On the mountains of heather they slumber together; On the wastes of the moorland their bodies decay: How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping, Though far from their kindred they moulder away!

Their blessing shall hover, their children to cover,
Like the cloud of the desert, by night and by day;
Oh, never to perish, their names let us cherish,
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away!

HEAVEL.

REV. H. BONAR.

THAT clime is not like this dull clime of ou

All, all is brightness there;

A sweeter influence breathes around its flowers,

And a far milder air.

No calm below is like that calm above,

No region here is like that realm of love; Earth's softest spring ne'er shed so soft a light, Earth's brightest summer never shone so bright.

That sky is not like this sad sky of ours,
Tinged with earth's change and care:

No shadow dims it, and no rain-cloud lowers

No broken sunshine there!

One everlasting stretch of azure pours

Its stainless splendor o'er those sinless shores ; For there Jehovah shines with Heavenly ray, There Jesus reigns dispensing endless day.

These dwellers there are not like those of earth, No mortal stain they bear;

And yet they seem of kindred blood and birth,-
Whence and how came they there?

Earth was their native soil; from sin and shame,
Through tribulation they to glory came;
Bond slaves delivered from sin's crushing load,
Brands plucked from burning by the hand of God.

These robes of theirs are not like those below: No angel's half so bright!

Whence came that beauty, whence that living glow,
Whence came that radiant white?

Washed in the blood of the atoning Lamb,
Fair as the light these robes of theirs became,
And now, all tears wiped off from every eye,
They wander where the freshest pastures lie,
Through all the nightless day of that unfading sky.

JESUS IS VIVE.

MRS. H. BONAR

PASS away earthly joy,

Jesus is mine!

Break every mortal tie,

Jesus is mine!

Dark is the wilderness;

Distant the resting-place;

Jesus alone can bless:

Jesus is mine!

Tempt not my soul away,

Jesus is mine!

Here would I ever stay,

Jesus is mine!

Perishing things of clay,

Born but for one brief day,

Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine!

Fare ye well, dreams of night,
Jesus is mine!

Mine is a dawning bright, Jesus is mine!

All that my soul has tried

Left but a dismal void,

Jesus has satisfied,

Jesus is mine!

Farewell mortality,

Jesus is mine!

Welcome eternity,

Jesus is mine!

Welcome ye scenes of rest,

Welcome ye mansions blest,

Welcome a Saviour's breast,

Jesus is mine!

GEORGE HUME

How beautiful is morning! I have been, Painter, like thee, a wanderer, when the hills Slept in their own great shadows, and have seen The dawn kiss out the stars, have heard the rills Warbling unseen, and sending forth the thrills Of soothing melody. Methinks thou art

My spirit's own interpreter, we gaze

In kindred feelings, gaze, aye, heart to heart,
As friend with friend.