There!--hearken once more to the full-swelling strain, The words of rejoicing we even may name; They say, "Come up here, see the bride of the Lamb, That stands by the throne of the mighty I AM!" "Come home, mother, come!"--Ah, how vain is that cry, The home of the righteous is fixed in the sky! Earth's treasures wax old, its attractions all wither, The cry of the ransomed is, "Come ye up hither!" NOTE 5. Caleb Pennock, upwards of 90 years of age, recently addressed the young men of his Monthly Meeting in a very remarkable manner, expressing his belief that the doctrines of this Society would not be suffered to fall. Transcriber's Note: * Text enclosed between equal signs was in bold face in the original (=bold=).