whole. And when he came to the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. And all wept and bewailed her; but he said, Weep not: she is not dead, but sleepeth. And they laughed him to scorn, knowing that she was dead. And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, Maid, arise. And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway: and he commanded to give her meat. And her parents were astonished but he charged them that they should tell no man what was done.

REFLECTIONS.

Can we not see the blessed Saviour, standing in the midst of the group, with a look of calm, but joyful benevolence, as he witnesses the happiness he has produced? And how must the hearts of the family have been filled, and almost overpowered, by the union of awe, and love, and gratitude, and joy! Blessed Jesus! though thy life was one of suffering, in many an appalling form, there was one pleasure, even connected with this world, which was thine more fully than any other being ever possessed it,-the pleasure of doing good. What could have equalled the transport of thy emotions, in the midst of that favoured family; and what hours of delight must have been thine, when thy heart overflowed at the thought of that happiness, which would result to thousands, in this and in the future world, through thy life and death! May we, thy disciples, tread in the steps of our Saviour; and though it is not ours to bless, like thee, the eyes of mourning parents with the sight of their restored child, may we do our part in the work of usefulness, comforting the mourner, binding up the broken hearted, relieving, with our abundance, the necessities of poverty, and receiving, as the earnest of our heavenly reward, the blessings of those that were ready to perish.

HYMN.

MRS. GILMAN.

They have watched her last and quivering breath,
And the maiden's soul has flown;

They have wrapped her in the robes of death,
And laid her, dark and lone.

But the mother casts a look behind
Upon that fallen flower;

Nay, start not, 't was the passing wind,
Those limbs have lost their power.

And tremble not at that cheek of snow,
Over which the faint light plays;
'T is only the curtain's crimson glow,
Which thus deceives thy gaze.

Didst thou not close that expiring eye,
And feel the soft pulse decay?
And did not thy lips receive the sigh
That bore her soul away?

But listen! what name salutes her ear?
It comes to a heart of stone-
'Jesus," she cries, "has no power here,
"My daughter's life has flown.'

He leads the way to that cold white couch,
And bends o'er that senseless form.

She breathes! She breathes! At his hallowed touch
The maiden's hand is warm.

And the fresh blood comes with its roseate hue,

And life spreads quick through her frame;

Her head is raised, and her step is true,

And she murmurs her mother's name.

SECTION XXVIII.

MISSION OF THE APOSTLES.

MATT. X.

AND when he had called unto him his twelve disciples, he gave them power against unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all manner of sickness, and all manner of disease. Now the names of the twelve apostles are these: The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother; James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother; Philip, and Bartholomew; Thomas, and Matthew the publican; James the son of Alpheus, and Lebbeus, whose surname was Thaddeus; Simon the zealot, and Judas Iscariot, who also betrayed him. These twelve Jesus sent forth, and commanded them, saying, Go not into the way of the Gentiles, and into any city of the Samaritans enter ye not. But go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. And as ye go, preach, saying, The kingdom of heaven is at hand. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out devils freely ye have received, freely give. Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass, in your purses; nor scrip for your journey, neither two coats, neither shoes, nor yet a staff; for the workman is worthy of his meat. And into whatsoever city or town ye shall enter, inquire who in it is worthy; aud there abide till ye go thence. And when ye come into a house, salute it. And if the house be worthy, let your peace come upon it; but if it be not worthy, let your peace return to you. And whosoever

shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house, or city, shake off the dust of your feet. Verily, I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah, in the day of judgment, than for that city. Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

REFLECTIONS.

It was most important for the object of their mission, that the Apostles should be at peace with all men; that no ground of offence should be afforded by them to any; and that no earthly care, no foreign pursuit, should be permitted to divide their attention. They are therefore warned, not to encumber themselves with any provision for their journey beyond the demands of necessity, and to accept readily th hospitality that might be offered. They are directed, not, during their stay in a city, to change their place of abode; lest their great object should be forgotten, in an anxious regard to personal convenience. Our Saviour teaches us not to be diverted by trifles, from the pursuit of important ends; to avoid, as far as possible, causes of contention with our fellow men; and especially to go on, in the pursuit of Christian excellence and usefulness, undisturbed by thoughts of worldly advantage or disadvantage, but ever keeping our grand object full in view; blending, in our means for its attainment, the wisdom of the serpent with the harmlessness of the dove.

HYMN.

Behold the apostolic band,
The servants of the Lord,
Convey to each remotest land

Their master's heavenly word.

A holy charge on them was laid,
And well that charge they bore,
As, trusting in their Father's aid,
They passed from shore to shore.

Fearless, when hostile men combined,
They stood, in power and love;
And with the serpent's wisdom joined
The mildness of the dove.

And when disease, or sword, or flame,
From earth had set them free,

The souls to heaven from whence they came
Sprang upward, Lord! to thee.