.
But conscience slept not. Often, even then,
She broke, with solemn voice, upon the charm
Which mirth and revelry might throw around!
When thrilled upon the ear the merry song,
Or flying feet led down the mazy dance,
She'd whisper "Death!" into his startled ear,
And bid him for eternity prepare.

A trembling seized him, and he wept: but soon
He stilled the monitor within, and hushed
Those rising fears with that delusion,-oft

By the arch enemy of men employed

That he may draw them down to shades of woe,"Christ died for all-then sure for me."

Its voice

Was hushed: and wilder still he onward whirled
In mad career of sin, in manhood's strength
Rejoicing.

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Years flew by, till sickness came,—
And he that towered so, in giant strength,
Sunk into a weakness as of infancy!
The stern hand of death was laid upon him,
Ah! then the voice of conscience was aroused,
To thunder to his startled soul tidings
Fearful, and echo in his ear that word—
"Eternity!" 'Twas then that he did quail
In agony, beneath the terrors of that sound.
But he recoiled in vain: 'twas loud thundered,
And louder still-There is a hell! "Oh God!"
How wildly rolled those eyes, as he exclaimed,
"O for an hour to live !" But prayer was vain;
For life's last sands were running out, and on
His frantic soul no ray had leave to shine.

"I have no hope," with a terrific look
He spoke; and groaned, and died!

INTELLIGENCE.

ADELIA.

CHRISTIAN LIBERALITY.-For the following account of the annual receipts of the principal institutions for the diffusion of the Gospel throughout the world we are indebted to the last number of The Missionary Register, whose venerable editor spares no pains in the pursuit of his important object of communicating the most interesting intelligence in reference to the improvement of the world. It will be seen that Christian liberality progresses.

It is not intended that this list should include any institutions for education, except such as aim on a large scale at the instruction of the people. Excepting various local Bible

Societies on the Continent, the list is tolerably complete of such societies as come within its object.

In some of the American Societies which employ missionaries in the back settlements of their own country, no means are afforded of distinguishing the amounts respectively appropriated to foreign and to domestic missions.

Of the total amount given in this list, about 163,9567. was the produce of sales of books, by the Bible, Christian Knowledge, Religious Tract, and a few other Societies, and by the Sunday School Union. The sales by different American Societies amounted to about 29,3571.

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AMERICA.

LAST ANNUAL REPORT OF THE STATE OF RELIGION IN THE SYNOD OF UTICA.-Respecting the general progress of the cause of the Redeemer among us, and the state of piety in the churches, the Synod have but few facts of prominence to record. If the gospel chariot has moved forward, its wheels have turned but slowly, and have been clogged by many incumbrances. But few cases of special out-pourings of the Spirit are found in the tidings from the churches. Most of them send up the cry my banners, my banners." Many of them are suffering, and one or two even threatened with extinction from the spirit of emigration. Those who remain are unanimously disheartened. Still greater is the evil brought upon our Zion-that Zion whose portion is not of this world, and whose members ought solemnly to feel that here they have no continuing city, no abiding habitation, by worldly enterprize, and the overweening rage for speculation, by which the present year has been so distinguished. In common with other Christian denominations, our spiritual energies have hereby been crippled; our brethren, who would be rich, have fallen into temptation and a snare, and here, it is believed, we find one mournful cause of the barrenness of our reports.

But, brethren, we have our joys as well as our sorrows-bright spots in the darkness of our moral heavens.