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"Christ is mine. To him I have committed my soul : why should I fear ?"

"Is your trust entirely in Christ ?"

"In Christ alone I trust for salvation; he is the true foundation-the way-the door."

As I prayed with him and asked the Divine presence with his soul, he joined in it with much feeling. I then took my leave. Next day his son came

to say that he was near death. I went. His pulse was scarcely to be felt; his breathing was short. "How is it with you ?" I asked.

He replied, "With Christ is my soul." "Entirely ?"

"Yes, entirely.”

"No fear ?"

"None at all."

"This is the hour of your death."

He was unable to speak, but squeezed my hand.

After a while he revived and opened his eyes.

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'You will, I trust, soon be with Christ," I said. "Yes, I shall."

"To-morrow," I said, "is the sabbath."

He said, "I shall be in heaven."

"How great the love of God in not leaving you in the ignorance of your heathen state!"

Raising his eyes upwards, he said, "Great! great!" With his son-in-law and daughter I then conversed on the difference between the death of a saint aud sinner, all of which he heard and understood, as a reply he made fully showed. I left him for a little; but ere I could return, his spirit had fled to be with Him who had redeemed him with his precious blood.

Thus died Kaisara, a good man, a consistent follower of Christ; who was born a heathen, but died a Christian.

OF WHAT USE ARE INSECTS ?

WHO thinks of their use ? And yet, if we only think of their use in trade and commerce, we shall see how great is their value. England pays every year £200,000 for the dried bodies of that tiny insect known as the cochineal; while another, also, which comes from India, and which produces gum shellac, is scarcely less valuable. More than 1,500,000 human beings derive their sole support from the culture and manufacture of the threads spun by the silk-worm, of which the annual worth is said to be £40,000,000. In England alone, to say nothing of the other parts of Europe, £100,000 are spent every year in the purchase of foreign honey, while the value of that which is native is not known; and all this is the work of the bee. Besides this, there are 10,000 pounds of wax brought into this country every year. Then, too,

there are the gall nuts, used for dyeing and making ink; the cantharides, or Spanish fly, used in medicine. In fact, every insect is contributing in some way, directly or indirectly, in swelling the amount of our commercial profits. Even those which, in some cases, prove a plague, and become destructive, have their place in the order of Providence, and show how that little things, having life, become the servants of man.

CHRISTMAS HYMN.

HAIL the night, all hail the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
When amid the wakeful fold
Tidings good the angel told.

Now our solemn chant we raise
Duly to the Saviour's praise;
Now with carol hymns we bless
Christ, the Lord our Righteousness.

While resounds the joyful cry,
"Glory be to God on high,

Peace on earth, good will to men,"
Gladly we respond, "Amen."

Thus we greet this holy day,
Pouring forth our festive lay:
Thus we tell with saintly mirth
Of Immanuel's wondrous birth.

We in perfect peace would live,
We to God would glory give;
Lauding, with the heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

LONDON: WILLIAM STEVENS, PRINTER, BELL YARD, TEMPLE BAR.

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