The Morning Star

1 uaü occasion a lew wceKs since, to take tho eurlj train froin Provideuee to Boston ; and for this purposo rose at two o'clock n the morning. Everything around was wrapped in darkuess, and hushed iu silenco, brokon only by what seemed at that hour tho uflearthly clank aud rush of ttm train. It was a mild, serene midsunimer's uight, the sky was without a cloud, the winds were whist. The moun, then in the laat quarter, had just risen, and the stars abone with special lustre, but little affected by her presence. Júpiter, two hours high, wa- the herald of the day ; the PleiatI -, just ahove the horizon, shed their swoot influence in tho east ; Lyra sparkled near tho zenith; Andromeda veiled her nowly discovercd glories from tho naked eye iu the south ; the steady Pointers, far beneath the pole, looked meoklj up from the depth oí the north to their aovereign. Such was the glorious spectacle as I entered the train. As we proceeded, the timid approach of twilight became more perceptible ; the intense blue of the sky began to soften ; the smaller stars, like little children, went first to rest; tho sister beams of the Pleiades soon melted together ; but the bright constellations of the west and north reruained unchanged. Steadily the woudrous chango went on. Hands of angels, bidden from mortal eyes, shifted the scenery of tho beavens ; the glories of night dissolved into the glories of dawn ; the blue sky now turned eoftly gray ; the great watch stars shut up their holy eyes ; the oast began to kindie. Faint streaks of purplo soon blushod along the sky ; the whole celestial concave was filled with tho over flowing tides of the morning light which came pouring down from above in ene great ocean radiance, till at length, as we reached the blue hills, a flash of purple fire blazed out from the horizon, and turned the tcardrops of flower and leaf into rubies and diamonds. In a few seconds the everlasting gatas of the morning were thrown open, and the lord of day, arrayed in glories too severe for the gaze of man, began bis course. I do not wonder at the superstition of the ancient Magicians, who, in the morning of the world, went up to the hill-tops of Central Asia, and, ignorant of the true god, adored the most glorious work of his hand. But I am filled with fimazement when I am told that in this enlightenod age, and in the heart ot the Christian world, there are persons who eau witnees tbis daily manifestalion of tho Creator, and yot eay in their hearts, " Thcre is no God." - Ed tvard Eocrctt.