"Should all the forms that men devise, And bind the gospel to my heart." I have done. For the consideration of my young brethren now before me, I have made such remarks as I deem of vast importance to them as individuals and members of society. If what I have said shall induce any before me to strive to become wiser and better, I shall be amply rewarded for my labors at this time. May the choicest of Heaven's blessings rest upon you all. May our lives be peaceful and happy, our deaths calm and triumphant, and our names and virtues be cherished by thousands who shall rise up and call us blessed. Amen. MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. Home. [Substance of a Sermon.] To the weary pilgrim in the journey of life, there is, perhaps, no word which sounds so sweet, which falls so like angelic melody upon the ear, and which causes such thrilling sensations to pervade the bosom, as the short syllable, Home. It awakens the fondest recollections, and revives the most hallowed and endearing associations. Go where we may be our situation in life prosperous or adverse-though we may flee to the land of strangers, and there be greeted by all the charms of friendship and social intercourse - be surrounded by lovers, companions, and friends, and enjoy all the bessings which tend to render life desirable, still, the thought or mention of home, will be life anew to the soul. What emotions fill the throbbing heart of the weary wanderer, as he returns home, and again looks upon the countenances of those he loves, and hears the emphatic welcome pronounced by every lip. What music to his soul! He feels that "there is no place like home.” Ask the poor exile on a foreign shore, what visions flit across his bosom, and enchain his fancy, and cause the deepdrawn sigh, as he gazes silently and lonely on the midnight moon, and he will tell you in the fullness of his heart, they are the visions of his once happy home. He can never out-travel never forget the delights of his early home. Though ambition leads him far away, or fortune tempts him into the world of business, he will often pause, even when success has gratified his wishes, and linger whole hours over the memory of bygone days. He will delight in every bush, and flowery landscape, and singing bird that resembles those he saw and loved in early youth. It is at home that the bright flowers of friendship bloom in perennial beauty. It is there that we can flee for protection, when the thunders are heard, and the roar of distant winds bespeak the coming tempest. There, if anywhere, we look for safety and repose; we anticipate the faithful expression of love, of kindred sympathies and affections; and there, if anywhere, the toil-worn and sorrow-stricken spirit finds rest and comfort. Home is a place of confidence, security and love. There we fear no evil. There the shafts of slander will fall harmless at our feet; and there the thorny bed of sorrow may be cheered by a fa ther's affectionate, and a mother's tender love. Surely, if happiness is to be found in the wide world—if man is destined to enjoyment in any spot this side the tomb, it should be at home. I know not what others may feel, but, to me, there is music in the word. I love to look back and reflect upon the pleasing scenes - the sunny days of childhood. I love to think of those halcyon moments spent beneath the smiles of parental love. And though these scenes of bliss have gone, and gone forever though the father that then watched over and protected me, is now reposing in the silent slumbers of death-though I have entered, as it were, upon a new existence formed new connexions of new and valued friends, - still home is dear to my heart. and shared in the love The sacred writer utters a beautiful thought when he says, "Man goeth to his long home." The truth of the gospel justifies such language. It tells us that beyond the confines of time, and the troubles of earth, there awaits us a glorious, an immortal home! That though earthly homes will cease to exist, and earthly friends must die, yet that God hath prepared a better, an abiding home for the pilgrims of earth, where friends. will meet never to be separated, and where love divine will be the theme of all, through a long, happy eternity. "Man goeth to his long home." Sweet expression! We have a home on high, "a house not made with hands, eternal in the |