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broom, and scrubbing-brush." He was LITTLE JANE was a pretty little girl, about right, I think; for it is a poor look who lived in a pretty little cottage, in out for a working man when he gets a a pretty little village which had pretty wife who can only do fancy work, and little church. The church was almost does not know how to make a shirt, mend covered with ivy, where many a sparrow a stocking, or tidy up the house. Whether built its nest, and where the robin sang Jane learnt fancy work or not, I cannot his evening song on the top of the tell; but she could use the scrubbing and ivy-clad steeple. Jane's father was black-lead brushes well, and put on only a farm-labourer; and her mother of plenty of “ elbow-grease” too, for the course only a labourer's wife ; but they cottage grate just did shine, and the firewere none the worse for that, nor the irons were as bright as silver. less happy. It is a great mistake to But time works many changes, playful suppose that money, high station, gay kittens grow up steady old cats, and clothing, and a fine house can make skipping lambs sheep ; little girls too, people happy. A healthy body, a con- soon become young women, and, if tented mind, and a heart filled with love they are worth anything, will soon begin to Jesus Christ, are the things that make to look out for some useful employment. people truly happy; and John Routledge And little Jane could not remain little was blessed with these. He and his Jane, if she had wished. She


both family all had to work, as he said, to tall and strong, and her mother began to make ends meet; but then he considered wish that she could get her a place in a that work never hurt people if they had gentleman's family. She used to say enough to eat and plenty of sleep, My Jenny would make a good housewhereas idleness had been the ruin of maid.”. She was not expecting, however, thousands. John was head-ploughman what she so much desired, and was not to farmer Thompson, and little Willie a little surprised when the lady from drove for him, and they both felt as proud the Cedars called, and offered to take of drawing a straight furrow, as any Jane as under-housemaid. The lady said, artist in painting a great picture. Martha, “I have been thinking you will want to the wife, went out weeding, Lizzie minded get her out, and I like her looks, she baby, Jim, Teddy, and Jane went to the is always so neat and tidy." , Jenny national school, and so they all had soon found herself in the "big house, something to do ; and when all met in as they used to call it, and was not a the evening they enjoyed their food and little surprised at seeing the many grand rest better than many in high stations, things it contained. She soon learned to and were more happy too.

do her work, and to do it well, and beThe vicar was a good old man, he had came a general favorite at the Cedars ; some rather antiqnated notions, yet he and there we must leave her for the meant well :—for instance, when his present, and if you will wait a month, governess hinted at teaching some of the and all go well, we will tell you more bigger girls fancy work, he said, “No; about her. let them learn the use of the mop, pail,




he was somewhat sullen, and evidently ONE day a Christian gentleman found would have preferred the room rather a young man in a garret, who was evi- than the company of his visitor. But dently dying in consumption. At first I by repeated visits his confidence was gained, and the Holy Ghost was pleased and argued with you against the truth of to open his heart and cause him to receive the Bible ; but God has changed my the truth as it is in Jesus. The disease, heart

. I have sat under your ministry however, made rapid progress, and his for some time, and I want to be a memend was evidently near. In the mean- of the church.” This was a delightful while he had made known to his kind surprise to the good man, who asked how friend some of his antecedents; and how the change had been wrought in her he had nearly broken the heart of his mind. She said, “It was not by any: poor father, who was then living in one thing you said, sir ; but that dear old of the fashionable squares of London. soul bore her sufferings with such The gentleman at once started to the patience, was so thankful for everything, address to inform the father of the state and died so happy, that I began to see and where-abouts of his son. The men- and feel that there was a reality in tion of the son's name powerfully agitated religion ; and your preaching has led me the poor father's mind, who vowed that on, and built me up in the faith.” he would not hear anything about him. Oh ye suffering poor of the Lord's flock, His visitor replied, “Sir, your son is a see here what use he can make of new man ; God has convinced him of you. It is even worth dying in a workhis sin, he is penitent and dying, but he house, to be the means of proving thereby wants your pardon.” On this the father to a young infidel“ that there is a reality at once proceeded to his son's room, went in religion.” See here how the lost was to his bedside, and said, “ My son. The found. young man threw his arms round his

A NURSEMAID was once walking on the father's neck, and said, “My father." beach at Brighton, with her little charge These were his last words, in a few of three children, when all on a sudden moments his spirit had fled! What a the youngest, a little golden-haired boy, meeting ! How


finds out its objects! said, “Oh nurse, I forgot to say my How it conquers every passion ! How

prayers before I came out, shall I say gloriously it shines in cases like this them now ?! With this he dropped upon here the lost was found, and the dead his knees, clasped his hands, closed his made alive again. Reader, art thou a eyes, and solemnly repeated the prayer partaker of divine grace ?

he had been taught. The nurse stood A MINISTER of my acquaintance

and looked, and listened in amazement, indeed my pastor-visited a poor old and the thought entered her heart like member in one of the London work- a burning, arrow—“I never say my houses. She was a great sufferer and prayers--this child shames me.” And a often expressed surprise why the Lord sense of guilt and danger carne over her ; did not take her home. A young woman she began to pray, and from that time

she became lay in the next bed who denied the truth

a new creature, old things

passed away, of the Bible, and often contended against

and behold, all things it both

with the suffering old saint and became new," and that through the instruher minister. At length the summons mentality of a little child. came, and the aged heir of grace went up

“Wonders of grace to God belong, from the poor-house to the mansion pre

Repeat his mercies in your song." pared for her. The minister ceased his visits and amid the multitude of engage

JOHN RYLAND AND THE ments the young infidel in the workhouse

CLERGYMAN. was forgotten.

MR. John RYLAND, of Northampton One Lord's-day evening a young woman (father of the late Dr. Ryland, of Bristol), entered the vestry, after the service, a man who was in advance of the age in and asked if she could speak to the which he lived, was accustomed to print preacher. “Do you remember me, sir ?" and circulate tracts long previously to the she said. “No," was the reply. “Do existence of the Religious Tract Society. you remember visiting poor old Mrs. So To help in defraying the expense of this and

so, in the workhouse ?” “ Yes,” said work, he would sometimes appeal to the he,“ very well.” The girl proceeded, “I liberality of others. On one occasion, he am the person who was in the next bed, called on his friend, Mr. Dupont, at the

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“Castle and Falcon," London, and finding * Dupont," inquired the clergyman, that a clergyman of respectability was when a little recovered, “what madman there, asked to be introduced to him. was that you sent up to my room ?”

“Sir," said Mr.R., “I printand distribute “Sir," was Mr. D.'s answer, “he is no tracts on religious subjects, at an expense madman; but one of the most respectable above my own means, and understanding ministers of Christ in the kingdom; and that you are a clergyman,and of course that if you will but go to Jewin Street Chapel you take an interest in the improvement this evening, and hear him preach, take of the ignorant poor, I have waited upon my word, you will not think him insane." you to solicit a contribution.”

Well," said the clergyman, “I will “I know,” replied the clergyman, go; for I never saw or heard anything "nothing about tracts; I take no interest like his conversation and prayer in my in such improvements.

life ; but I am sure he is mad." “Pray, sir, have you a parish ?”

He went to the chapel, and was much To be sure I have. I am rector of a struck with Mr. R.'s preaching ; and on parish containing two thousand souls.” the following Sabbath heard him again

Mr. R., , with great promptness and at Spa Fields. God blessed the word; devoutness, fell on his knees, in the pre- the clergyman wept like a child, consence of the clergyman, and poured forth versed with Mr. Dupont, heard Mr. R. a fervent prayer, that God would have as often as he could, and left a sum of mercy on the two thousand souls, whose money for tracts ; returned to his parish shepherd declared he cared not for their a different man, and became extremely improvement and salvation ; and especi- useful to many of the two thousand souls ally, that he would open the eyes of their for whom before he had cherished no shepherd. Rising, he left the room—the concern. clergymanstanding in utter consternation.


THE COMMUNINGS OF CHRIST AND | I hide in his bosom, I rest in his love,

He guides me below, he will feed me above. A Poetic Paraphrase, and an occasional Com- | Mong the lilies of earth he deigns to feed, mentary upon the Book of Canticles. No. XV. In his garden, the church, he's happy indeed;

The love of his people delighteth his heart,
By J. W. COLE, BRAUNSTON. And from their communion he ne'er will depart.

Oh what a dear friend is my Saviour to me,

All conceivable charms in his person I see;. Verse 16.—“My beloved is mine, and I am his: How sweet to my soul is that doctrine divine,he feedeth among the lilies.

That I always was his, and he aye will be mine. My Beloved is mine, I am also his,

Verse 17.-"Until the day break, and the He hath plighted his troth, and given his kiss ; shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be This sweet friendship, commenced on earth, dur- thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mouning time,

tains of Bether.” Will always be his and will always be mine.

Until the dawn of an eternal day, My Beloved is mine, in sickness or health, Till earthly shadows fly my mortal sight, In poverty's gloom, ʼmidst the glitter of wealth; Till my pure soul shall soar to realms above. He's mine when my spirit is burdened with grief, The regions fair where night no more is known,ll He knows how to succour, and bring me relief. Turn, my Beloved, in kindness to me turn,

And let thy presence chase away my gloom. He's mine, when the tempter assails with his Turn my beloved, be thou like the roe, guile,

Or young hart, bounding down the mountainHe protects me from harm, he cheers with his side, smile;

To rest him in the peaceful vale below : Was mine from the first, will be mine to the end, Come from on high, celestial being come, My faithful almighty, unchangeable Friend. Let Bethel's † mountains, be thy loved retreat: Grim death's ebon arrows around me may fly, Psalm lxiii. 24. Rev. vii. 17. 1 Rev. xxii. 5. 'Till he gives permission, they cannot come nigh; | Some think Bether should be read Bethel.--Gill.


“ The house of God was once “the gate of

Encouraged by the past,
The mercies of the last

Eventful year
Shall serve me for a plea,
My God, to trust in thee,

Nor yield to fear.
O take me by the band,
Nor let me trembling stand,

But lead me on:
Thus, making, day by day,
Thy faithfulness my stay,
With humble faith i'll say,
- Thy will be done."



'Tis not for man to trifle! Life is brief,

And sin is here.
Our age is but the falling of a leaf-

A dropping tear.
We have no time to sport away the hours,
All must be earnest in a world like ours.

heaven," When angel visitants, on mystic stairs, Swiftly descended to the ’nighted swain, * And bore lim company, until the sun Flooded the eastern landscape with its light, Scaring the doleful shades, and ushering day Upon his wondering eyes. So dwell with me! My Jesus come, and with me make thy stay, Till my rapt spirit takes its flight from earth, T' enjoy the endless sunshine of the skies.

Genesis xxviii. 12.


How fleeting are our years!
How short our life appears !

A winter's morn
Scarce opening into day,
Ere we have passed away

As if unborn.
The year we late called "new"
Has faded from our view,

As shadows pass;
Or like the summer shower,
Or like the early flower,

Or withered grass.
Another bud appears
Upon the stalk of years,

And opens fair;
Although no human power
Can tell the kind of flower

That it will bear.
Wait till the volume sealed
Is gradually revealed

By God's own hand.
How useless is the grief
That strives to-morrow's leaf

To understand!
Though like a zig-zag road
Before thee, all untrod,

The new year seem,
Trust in thy faithful Guide,
Whatever may betide,

Confide in Him.
Our times are in His hand,
At whose supreme command

The wheels of Time
Pursue their rapid course,
With regulated force,

By skill sùblime.
The great eternal King
Presides o'er everything

His power controls.
How little understood,
That all shall work for good

To gracious souls !

Not many lives, but only one have we

Frail, fleeting man!
How sacred should that one life ever be

That narrow span!
Day after day filled up with blessed toil,
Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil.
Our being is no shadow of thin air,

No vacant dream;
No fable of the things that never were,

But only seem
'Tis full of meaning as of mystery,
Though strange and solemn may that meaning be.
Our sorrows are no phantom of the night-

No idle tale;
No cloud that floats along a sky of light,

On summer gale.
They are the true realities of earth-
Friends and companions even from our birth.
0, life below-how brief, and poor, and sad !

One heavy sigh.
O, life above-how long, how fair, and glad !

An endless joy.
Oh, to have done for aye with dying here;
Oh, to begin the living in yon sphere !
0, day of time, how dark! O, sky and earth,

How dull your hue! 0, day of Christ, how bright! O, sky and earth

Made fair and new!
Come, better Eden, with thy fresher green;
Come, brighter Salem, gladden all the scene !

fragments of Thought for Spare Moments.

“Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost."-JOHN vi. 12.


many lovers ; yet return unto me again, saith BISHOP LAVINGTON, addressing the clergy, the Lord,and immediately I am melted somewhere about 1750, says: “My brethren,

and subdued.-CECIL. I beg you will rise up with me against moral preaching. We have long been attempt

JUSTIFICATION. ing the reformation of the nation by discourses of this kind. With what success ? None at We are justified by faith alone, but not all. On the contrary, we have dexterously by the faith which is alone. Unless it be a preached the people into downright infidelity. heart-purifying, and a work-producing faith, We must change our voice. We must it is spurious--it is not wrought in the preach Christ and him crucified. Nothing heart by the Spirit of God. but the gospel is-nothing besides will be We are justified by faith, and our faith found to be the power of God unto salva is justified or evidenced by our works. This tion. Let me, therefore, again and again ancieut doctrine is thus maintained by request—may I not add, let me charge you Bishop Horsley, in his first charge : “That -to preach Jesus, and salvation through man is justified by faith without the works his name.'

of the law, was the uniform doctrine of our

first Reformers. It is a far more ancient LAW AND GOSPEL.

doctrine--it was the doctrine of the whole

colleges of apostles : it is more ancient still LET there be no extremes : yet I am ar- - it was the doctrine of the prophets : it is rived at this conviction :-Men who lean older than the prophets – it was the religion toward the extremes of evangelical privi. of the patriarchs. “And no one who has the leges in their ministry, do much more to least acquaintance with the writings of the the conversion of their hearers than they first Reformers will impute to them, more do, who lean towards the extreme of re- than to the patriarchs, the prophets, or quirement. And my own experience con apostles, the absurd opiniou, that any man firms the observation. I feel myself re- leading an impenitent wicked life, will pelled if anything chills, goads, or urges finally, upon the mere pretence of faith, me. This is my nature, and it is the nature and faith connected with an impenitent of other men.

But let me hear the words, life, must always be a mere pretence) Son of man, thou hast played the harlot with | obtain admission into heaven !"


The Fundamental Principles of Phrènology | that the system of phrenology had its

are the only Principles capable of being roots in materialism, rendered morality reconciled with the Immateriality and circumstantial, and induced a state of hesiImmortality of the Soul. By JAMES C. L. tancy, if nothing worse, in the inspiration Carson, M.D. Houlston and Wright. of divine truth. Of this, however, we may Price 78. 6d.

be quite certain, that, as the Author of What a pity the author of this work is revelation is the Author of creation, each not a doctor of divinity! Here is an ex must be in harmony with the other, so haustive treatise on a subject which years that revelation can never be prejudiced by ago commanded general attention and any discoveries in the field of nature, nor animated controversy. Besides metaphysi- physical facts be contradicted by the statecal objections, mixed up with raillery and ments of inspiration. If phrenology is ridicule, there was one which had a moral based upon a physical necessity, springing phase, and a moral force, that rendered from material organization, over which man resistance extremely difficult, and put the has no control, it must subvert the moral whole scheme in jeopardy. It was stoutly agency of man, and tear up the ground of affirmed, and, by many, stedfastly believed, human responsibility. This has been a

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