table wid Massa Jesus, and have de soul feed on fat tings full of marrow." Glory to God! Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe may have their sorrows and disappointments in this world, but it will not be so in the world to come. Thanks be to God! Ethiopia

has already stretched forth her hands, and thousands of northern freemen stand ready to welcome with a hearty shake the outstretched hand, and whisper in the ear of the long down-trodden, "Light is dawning." May God speed the time when none on the face of this fair land shall be debarred the heaven-bestowed right of searching the Scriptures, and growing wise thereby!

SELLING HEAVEN.

"Go, bring me," said the dying fair,
With anguish in her tone,
"Those costly robes and jewels rare,
Go, bring them every one."
They strew'd them on her dying bed,
Those robes of princely cost;
"Father," with bitterness she said,
"For these my soul is lost!

"With glorious hopes I once was blest,
Nor fear'd the gaping tomb;
With heaven already in my heart

I look'd for heaven to come.
I heard a Saviour's pard'ning voice,
My soul was fill'd with peace;
Father, you bought me with these toys,
I barter'd heaven for these.

"Take them, they are the price of blood;

For them I lost my soul;

For them must bear the wrath of God

While ceaseless ages roll.

Remember, when you look on these,
Your daughter's fearful doom;
That she, her pride and thine to please,
Went quaking to the tomb.

"Go, bear them from my sight and touch;
Your gifts I here restore;

Keep them with care-they cost you much,
They cost your daughter more.
Look at them every rolling year
Upon my dying day,

And drop for me the burning tear,"
She said, and sunk away.

CHAPTER XXIX.

THE summer of 1851 was the season of a glorious camp-meeting at Augusta. It was so good in the beginning and ending that I cannot pass it unnoticed. When I say ending, I mean the breaking up of the meeting; for I do not believe I have yet found the end of the glorious river that swept through my soul, and has wafted me on towards heaven. I expect the river to grow broader and deeper until it is lost in the great ocean of eternity; but I must make this long story short. My little boy Charley, who was converted at the class-meeting, as I told you, while absent a few months at school,

had suffered the little mischievous foxes to mutilate, if not to root up, the tender vines planted in the garden of his soul. As I crossed the threshold of the camp-ground, I received a hearty welcome from the great Head of the Church. I then took Charley in the arms of faith and threw him into the pool, and he rose in the likeness of his Saviour. Ten o'clock found us in our covered wagon, which we used as a substitute for a tent, and I doubt whether the disciples were much happier on Mount Tabor than we were there, fully proving that it is not the place, but the state we are in that makes the heaven. We were full of glory and of God. With our souls all washed with the blood of Christ and renewed in life, our sleep was like that of Bunyan's pilgrims, who received their refreshment from the hand of the shepherd on the delectable mountains; it left a peculiar flavour and sweetness upon the lip, so that they talked in their sleep about the celestial city and the King of the place. A word or two about the morning waking, and we pass along. It was a lovely summer morning in June, and we awoke just at the break of day. It seemed as if every limb in the forest around us was bending with a feathered songster, whose heart and tongue, like our own, had been tuned anew for heaven, whilst over our head a squirrel chattered in perfect harmony. Very soon we heard the morning song, followed by fervent prayer, from the family altar, until every tent was vocal with prayer and praise; yea, in the lan

guage of the prophet, the very hills and mountains seemed to break forth with singing, and all the trees of the field to clap their hands for joy. My earthly eyes could not look upon all these beauties; but, to the undimmed vision of the soul, I seemed to have already come to that place where the revelator heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and all that are in the sea, saying:

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Blessing, honour, glory, and power be unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb forever and ever." In the midst of this general jubilee, however, there came a flock of crows with their black shining coats; and their caw, caw, caw, brought to my mind the passage of Scripture: "There shall come scoffers in the last days." But, regardless of the cawing of crows, the anthem of praise went up to God; and though the Church have been scoffed at and ridiculed by a sensual and pleasure-loving multitude since the days of Christ, they still shout triumphantly: "Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

The meeting grew better and better as souls were converted and believers sanctified; and when we met on the last morning for love-feast, there was brother B. J. Ives with his battalion of young soldiers, many of them new recruits, and brother Torry with his detachment of red men, who had laid down the tomahawk and taken hold of the sceptre of peace. And now the love-feast relished like the dessert of strawberries and cream, after the more substantial dinner. Then came the breaking up of the circle, and the farewell. Long may this time-honoured custom be retained, as a feature of our beloved camp-meetings. While the procession was passing around, I began to feel the effects of the wine dispensed by the Master of the feast, and I began to jump, and perhaps I jumped fifty times as high as ever I did in my youthful days, and then fell to the ground. I was never happier in my life; but I soon rose and took my place with the preachers, and as the procession came around they seemed to be robed in spotless white, and I felt as if I were passing them directly into the kingdom of heaven. These were certainly the most peculiar moments of my life. Scripturepromises seemed to flow forth from my mouth like the gushing of water from the smitten rock, as I encouraged every one that I took by the hand to enter into rest. The question has often been asked, whether I had anything to do with that leaping and jumping; and I answer in the fear of God, if I know my own heart, I have no will about it any more