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beseech you not to relax in your endeavors to save their souls from death! Tell them, I bowed to idols; but did I put my trust in idols now, I should sink lower than the grave! Tell them, I performed the rites of the Ganges; but there is no water that cleanseth from sin, besides the water of the river that 'proceedeth out of the throne of God and of the Lamb!' I would say more, but I faint. I shall soon sleep in Jesus; in his smiles I am happy!" Here he rested; and Serenus having strengthened my sight, I beheld, with astonishment, the leap and ugly monster Death, grasping in his cold embrace the dying Indian, but I perceived he had lost his sting; to comfort him were radiant angels kindly supporting his head, and pointing upwards to the regions of boundless light. "True it is," I exclaimed, "blessed are the dead that die in the Lord!” And as I spake, the last and dreadful conflict with the world and sin was nearly over.
With a faltering and tremulous voice the Indian breathed his last farewell; and as the happy soul burst through the apertures of nature, “Jesus receive my spirit,” was heard to languish on bis tongue. Thus fled the immortal part, and left the body still in the cruel gripe of Death.
The vision likewise fled; but yet the grateful recollection cheers my soul, and leaves behind a wish to win a soul to Christ.
“The sultry climes of India then I'd cho se;
ON THE MOTTO OF THE EARL OF KINGSTON'S ARMS.
Spes tutissima Coelis.
Whene'er my mind's opprest;
Dispel the clouds of darkest days,
Of time's rude winds should shake,
And my fond schemes should break.
The safest hope's in heaven above!
For God will ne'er deceive;
I safe and joyful live!
WHERE mis’ry dwells a constant guest,
When conscience, sore oppress’d with crime,
Our Bible! From thee our purest comforts grow; Safe with thy guidance we may go Through the dire scenes of sin and wo,
My Bible! Whate'er our state of life may be, Or poor, or rich, or bond, or free, Still our warm hearts shall turn to thee,
Blest Bible! Here then, while round afflictions rise, To every heart we'll bind the prize, Which bears us onward to the skies,
Our Bible! Here is a charm for ev'ry grief; In this blest word we find relief; On thee we rest our firm belief,
Sweet Bible! The gospel far conveys our load, And bears us forward on the road Towards our Savior and our God,
Blest Bible! The promises, throughout divine, Round my enraptur'd heart I'll twine, And cry aloud, thou still art mine,
My Bible! In this I'll search from day to day, To guide me in my heav'nly way; And when I die, thou'rt mine, I'll say,
My Bible! For thy blest truths, through all the days Of blest eternity, we'll raise A joyful song of sacred praise,
Blest Bible! A WEEK WELL SPENT.
BY DR. C. MATHER, OF BOSTON, IN NEW ENGLAND.
It was constantly one of the first thoughts in a morning of this very successful mioister, * “What good may I do today?" He resolved this question into the following particulars:
1. His question for the Lord's day morning constantly was, “What shall I do, as a pastor of a church, for the good of the flock under my charge?”
2. For Monday, “What shall I do for the good of my own family?”
3. For Tuesday, “What good shall I do for my rela. tions abroad?” Sometimes he changed it for another, namely, “What good shall I do to my enemies? And how shall I overcome evil with good?”
4. For Wednesday, “ What shall I do for the churches of the Lord, and the more general interests of religion in the world?"
5. For Thursday, “What good may I do in the sev. eral societies to which I am related?"
6. For Friday, “What special subjects of affliction, and objects of compassion, may I take under my particular" care? And what shall I do for them?"
7. For Saturday, “ What more have I to do for the in. terest of God in my own heart and life?”
* In the first year of his ministry, though only about eighteen years of age, he had reason to believe he was made the instrument of converting at least thirty souls.
DIVINITY OF CHRIST.
Two gentlemen were once disputing on the divinity of Christ. One of them, who argued against it, said, “Ifit were true, it certainly would have been expressed in more clear and unequivocal terms.” “Well,” said the other,
admitting that you believed it, were authorized to teach it, and allowed to use your own language, how would you express the doctrine to make it indubitable?" 6. I would say,” replied the first, that Jesus Christ is the true God." “You are very happy," rejoined the other, in the choice of your words; for you have happened to hit upon the very words of inspiration. St. John, speaking of the Son, says, " This is the true God, and eternal life.”
SWEARING REPROVED. A young man having returned from sea, where he had unhappily acquired the habit of profane swearing, went to visit a friend in the country;' when, walking in the garden, and approaching too near a bee hive, one of them stung him on the head; which so excited his wrath,
that he began to strike violently at the bees with his hat, uttering at the same time the most dreadful oaths and curses. In the midst of his fury, one of these little combatants stung him on the tip of that unruly member, his tongue, which was then so actively employed in blaspheming his Maker. Thus can the Lord engage one of the meanest of his creatures, in reproring the bold transgressor, who dares to take his name in vain.