Lord! have mercy, and remove us
Early to thy place of rest,

Where the heavens are calm above us,
And as calm each sainted breast.

Gracious! yet if our repentance
Be not perfect and sincere,
Lord! suspend Thy final sentence,
Leave us still in sadness here!

Leave us, Saviour, till our spirit
From each earthly taint is free-
Fit Thy kingdom to inherit,

Fit to take its rest with Thee.

MILLMAN.

My meat is to do the will of Him that sent me, and to finish His work."

Virtue

If it be a proof of benevolence in God, that our external organs of taste should have been so framed as to have a liking for wholesome food; it is no less the proof both of a benevolent and a righteous God, so to have framed our mental economy, as that right and wholesome morality should be palatable to the taste of the inner man. is not only seen to be right—it is felt to be delicious. There is happiness in the very wish to make others happy. There is a heart's ease, or a heart's enjoyment even in the first purposes of kindness, as well as in its subsequent performances. There is a certain rejoicing sense of clearness in the consistency, the exactitude of justice and truth. There is a triumphant elevation of spirit, in magnanimity

and honour. In perfect harmony with this, there is a placid feeling of serenity and blissful contentment in gentleness and humility. There is a noble satisfaction in those victories which, at the bidding of principle or by the power of self-command, may have been achieved over the propensities of animal nature. There is an elate independence of soul in the consciousness of having nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of. In a word, by the constitution of our nature each virtue has its appropriate charm, and virtue on the whole is a fund of varied as well as of perpetual enjoyment to him, who hath imbibed its spirit, and who is under the direction of its principles. CHALMERS.

It was sound philosophy of Sydney Smith to advise us, whether physically or morally, to "take short views." By the make of our being we like to have many starts and many arrivals. "Divide et impera," states a grand principle. What little child would have heart to begin the alphabet, if, before he did so, you put clearly before him all the school and college work of which it is the beginning? And we too, had we had it put to us at the outset, how much we should have to go through to reach even our present stage of life, should have been ready to think it the best plan to sit down and die at once. But Providence, kindly and gradually putting things, wiles us onward, still keeping hope and heart, through the trials and cares of life. Fraser's Magazine.

Soothe me, kind Father, for this troubled breast
Is weary, and it longs to be at rest.

Thou knowest that the way is long and steep

O'er those bleak mountains, through this valley deep.
I thought this morning that my home was near,
Thought that a few short steps would bring me there,
And bounded forth with joyous heart and hope
O'er the green sward and undulating slope.
Father, the way was longer than I thought,
More difficult, with greater dangers fraught.
Day is far spent, and, though my home is nearer
And I can see its happy portals clearer,
Yet my strength fails me. Oh! be with me now,
Let the cool dews of heaven refresh my brow;
Let me not faint beneath this sultry sun,
Or stay to rest before my home is won;
Let not the mists of evening, as they rise,
Make it seem dim or distant to my eyes;
But grant that, when the sunset's glory bright
Gushes in streams of liquid golden light,
Shedding on valley deep and mountain hoa y
Tender reflections of its crimson glory-
Grant, that my Father's home may then appear
In its full beauty, standing out so clear

In the reflection of the setting sun,

That I

may

hail the sight of heaven won, And sing with joy to find my journey done.

Dove on the Cross.

"And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity, and the water of affliction,

Yet shall not thy teachers be removed into a corner any

more,

But thine eyes shall see thy teachers:

And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying— This is the way, walk ye in it,

When ye

left."

turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the ISAIAH XXX.

Jesu! lover of my soul!

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, oh! my Saviour, hide!
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the harbour guide!

Oh, receive my soul at last!

Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,
Where the holiest of memories, pilgrim-like, throng;
In the shade of thy palms, on the shores of thy sea,
On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee.
With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore,
Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered before;
With the glide of a spirit I traverse the sod,
Made bright by the steps of the angels of God.

Blue sea of the hills!-in my spirit I hear
Thy waters, Gennesaret, chime on my ear;
Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down,
And thy spray on the dust of His sandals was thrown.

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I tread where the twelve" in their wayfaring trod;
I stand where they stood with the chosen of God-
Where His blessing was heard, and His lessons were
taught,

Where the blind were restored, and the healing was wrought.

But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode

Of humanity clothing the brightness of God?

Were my spirit but turned from the outward and dim,
It could gaze even now on the brightness of Him—

Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle, as when
In love and in meekness He moved among men ;

And the voice, which breathed peace to the waves of the

sea,

In the hush of my spirit would whisper to me.

Yes! Loved of the Father, Thy Spirit is near
To the meek and the lowly and penitent here;
And the voice of Thy love is the same even now,
As at Bethany's tomb or on Olivet's brow.

O, the outward hath gone!-but in glory and power
The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour;
Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame
On the heart's secret altar is burning the same.

J. J. WHITTIER.

'Nothing can form men to a fitness for bringing much honour to God, or for being singularly useful to the world, but the influence of God's Spirit. We shall never design great things for God or our generation, much less execute