But this was like those sudden blasts that

Unlook’d for, wonder on the face of spring;

And worst woe for the heart, whose early fate

Leaves it so young, and, oh, so desolate.

Miss Landon.

DESTRUCTION.

Is not destruction to the wicked? and a strange punishment to the workers of iniquity?—Job, xxxi. 3.

O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end; and thou hast destroyed cities; their memorial is perished with them.—Psalm ix. 6.

Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat.—Matthew, vii. 13.