prevail not
Against those ye love!

Nor change with to-morrow,
Should fortune take wing,
But the deeper the sorrow,
The closer still cling!
Oh! be kind to each other!
The night's coming on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone.

PRAISE AND PRAYER.

Words by Miss Chandler.

[Music]

Praise for slumbers of the night,
For the wakening morning's light,
For the board with plenty spread,
Gladness o'er the spirit shed;
Healthful pulse and cloudless eye,
Opening on the smiling sky.

Praise! for loving hearts that still
With life's bounding pulses thrill;
Praise, that still our own may know--
Earthly joy and earthly woe.
Praise for every varied good,
Bounteous round our pathway strew'd!

Prayer! for grateful hearts to raise
Incense meet of prayer and praise!
Prayer, for spirits calm and meek,
Wisdom life's best joys to seek;
Strength 'midst devious paths to tread--
That through which the Saviour led.

Prayer! for those who, day by day,
Weep their bitter life away;
Prayer, for those who bind the chain
Rudely on their throbbing vein--
That repentance deep may win
Pardon for the fearful sin!

THE SLAVE'S LAMENTATION.

A Parody by Tucker. Air, "Long, long ago."

[Music]

Where are the friends that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago!
Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer?
Long, long ago, long, long ago!
Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low,
All hope of freedom hath fled from me now.
I am degraded, for man was my foe,
Long, long ago, long, long ago!

Sadly my wife bowed her beautiful head--
Long, long ago--long ago!
Oh, how I wept when I found she was dead!
Long, long ago--long ago!
She was my angel, my love and my pride--
Vainly to save her from torture I tried,
Poor broken heart! She rejoiced as she died,
Long, long ago--long, long ago!

Let me look back on the days of my youth--
Long, long ago--long ago!
Master withheld from me knowledge and truth--
Long, long ago--long ago!
Crushed all the hopes of my earliest day,
Sent me from father and mother away--
Forbade me to read, nor allowed me to pray--
Long, long ago--long, long ago!

THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND.

Montgomery and Denison. Tune, "Duane Street."

[Music]

A poor wayfaring man of grief,
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer nay;
I had not power to as