Here, then, at this most affecting, ever memorable hour, my rebellion, at least my willing rebellion, against God my Maker and God my Saviour, was given up. Here was the dawning of a new life. Here was that spell of delusion finally broken, which sin and Satan had woven to blind my eyes and harden my heart. Not that I at once found a life of piety easy and delightful-far from it; bitter, bitter were my struggles for a long period with my inveterate corruptions. And still do the dark shadows of that gloomy season, which I have attempted to describe, linger in my path. I still feel the deadly effects of that poisoned cup of sin of which I then drank. But blessed be the name of my Saviour, in whom I have righteousness and strength, for he has washed away the foulest stains of my corruption, and will ere long make me whiter than snow. And blessed, blessed be his name! that the one harrowing idea which once made my life so wretched, now constitutes my chief joy: that now, instead of calling upon the 'rocks and the mountains to hide me from the presence of his face,' my prayer daily is, 'Lord, lift thou up thy countenance upon me!'

And oh! wonderful to relate, the dark and wretched creature I have been describing, now delights to proclaim the 'glorious Gospel of the blessed God,' having received power and authority to do so, as his appointed minister!

E.

NOTE.-As the authoress of the above article has been lately called from time into eternity-from earth to Heaven-I may venture to mention her name; and I do this the more readily, because I am persuaded that many of the readers of this book will rejoice to have in their possession a memorial of MRS. ELIZABETH SMITH, the late estimable wife of the RIGHT Rev. BISHOP SMITH, of Kentucky. She was one of the numerous victims of that dreadful epidemic which was so severely felt in Lexington; but she died in the faith which she had lived to adorn, and now sleeps in Jesus.

How far the tale which is the production of her pen is founded on facts, I am not prepared to say, but believe that, for the most part, it is the relation of an actual occurrence.

SACRED LYRICS.

Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil.

PSALM XLIX. 5.

I.

Ir 'reft of health, why should I mourn,

Since God is love,' and he

Has said that evil he will turn

To greatest good for me?

If riches fail and honours fly,

In that no curse I see,

For God, who loves me, will deny

No real good to me.

If friends desert, betray, or die,

No hopeless grief is mine,

My Friend of Friends is ever nigh, Then why should I repine.

If age steal o'er me, and decay
My yielding form invade,

The sooner 't will be cast away,
For one that cannot fade.

If pain and peril hold me fast,
I'll bear them well, for they

Are trials of my faith, and last

But for a winter's day.

Why should I mourn for any loss,

Since it is sent by him

Who bore for me a cruel cross,

Though king of seraphim:

Who gave his life for me and mine,

And but to bless me tries,

And longs to see my spirit shine,

A saint in Paradise?

Oh, Master! good or evil send,

As seemeth best to thee;

And teach my stubborn soul to bend,

In love to thy decree.

Whatever come, if thou wilt bless
The brightness and the gloom,

And temper joy, and soothe distress,
I fear no earthly doom:

Life cannot give a cureless sting,
Death can but crown my bliss,
And waft me on an angel's wing,

Away-to happiness.

PHILADELPHIA.

M.

II.

As the hart panteth after the water-brooks,
So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

PSALM XLII. 1.

THE stricken Arab hart had fled

Far from the streamlet's side,