give her no precedence in a future world. She must there take her station with the vulgar sinner, and hopelessly mourn over the folly that has ruined her soul.


WHAT heart-rending separations will there be at the judgment day! Friends, dear to each other on earth, will be parted forever. The pious mother may see the son whom she has instructed, and warned, and prayed over, on the left hand. Brothers will be parted from sisters, and husbands from wives. O, what eternal farewells will be bidden by those whom the unpassable gulf is to separate forever.


A THOUSAND excuses are pleaded by those who are urged to repent. Is it wise for a man to rest until he has found one that he is sure will meet with the acceptance of the Judge at the great day?


IT is astonishing to observe how little interest professing Christians feel for the salvation of their

friends. If inquired of as to the spiritual prospects of a friend, they often answer, they are hope

ful; he has a great respect for religion; at times thinks on the subject. Suppose it were asked, what are your friend's prospects of acquiring a fortune? would it be answered, they are hopeful; he has a great respect for business; and at times thinks on the subject? Has that man a prospect of gaining a fortune?-just as good an one as the other of saving his soul.


J. A.


THE fair, young moon, in a silver bow,
Looks back from the bending west,

Like a weary soul that is glad to go
To the long-sought place of rest.

Her crescent lies in a beaming crown,
On the distant hill's dark head,

Serene as the righteous looking down
On the world, from his dying bed.

Her rays, to our view, grow few and faint;
Her light is at length withdrawn!
And she, like a calmly departing saint,
To her far-off home is gone!

O! what could have made the moon so bright, Till her work for the earth was done?

'Twas the glory drawn from a greater light! "Twas the face of the radiant sun!

For she on her absent king would look,

Which the world saw not, the while;

Her face from him all its beauty took,

And conveyed to the world his smile.

By him, through night, has the moon been led 'Mid the clouds that crossed the sky,

While she drew her beams o'er the earth to shed, From the god where she fixed her eye.

And thus does Faith, 'mid her trials, view,
In the God to whom she clings,
A Sun, whose glories, forever new,
Unfold in his healing wings!

'Tis this that will guide our course aright, Though grief overcloud the heart;

And it is but faith being lost in sight,

That is meant, when the good depart!

H. F. G.


I HAVE never seen the difference between a man and a child so strikingly portrayed as by the Apostle Paul, when he said, 'When I was a child I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.' There is a shade of thought in the sentence of the original Greek, which, though correctly given in the translation, may, perhaps, have been more forcibly expressed. As if the apostle had said, 'I had the wishes, the tastes, the enjoyments of a child, but, &c.'

It may be a curious, and I hope an interesting and a valuable speculation, suitable to the pages of a work like the present, to get a clear view of the diversity of character alluded to, by instituting a

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