lose no time. The door was shut,' is a solemn warning, and the subsequent words: 'I know you not,' show the inestimable value of the exhortation: Watch, therefore; for ye know neither the day nor the hour wherein the Son of man cometh.' Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation. In these days of railway disasters, we cannot tell what an instant may bring forth." B. "According to that idea, I had better have been too late; but I took care to procure an insurance ticket, and that tended to delay me." A. "You are wrong. Your journey, you tell me, is one of much importance; if so, it is right you should enter on it. The possibility of disaster must not deter us in the path of duty; and, as you had worldly wisdom enough to take an insurance ticket in case of accident, so let me entreat you to become a participator in that covenant of grace, the only sure and safe protection against all the ills to which we are liable in this life, and which will ensure us a safe arrival at that eternal and glorious city which has no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of God will lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof." B. "Well, sir, delays are dangerous, and I trust your kind words of warning will not be lost on me.” A. "Delays are indeed dangerous. O my friend, if you knew fully the value of your immortal soul; if you realised the price that has been paid for its redemption; if you knew what it was to incur the just anger of an offended God, against whom you have sinned, and are daily sinning; if you knew the blessedness of him whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered; if you reflected on the happiness of heaven and the terrors of hell, on the exceeding sinfulness of sin and the beauty of holiness, you would not be contented merely to be just in time; but would at once strive to be prepared for that journey through the valley of the shadow of death which, if you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, will lead to the heavenly Jerusalem. and to an eternity of bliss. May His everlasting arms be around you at that time!" As I concluded we arrived at the bustling metropolis. My young friend took my hand and pressed it, saying: "Your conversation and affectionate appeals have, I trust, come just in time; pray for me, that my weak faith may be strengthened, and that Jesus may be to me all in all." Oh that my people to her weal gave heed! For tears like these are sorest woes portending, Thy Saviour weeps, O tears of keenest smart! Thy Saviour weeps! Thy Saviour weeps! If up yon height I go, Thy Saviour weeps! When from the clouds the dew Straight the wide field in glowing verdure new Springs forth replenished with the tears of heaven; 1 This and the following poem are translations from the German of Karl Gerok. Thy Saviour weeps! Hear it, poor blinded heart; Still hasting on, hasting till Death arrest thee? Thy Saviour weeps! Sad spirit, hear it well, Lift up thine eyes from out thy tearful dwelling; Sees all thy grief, and all thy tears is telling. Thy Saviour weeps! O tears with comfort rife, And bitter bread of tears, He condescended. Thy Saviour weeps! Oh precious pearly blood! The Mount of Prayer. N Luke vi. 12. ow the day's work all is done, Now His spirit soars above, He will cleanse His heart from sorrow, A. P. Earthly need and sinner's smart Daily hath He taught the word, Who may know the converse deep, Now beneath night's quiet shade Rests the world in slumber laid, Of its day the joy and ruing. Sleep, oh world, in night's dull haze, Forth in night's concealing hour Comes the evil one in power; With soft murderous step is creeping, Round the homes where men are sleeping; Wicked foe, foiled are thy ways, Jesus watches, Jesus prays! Watches with the watching one, By the camp, in chamber lone; Now indeed His course is run, A. P. What Little Mary wanted in Dying. HERE was great sorrow in John Hartley's home, for illness had crept in, no one knew how, and laid its hand on the eldest girl. Little Mary, they always called her, though she was twelve years old. Perhaps it was because her brothers were all older, and growing up to be tall men; or perhaps because little is such an endearing word, when spoken of those we love, and Mary was dear to every one in the home. You would not wonder at that if you could have seen how loving she was to everybody, and how useful; how she waited on her father, and helped her mother, and sang to her brothers the sweet sacred songs she learned at the Sunday-school. Dear little Mary! But she was ill now. Her father missed the trim little figure that used to spring across the doorstep at night to meet him, with a bright word of welcome. Her mother went about the house with feet that seemed turned to lead, doing her own work and Mary's too, and grudging every moment that was spent out of the little room where her child lay. Mary was very patient. She had learned about Jesus at the Sunday-school, and her young heart had welcomed the teaching, and opened its door to let the Saviour in; and it was because His love had been shed abroad there, that her little light had shone so brightly in the home. Day after day passed by in an ebb and flow of the intermittent fever that had fastened upon her; but most surely, as the days went on, all save herself saw that she grew weaker and weaker, and at length the doctor confirmed the mother's anxious fears, and told her that nothing could save her child, and that the end was near. Poor mother! what could she have done in that moment of untold anguish, if she, too, had not known and believed the love God had to her? It needed all His strength and succour to enable her to go back to the sick room prepared |