But where the tyrant's iron sway And strives to quench the heavenly ray And with stern cruelty demands, Their Bible from the trembling hands But vain the powers of earth and hell To stop the Bible's course; "Tis the "true light"-unquenchableResistless as its source! By day those hapless sons of Ham At night they dig them up again, Ye British Christians, who possess, BOYS AND THE WATER. Boys are very fond of water-they love to see it, or to ride on it, or to bathe in it. This is all very natural; but they should never forget that it is water: some seem as if they did not remember this. When they are riding in a boat over the waves, they should bear in mind that if their boat were to upset, they would sink in the deep waters below them. Boys should never venture into a boat without some careful person to guide it. How many lads have met with a watery grave, through their daring and careless conduct! The writer trembles as he remembers how often, when a boy, he was ex posed on the very edge of destruction in this way. Once he, and several other thoughtless lads, were in a boat near the shore: he was sitting on the edge of it, in a careless posture, and did not know, till they had pulled the boat into the middle of a wide deep river, that they had left the shore. He never forgot that He never did so again. Bathing is another practice attended with danger. Bathing is a good thing. It is cleanly and healthful, especially in hot countries. But some boys bathe too often, and injure their health and their constitution. Those boys who cannot swim should never bathe in waters beyond their depth, on any account. Let them stay till they have learned to swim, and then they should not venture too much, as the cramp may take them. I well remember a schoolfellow of mine-poor Harry Rogers! He was not at school one afternoon, and when we broke up we heard that he was drowned at the White Gates, whilst bathing in the Trent. We all ran to see, and there were men in a boat, with drags, trying to find him. One of the hooks caught his ancle and brought him up. O how did I feel when I saw his naked body lifted into the boat, and his belly swelled with water! They wrapped him in blankets, and carried him home, but he was quite dead. Had he been at school, or kept out of deep water, he might have been alive now. I never passed White Gates after without thinking of poor Harry. Let the boys who read this bear in mind that they ought not to expose themselves to danger. Many a father's and mother's heart has been almost broken by some sad accident befalling a careless child on the water. I shall never forget poor Harry's father, as he walked on the bank of the river, anxiously watching the men, as they tried to find his poor lad,-or how his elder brother wept fit to break his heart. Beside, it is a wrong thing in the sight of God, to set light upon the life he has given us. It is an awful thing to appear before our Maker until he calls us. Then, if washed in the blood of Jesus, we may receive the summons without fear or alarm. THE YOUNG MOURNER. LEAVING her sports, in pensive tune, I can remember she was fair; And how she kindly looked and smiled, Before my mother went away, Father, I can remember when I first observed her sunken eye, And the next morn they did not speak, They bade us kiss her icy cheek, O then I thought how she was kind, I thought there ne'er was such another! Poor little Charles and I!-that day I wish my mother had not died, We never have been glad since then; They say, and is it true, she cried, That she should never come again?" The father checked his tears, and thus You say she cannot come to us; But you and I may go to her." |