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know very well that you are no- able service; - meanwhile, your thing; and we know also that friends are determined to be gratiChrist is all in all; who, if it be fied, in spite of you, by possesshis will, can speak as he did to ing themselves, through you, of Balaam by an ass—why, then, not Paul's meaning. Observe, if you by a man? Art not thou' a man?

are angry, I do not ask pardon; Art not thou a servant of Christ? the truth is, we are the offended Has he not endowed thee with ca- party, and you should seek forpacity? If you should choose to giveness of us for your displeasure. improve this volume by some

God for ever keep you!" additions, it will be an accept

[To be continued.]


God spake, and said, “ Let there be light !"

And Chaos the firm mandate heard ;
Forth from his chambers, sunk in night,

Light sprung obedient to the word.
God spake! and all the sparkling gems

That stud the sky and cheer the earth,
The twinkling stars, the sun's bright flames,

Heard, and from nothingness came forth.
The waters felt the wide command,

And promptly the High Will obey'd:
Teeming with life they left the land

“ Thus far they came, and here were staid !”
There the tall “ tree that yielded seed,”

Matur'd at once, its bounties spread;
Here the gay flow'r, unmix'd with weed,

Its form display'd, its fragrance shed.
Anon the wide quadruped race

Burst into life, in all their names;
The lion lick'd the kid's soft face,

Nor thought of then were strife or chains.
And man came forth, supremely blest;

Eden was fix'd for his abode;
Exalted far above the rest,

He walk'd on earth, and walk'd with God!
But Oh, he fell! Ah! boast not ye

Not e'en endued with half his powers!
Created pure, but yet left free,

E'en Adam fell in Eden's bowers !
And then did purity and peace

Give place to sin's defiling stains;
And then did heav'n's communion cease,

And thorns and thistles curse the plains !
Nor ended yet the mischiefs drear,

Sin tainted all man's unborn race;
But Oh, rejoice! for even here

Was preach'd the glorious news of grace.
Serpent deformid ! 'tis Wisdom's plan

To let thee bruise thy conqu’ror's heel!
But know, thou hateful foe to man,

The crush of death thy head shall feel !


That cross shall be erected high,

And thou shalt writhe beneath its base!
Press'd by its weight, e'en death shall dio,
And Eden scenes again take place!

When, by a word, God call'd to birth

This fair Creation's wondrous frame,
A shout resounded down to earth;

From heaven's high courts the echo came !
So beauteous all the fabric stood,

It well employ'd each angol tongue;
The praises of the builder, God,

The morning stars with transport sung.
But there's a mightier, nobler birth *,

A new Creation vaster still;
To call the living structure forth,

Exceeds in power, exceeds in skill!
Chaotic matter passive lay,–

Opposing principle was none :

give command-my voice obey,"

Was scarcely said, ere all was done !
But in the “ workmanship” of love,

To form the rebel-soul anew t,
Exceeding “ mighty” power can prove

Alone sufficient to subdue.
Immers'd in sin, in depths profound,

The gloom of hell enwraps the soul;
The will, affections, judgment bound,

Satan leads on and claims the whole.
A voice sounds forth, “Turn ye and live!"

Ye sons of men, “Why will ye die ?"
“ Rise from the dead, and light receive;"

“ That cross has brought salvation nigh.”
They will not turn-besotted quite f,

Tbeir ears they stop, and spurn the voice;
Recoil at day, exult in night,

Make fetters, sleep, and death, their choice.
Not common sleep their slumbers are,

Not common death it is that reigns ;
It is the sleep of sloth-despair !

"Tis wilful death-'tis heart-lov'd chains !
Almighty love! we lift our eyes,

For ours the slumbers, chains, and death ;
O say to our dead souls, “ Arise!”

And breathe on us thy quick’ning breath.
Clothed with thy power, the sovereign word

Still, still shall reach each deep recess;.
Darkness shall flee, and life restor'd,

A new Creation yet shall bless.
Fair “plants of righteousness " shall rise

Till Paradise again is seen;
The angel-song shall rend the skies,
And God once more shall walk with mep!

NOVIT A * John, iii, %. t Ephes. i. 19. John, v. 10.

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Weeping may endure for a night, taketh away the sin of the world

but joy cometh in the morning. -to contemplate him in all his
Ps. xxx. 5.

blessed and gracious attributes as In many departments and

the chief

among ten thousand, and rations of the natural world, we altogether lovely; But, alas! the behold a striking analogy to the vail is at present before her eyes; state and operations of the work of she walks in darkness and has no grace on the heart of man. On a light. She seems more


any gloomy morning in May, tidings other of my flock to fear taking any came that widow Sanders was re- comfort to herself. She groans, moved to a new residence, and und weeps, and prays, and loves was more than usually indisposed to hear of the Redeemer; but her in body, and more than ever dis- naturally sorrowful spirit, her deep tressed in her mind. The day was sense of sin, and the inany dismal advancing, but the sky was over- suggestions of Satan, are as a dark cast with a November-like hue. and wintry cloud'; they shut out the Our vallies were obscured in a cheering beams of the un of sheet of small rain, and the ga- Righteousness from her soul; and thering vapour lay on the sides of much she fears that that soul will our lovely hills, and shut out all one day set in the blackness of their diversified beauties from our darkness for ever. Oh! that this view. As I rode along, I turned ber night of weeping might give frequently to those parts of the ho- place to the promised joyous mornrizon where so many natural objects ing which so many have already of delight were wont to present experienced to their everlasting themselves to the traveller, but comfort. they were all concealed. The ima- This poor woman had, in her gination might easily figure to itself younger days, paid some attention a dreary waste of inhospitable and to the concerns of her soul. But barren rocks ; a forlorn and deso- as she advanced in life, she delate country, where wolves, and clined in grace; and when she betigers, and untamed men, took up came a wife and a mother, the cares their dwelling. It would have been of this world, and the objects of a difficult task to impress on a her natural affection, became as the stranger's mind what à cheering thorns on the good seed-all was and delightful piece of scenery lay choked for many days. How comaround him. What beauties of na- mon and how melancholy a case ture would at once break on his is this; and how completely does eyes the instant those clouds and such conduct prove, that the heart mists should pass away! And of man is deceitful above all things, this, thought I, is the case with and desperately wicked! Were my poor widowed sufferer, whose it not so, as an increase of cares soul is bowed down beneath the and anxieties crowded upon us, we presence of many fears; whose should feel an equally increased faith is, at present, too weak to desire to cast our burdens and pierce the surrounding gloom. cares on the Lord, and should reThere are given unto her, and to joice that he had promised to care all in her situation, many great and for us. So far, however, is this precious promises. The Holy from being the case, that poor wayScriptures abound with consola- ward man makes those very trials tions and encouragements; and and circumstances a plea and excuse Prophets and Apostles call on her for neglecting God, which, of all to behold the Lamb of God who others, should bring him more ear

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Westly to seek and serve him. But had slighted, a kingdom whieh she to return to the poor widow. It had almost forgotten, and a somust be remarked, that although ciety which, if she had not deshe long seemed disposed to forget spised, she certainly had not hunand forsake God, yet God would gered and thirsted after. Her case neither forget nor forsake her. much interested me.

She was naHe visited her backslidings with turally placid, gentle, and timid. the rod more than once or twice. Like Hannah of old, a woman of A part of her family were removed sorrowful, tender spirit, not fretful by the ordinary course of sickness, and peevish, but depressed, and and some were called hence by ready, like a bruised reed, to break very afflictive providences they down under every rude blast which were cut off by accidents, as the assails it. In addition to all this, world terms those calls of the Al- the Lord had now given her a very mighty which come in the form and tender conscience; and Satan, as character of sudden, violent death. has been already binted, harassed In short, her gourd of earth bore her with continual accusations of happiness withered. The noon- her past sins and present imperfectide sun of affliction fell on its tions, and by every means endeabranches, a worm was at its root, voured to perplex her understandand it sunk to the ground. She ing, darken her soul, and destroy looked around her dwelling, but her little faith. Now, although there was neither child nor husband this self-abasement, this sense of to sooth her sorrows or to share sin, and humiliation of soul before her joys; they were all gone. She God, are sure signs of genuine rewas left alone, childless, and a pentance, especially when coupled, widow, and poor and friendless in as was the widow's case, with an a world which too often frowns on earnest desire to give up the whole distress altogether, and at best can soul to Christ, and to love and administer but little comfort to one obey him with all the heart, and all in her situation. For a consider the mind, and all the strength; yet able while her strength and health so long as the individual continues had been on the decline; and at to walk in darkness and distress, the time when her case more parti- the pastor cannot but deeply symcularly called for my attention, she pathize with the sufferer, whose was labouring under much of a con- want of faith, and of clearer views sumptive cough and great difficulty of the freeness and fulness of the of breathing. An internal fever salvation of the Gospel, cause them was progressively consuming the to go mourning all the day. Nay, whole frame; her days were days his own heart will sometimes sink, of pain, and her nights were those and he will be ready to fear lest, in of tossing to and fro. These af- the hour of trial, he also may feel Alictions were, however, absorbed, nothing but the waves and billows and, as far as possible, forgotten going over his soul. But to return in the heavier trials of her soul. She again to the poor widow: it will be looked backwards on days and gratifying and encouraging to the years. spent in labouring for the Christian reader to learn, that He meat which perisheth, and had who for wise and gracious purposes now to bewail how much she had does sometimes hide himself from undervalued and neglected to pro- his mourning and praying children cure that living bread which comes for a season, that with everlasting down from heaven. She looked mercies he may gather them at the forward to a dying hour and a fittest season and most precious judgment near at hand; and could manner, even He was pleased to only contemplate a God whom she look on this his afflicted and dis

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tressed bandmaid. Light and


peace, and trust, and faith, gra- the widow was no longer an inha-
dually took place of darkness, dis- bitant of this world of pain and
order, doubts, and despair. She trial.
lived several weeks longer than any Neighbour Sanders is gone,
of us expected; and though con- Sir; she went off about half an
fined to her bed, and every day hour ago. She died quite happy,
conscious of the near approach of Sir; but do pray ride on to the
death, her soul was no longer ter- house. Widow D, is there, and
rified. She lay calmly resigned as I'm sure they will be glad to see
to every earthly, event, and hum- you. They did so wish you had
bly but steadily looking forward to been there.
the hour of her death, as that hap- I stayed not to converse any
py period which should introduce further, but rode on to the place
her soul into everlasting life. Weak, which had been the scene of so
and almost breathless as she was, many conversations with one who
there were times when she could was to converse with me no more
not refrain from the attempt to sing, on earth.
“ Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near,

“ Bless me, here is Mr. M.!” exAnd for my relief will surely appear ;

claimed widow D. as I approached By prayer let me wrestle, and he will per- the door. I had scarcely entered

and shut it to after me, before the With Christ in the ressel, I smile at the

widow and two other women burst

into tears. “ Poor dear Betty is Her deep sense of personal unworthiness never forsook her, but

gone at last; and so happy! 0, her former distressing fears were Sir, I wish you had been here,

said the former. gone for ever. A calm composure

“ I wish so too; but I trust all is now marked her countenance with

well; and as I could not witness an unusually interesting cast, while a Scriptural peace rested in her her last moments, tell me a little

about them." heart.

She could now hear portions of God's word read, and be

“ Well, Sir," answered D. “ I lieve that she had an interest in

had been reading for some time,

and talking to her in my poor way, them. It was comfortable to visit her, and edifying to converse with

not thinking her end was so near. her. To myself it was more than

“And was she quite sensible?”. comfortable; for as her former dark

“ O yes, Sir, and she did so and distressed state had often

seem to enjoy it, her whole soul greatly depressed my own spirits, seemed taken up with it! All at in this her victory over those fears and

I said, Betty, you are going,

once I saw her change for death ; which once so powerfully assailed her, the Lord in effect said again you are going! Now, how is it to me, “Why art thou so fearful, Lord present and precious ? But

your soul? Do you find the O thou of little faith ?"

she could not answer, Sir; "her On Sunday afternoon, I was informed that the widow's most

speech was gone, she only looked

I said again, Betty, now threatening symptoms had much at me, increased. As it was not possible you are going: if your soul is hapto see her that evening, I hastened, py, if Christ Jesus is present and

precious to you, and you cannot other calls of duty would admit

, to speak, do hold up your hand in wards her distant cottage, and had

token of your assurance. And,

Sir, as soon as ever I had said so, approached within a quarter of a mile of it, when I met a poor wo

poor dear soul! she held up both

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