enter that port where no storms and tempests will rage, but where all will be calm and serene, or, to use St. John's words (which have often forcibly struck me) in the Book of Revelations, where there will be "a sea of glass like unto chrystal." I must again trust that you will excuse the liberty I have taken in thus addressing you, but as it does not often happen that two such worthy characters, of the same profession, live so closely and die so closely together, and who were, besides, on such terms of intimate friendship, I thought I might venture to take up my pen and bear my testimony (humble as it is) to this our fresh loss in the parish, which had had so heavy an one but a few short months before.

"I remain, Sir, with much respect,

"Your obedient servant,

Such, Mr. Editor, is the plain and simple account of one who had weathered many a storm, and who had seen the works of the Lord and His wonders in the deep, and in speaking, as you observe he does, in the close of his letter, of that great and awful day when the sea shall give up its dead, and when the earthy tomb shall restore its mouldering ashes into life again, you must not for one moment suppose, though the sea terms the writer makes use of may seem strange and inappropriate to your ears, that there is any thing like unbecoming levity attaching to them; but you may be assured that they are meant to express deep religious feeling and genuine sincerity of heart, in a language that he had been familiar with for most part of his life; and I hold that if the heart be right, out of which you know that we have high authority for saying, "are the issues of life," it matters but little in what dress its thoughts are clothed. If you think it worth while to insert this second funeral subject in any future" Cottage Visitor," I can only say that you have my full permission for so doing, and that as in all probability I may never be so circumstanced as to meet with two such similar events in all my future tours, you will scarcely ever be troubled again with another letter from your unknown correspondent.

I remain, Mr. Editor, yours, &c.

THE AREOPAGUS, OR MARS' HILL.

THE city of Athens, formerly so famous for the splendour of its buildings, is still remarkable for the remains of many temples and other ancient structures, more beautiful than any thing man has been able to design since, and of which most of our own public buildings are very poor imitations. On account of these things great numbers of travellers are constantly visiting the place, and studying with great diligence almost every relic of those times to be found. But there is a much higher interest belonging to it in our eyes, as Christians, from its name occurring in the Bible, and from our being told a great deal about the first preaching of the Gospel to its inhabitants. In the 17th chapter of the Acts, St. Paul is related to have gone to Athens from Berea, to escape persecution from the Jews, and while there," his spirit was stirred in him, when he saw the city wholly given to idolatry." He could not bear to see people perishing in ignorance, without proclaiming to them the blessed tidings of the Gospel, after which "they took him and brought him to Areopagus," or Mars' Hill, there to hear publicly what he had to teach. On this hill was once held the most famous court of justice in the world, where every cause was said to be tried without regard to persons, but upon its own merits, and to secure this being done, the judges heard the witnesses and criminals without being allowed to see them. Thither we find St. Paul brought, under the providence of God, to call the unhappy Athenians "from dumb idols to serve the living and true God;" and there he showed them, from their own feelings and principles, the folly of what they believed, and preached to them of the day of judgment and the resurrection of the dead.

There now remains very little, if any, of the ancient building where perhaps St. Paul stood, but the hill is still the same, and we may look upon the representation of it with that interest which Christians always feel in those scenes which their Lord or His Apostles have, as it were, sanctified by their presence.

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veller, Dr. E. D. Clarke :-"It is not possible to conceive a situation of greater peril, or one more calculated to prove the sincerity of the preacher, than that in which. the Apostle was here placed, and the truth of this perhaps will never be better felt than by a spectator, who from this eminence actually beholds the monuments of pagan pomp and superstition, by which he whom the Athenians considered as the setter forth of strange gods' was there surrounded. We ascended to the summit by means of steps cut in the natural stone. The sublime scene here exhibited is so striking, that a brief description of it may show how truly it offers to us a commentary upon the Apostle's words, as they were delivered upon the spot. He stood upon the top of the rock, and beneath the canopy of heaven. Before him there was spread a glorious prospect of mountains, islands, seas, and skies. Thus every object conspired to elevate the mind, and to fill it with reverence towards that Being who made and governs the world (Acts xvii. 24. 28.); who sitteth in that light which no mortal eye can approach, and yet is nigh unto the meanest of His creatures, in whom we live, and move, and have our being."

ONE GLASS MORE.

STAY, mortal, stay! nor heedless thus

Thy sure destruction seal;

Within that cup there lurks a curse

Which all who drink must feel.

Disease and Death, for ever nigh,
Stand ready at the door,
And eager wait to hear the cry

Of" Give me one glass more."

Go, view that prison's gloomy cells,
Their pallid tenants scan;

Gaze, gaze upon these earthly hells,

And ask how they began.

Had these a tongue, O man! thy cheek
The tale would crimson o'er ;

Had these a tongue, to thee they'd speak,
And answer, 66 one glass more."

Behold that wretched female form,
An outcast from her home,

Bleached in affliction's blighting storm,

And doom'd in want to roam.

Behold her! ask that prattler dear
Why mother is so poor,

She'll whisper in thy startled ear,
"'Twas father's one glass more."

Stay, mortal, stay! repent, return;
Reflect upon thy fate;

The poisonous draught indignant spurn-
Spurn, spurn it ere too late.

Oh! fly the alehouse' horrid din,
Nor linger near the door,

Lest thou, perchance, should sip again
The treacherous "One glass more."

Labourer's Friend Magazine.

A LOOKING-GLASS TO THE HEART; OR, SOME OF THE WAYS IN WHICH SELFISHNESS AND PRIDE APPEAR.

1. In setting a high value on our kindnesses or labours for the good of others: impatience or vexation at ingratitude or want of success.

2. In being tenacious of our own property, and ready to resent encroachments upon it.

3. In strictly assuming the dignity, rights, or privilege that we think our due, and being mortified with disrespect or neglect.

4. In the risings of anger and revenge at any contempt or ill-usage.

5. Impatience at contradiction, and irritation if our self-will be thwarted.

6. A reluctance to give up our own will to obey the will of another; so strong is this feeling in some persons, that a desire expressed to lead them, is sufficient to excite resistance.

7. A dislike to be dictated to, or found fault with.

8. A high esteem of our opinion, an unwillingness to yield it to another, and a desire to rule and have every thing our own way.

9. Vexation at being blamed when we deserve it, offence at being suspected if we do not, and a spirit of self-justification and retort.

10. A reluctance to condemn ourselves, or confess ourselves in the wrong even in trifles; and a tenacious adherence to what we have once advanced in argument.

11. Prejudice against those who dislike us, or have