25. He who himself put on a crown of thorns, never intended that His followers should wear a crown of flowers; He who has told you to take up your cross daily and follow Him, well knew that you would not be able truly to follow Him, without having crosses to take up.-H. Blunt.

26. An eastern man, whose custom it is to put off his shoes when he stands on holy ground, might just as well complain of his shoes being on, when he has not stooped down to unfasten their latchet and take them off; as we complain of earthly things and worldly thoughts following us to church, when we have taken no pains and used no endeavors to get rid of them.—Rev. W. W. Champneys.

27. Pain of body, is but as the body of pain; anguish of soul, is the soul of anguish.—Bp. Hall.

28. La morale humaine dans son état le plus parfait, est un mosaïque ingénieuse, dont la moindre secousse fait un monceau de débris bigarrés; la morale chrêtienne est la puissante pyramide dont chaque partie trouve la même appui dans son immense base inebranleble comme le sol qui la porte.—Vinet.

29. He who does not live above the world while he is in the world, will never live above it when he is out of it.—Dr. Cheever.

30. I quite believe there is a time for everything that ought to be done, and that we impugn the wisdom of our infallible employer, when we say "I ought to have done it, but had not time." No, "THE work of a day in his day," is fitted as precisely as the strength required; and if we think we have more than we can do or bear, it is because yesterday's undone work, and yesterday's untransferred burden, have got into the wrong place ; or it is that we are rebelliously lading to-day with the employment and cares of the morrow.-Helen Plumptre.

31. I look upon every good man, as a good book, lent by its owner to another to read and transcribe the excellent notions and golden passages that are in it, for his own benefit, that they may remain with him when the owner shall call for his book. But in case this excellent book be thrown into a corner and no use made of it, it justly provokes the owner to take it away in displeasure. -Flavel. L. N.

A MOTHER'S BEQUEST.

THE glad and merry sounds of childish glee,
Fell on her ear,

With rich wild strains of infant melody,

So beautiful and clear;

Yet, as she listened, mournful was the sigh
She heaved, while from her dark and brilliant eye
Dropt the sad tear.

Her cheek was flushed with the bright hectic hue
Of quick decay;

Life, and its fairest pleasures, from her view,

Were fading fast away;

And yet she clung to earth, for dear ones twined
Around her love; and dark grief filled her mind,
From day to day.

She did not fear the shadows of the tomb,
For faith was bright;

Confiding in her Saviour, all its gloom

Was lost in hope's sweet light;

She longed to join the bright and lovely band
Of happy spirits in that holy land

Of pure delight.

But the deep feelings of a mother's heart

Formed a strong tie

To earth; oh, must she from her children part,
And slowly droop and die?

Die in the summer of her days-and they
Wander alone upon the world's rough way,
No guardian nigh?

Sheltered from infancy beneath her smile

From every care;

Oh, who would now their childish griefs beguile,
Their simple pleasures share?

Could strangers feel a mother's tenderness,
And all their little faults and waywardness
With patience bear?

Dark was the shade her fond affection threw
O'er coming years;

And well might the sad scenes her fancy drew
Waken her trembling fears;

But that deep thrill of anguish passed away,
And gentle hope, with bright and cheering ray,
Smiled through her tears.

"Lord, to thy will," she meekly said, "I bow,
Nor longer grieve;

My precious, my belovéd treasures now

To thee I calmly leave!

For thou hast promised, thou wilt be their guide,
And bear them safely over life's rough tide;

Lord, I believe.

"Should sorrow on their gentle spirits press,

Thou, from above,

Wilt soothe the orphans' grief, and kindly bless
Them with a Father's love;

And if unkindness and neglect they share,
Thy tender sympathy and boundless care,
My babes shall prove."

From that sweet hour, till life's calm, peaceful close,
Grief was represt;

No sad forebodings clouded her repose—

Her babes she fondly prest,

And softly murmuring words of prayer and love
For them, she entered her bright home above,
And gained her rest.

And wilt not thou, O Saviour, gently fold

From every snare,

These little lambs, left in a world so cold,

Without a mother's care?

With thine own grace their infant spirits bless,

And answer thus in love and faithfulness,

Her latest prayer!

Brighton.

H. M. W.

DEW DROPS.

WHEN the bright sun with cloudless ray, And fervid heat, shines through the day,

All nature's freshness dies;

But when that orb hath sunk to rest
Refreshing dews, spread like a vest,
O'er earth, and sea, and skies.

Again the glorious sun appears,
And smiling, shines on nature's tears
With warm and cheering light;

Till by the magic of his ray

The mist departs, and flower and spray,
Glitter with dew drops bright.

They hang, all beautiful and fair,
And tremble in the sportive air,

With many a changeful ray;

Till the same orb, which made them shine As gems, shall bid their light decline

And gather them away.

Just so to us, our God hath given

The word of life, like dew from heaven,
To bless the human heart;

And as bright showers refreshing fall
On herb and flower, reviving all

So does it grace impart.

"Go, feed my flock," the Lord hath said,
"6 My people hunger, give them bread;
I would that all might live :

Should any doubt, remove their fears,
Should any weep, dry up their tears,
Their sins I will forgive."

Obey God's will, go forth and preach,
In every city, village, teach,

The knowledge of his love;

Till like one galaxy of light,

His saints shall shine with glory bright,

Illumined from above.

Bristol.

Like dew drops, which no radiance give,
Till the bright sun hath made them live,
With many a sparkling ray;

So Christians, by a power divine,

As glorious lights on earth will shine,
Unto the perfect day.

Like dew drops lustrous to the view,
And clothed in many a sparkling hue,
From graces God hath given;
Till Christ shall gather up his own,
As glittering gems before his throne,
To shine as lights in heaven.

NUMBERS x. 29.

Come with us, dear fellow-mortals,
To the mansions of the blest;

Soon we hope to reach the portals,
Leading to eternal rest;

Blissful Eden,

In that land is repossessed.

Come with us; to grace abounding,
All our glorious hopes we owe ;
And that grace is still resounding,
From its throne to men below.

Contrite sinners,

Hark! it sweetly speaks to you.

Speaks of reconciliation

Wrought by Jesus on the tree;
In his name proclaims salvation,
Pardon, peace, and purity;
Proffers blessings—

Rich, and suitable, and free.

Come with us-God has provided
All we need while on the way;
By His counsels we are guided,
He protects us night and day;
Our conductor

Will not leave us Satan's prey.

H. D. H.