unless you fix your thoughts on the character of God. The way in which a mother would test her affections for an absent son, would not be to look into her bosom by a kind of corporeal exertion; but she would recall the image of her boy, review the recollection of his thousand infant gambols and expressions of affection, his smile, his tear, the budding of his genius, and the display of his noble disposition; and it is when the image is distinct before her mind, heightened by all the recollections and associations, that she feels her heart beat quick, her affections kindle, her anxieties awaken, and the silent prayer trembling on her lips. This instance may then show you how to examine

your hearts. Bring your sins distinctly before

you; sometimes set apart a day to revise the recollections of all the sins of your life. Let it be a day of fasting and prayer. And then, when they

are before your minds, watch what emotions they excite with regard to the character of God, the person of Jesus Christ, &c. The second principle I referred to is, that the way to strengthen and develope any class of feelings, is to exercise them; and this remark must close what I have to say.

I hope you will be active Christians. If a great many professors that I know are Christians, then there are two kinds of religion. The one is cold and selfish; it seems to be satisfied to creep to heaven without a self-denying effort for the salvation of others. The other is a benevolent religion, which consists in love to God and true practical benevolence to men. It is not only anxious to get to heaven, but desirous also to glorify God as far as is possible in this world, and to bring as many perishing sinners to Christ as possible. Cultivate personal piety; make thorough work in the closet; spend every leisure hour in efforts, strenuous and self-denying, to benefit a perishing world; seek out objects to benefit. If none come immediately under your notice, do not live a day without having some important scheme of usefulness under way. My dear children, I have more in my heart to say to you, but must close. Live near to Jesus, live for Jesus, and may we meet at his blessed feet in glory. Your friend and brother.




WHAT Vision bright, of heavenly mould,
Lifts his pale hand to summon me?
On his fair brow the death-damps cold
Hang like a dew-wreath o'er the sea;
He beckons sadly, silently,

And points him to Mount Calvary.

A shroud enwraps his radiant form,
A thorny chaplet girds his brow;
While the fast-oozing life-drops warm,
From his bruised temples darkly flow.
"Tis Him! the Saviour-who for me
Gave up the ghost on Calvary.

Yes! He who died on earth for me,

For me the lost, the unforgiven

Now seeks his Father's face to be
My intercessor still in Heaven.
Oh! not my life's eternity
Can pay the debt of Calvary.

Wake, torpid spirit!-break the spell
Which sin and folly wove around-
Taste not the opiate of Hell,

Though high the sparkling cup be crown'd.
Thy gilded fetters rend-be free-

And upward mount to Calvary.

There kneel before the sacred cross,
And cast thy sins and sorrows there;
Leave, too, the world's poor tinsell'd dross,
Such toys ill suit the Son's co-heir:
Let nought impede thy eager way,
Haste-gain the rock of Calvary.

The path is steep, but plain to sight-
His bloody footsteps mark it well:

Come, as we climb the dizzy height,
Let our glad notes of triumph swell.
Hail, blessed Saviour!—praise to thee!
Who died for us on Calvary.

H. S.

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