Such my _belief_. Oh, that thou would’st thy bold, Infatuated, withering doubt discard! The flower would be more sweet, the moon more fresh, The sun more bright, the sky more blue, the night (The natural season for deep thought) less dark: Life’s cares, and wan disease, would blessings be, And death (annihilation’s herald now) The harbinger of everlasting bliss. Dare then be wise. Dash down the subtle web, Thy pride of intellect had round thee wove, Despised into the dust; _believe_ in God; Obey His will;--and then thy rescued soul Shall, on angelic pinions, wing its way To heaven’s bright realms of pure beatitude. _T. L. Merritt._ _Believe_ and fear not! In the blackest cloud A sunbeam hides; and from the deepest pang Some hidden mercy may a God declare! _R. Montgomery._ Since fools alone all things _believe_ In cloister hatch’d, or college, Some, by believing nothing, think They’re at the height of knowledge. And yet to have no faith demands More faith than is supposed, For sceptics have their creed,--of things Incredibly composed. Some truths above our reason, we Reject not, but receive: Against all reason, infidels Unnumber’d lies _believe_. _C. C. Colton._ BELLS. And beneath upon the hem of it, thou shalt make pomegranates of blue, and of purple, and of scarlet, round about the hem thereof; and _bells_ of gold between them round about. And it shall be upon Aaron to minister: and his sound shall be heard when he goeth in unto the holy place before the Lord, and when he cometh out, that he die not.--Exodus, xxviii. 33, 35. In that day shall there be upon the _bells_ of the horses, Holiness unto the Lord.--Zechariah, xiv. 20. What a deep murmur on the night-air swells, What a clear tone draws irresistibly The goblet from my mouth. Ye hollow _bells_, Proclaim ye Easter’s dawn is drawing nigh? The word of hope in that sweet music ringing, That once, when o’er his sepulchre did close The shades of night, from angel lips arose, Assurance of a covenant renew’d to mortals bringing. * * * * *