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at sea, when a visitor said to him, " What if one of the lights should chance to go out?” “Never! impossible !" with a sort of consternation at the bare hypothesis.

“Sir,” said he, pointing to the ocean, “ sonder, where nothing can be seen, there are ships going by to every part of the world. If to-night one of my burners were out, within six months would come a letter-perhaps from India -perhaps from some place I never heard of-saying, that such a night, at such an hour, the light of Calais burned dim; the watchman neglected his post, and vessels were is danger. Ah, Sir! sometimes on the dark nights, in the stormy weather, I look out to sea, and I feel as if the eye of the whole world were looking at my light? Go out? barn dim? no, dever!" Ministers are Watchmen :-how important that they should keep their lamps always burning!

FRUITFUL CAUSE OF INSANITY. A distinguished merchant, who for twenty years did a vast amount of business, remarked to Dr. Edwards, “ Had it not been for the Sabbath, I have no doubt I should have been a maniac long ago." This was mentioned in a company of merchants, when one remarked, " That is the case exactly with Mr. — . He was one of our greatest Importers. He used to say that the Sabbath was the best day in the week on which to plan voyages ; showing that he allowed his mind no Sabbath. He has been in the Lunatic Asylum for years, and will probably die there." Many men are there, or in the maniac's grave, because they had no Sabbath. They broke a law of nature, and of Nature's God, and found "the way of transgressors to be hard.” Such cases are so numerous, that a celebrated British writer remarks, “I never knew a man work seven days in a week who did not kill himself.”

Ye shall keep my Sabbaths, and reverence my sanc tuary: I am the Lord.---Lev, xix. 30.

Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.- Exodus xx. 8.

Keep the Sabbath day to sanetify it, as the Lord thy God hath commanded thee.-Deut. v. 12.

Six days shall work be done : but the seventh day is the Sabbath of rest, an holy convocation ; ye shall do no work therein : it is the Sabbath of the Lord in all your dwellings.-Lev. xxii. 3.

It is lawful to do well on the Sabbath days.Matt. xii. 12.

The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.- Mark ïi. 27.

This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.-Ps. cxviii. 24.

My Sabbaths they greatly polluted: then I said, I would pour out my fury upon them.- Ezek. xx. 13.

TRUE GREATNESS.
"Tis written in that sacred page,
Which guides our childhood, youth, and age ;
And slieds its lustre on the gloom,
That wraps the silence of the tomb;
"The warrior who has stormed a town,
Has richly purchased his renown;
But he's a greater hero still,
Who conquers his own stubborn will ?”

Dr. FUIE.

THE CHURCH AND THE TAVERN. In the year 1793, when Louis XVI. was beheaded, and the French Revolution was in full blast, I was a thorough going radical. With seventeen more of our club, I was marched, under a guard of the king's officers, and lodged in Edinburgh jail. After a summary hearing, I got liberty to banish myself, and accordingly took passage in the good ship Providence, and landed at New York in 1794. I was then in my twenty-second year. When the ship cast off from the wharf, in Scotland, and swung round with the breeze, my father stood upon the shore. He waved a last adieu, and exclaimed, “Remember the Sabbath-day." I arrived at New York on a Saturday, and the next day being the Sabbath, at nine o'clock, a.m. three young men of our company called at my lodgings.

“Where are you going to day?" they inquired. “ To church," I replied.

“We have been ten weeks at sea; our health requires exercise. Let us walk out to-day, and go to church next Sabbath,” they replied.

Said I, “ You can go where you please, but I'll go to church ; the last words from my father were ' Remember the Sabbath-day ;' and, had I no respect for the fourth commandment, I have not forgotten his last advice."

"They went to the fields, I went to church; they spent forty or fifty cents in the tavern-I put a one penny bili in the plate at the morning, afternoon, and night servicetotal, threepence. They continued going into the country, and in process of time the landlady's daughter, and the landlady's niece would join their company. Then each couple hired a gig, at two dollars a-day, wine, cake, and ice cream on the road, fifty cents each, dined at Jamaica, one dollar each. They got home at eight o'clock, pn, half tipsy, and, having been caught in a thunder shower, their coats, hats, and mantles were damaged fifty per cent They rose the next morning at nine o'clock a.m., with sore heads, sore hearts, muddy boots, and an angry comscience, besides twelve dollars (£2 10s.) lighter than when they started. I went to church, at five o'clock, a.m.; head sound, heart light; rose, bones refreshed, conscience quiet, and commenced the labours of the week in peace and plenty. They were all mechanics ; some of them could earn twelve dollars a-week. My business, that of a wrought nail maker, was poor, the cut-nail machines had just got into operation, which cut down my wages to a shaving. With close application I could only earn fire dollars and fifty cents (£1 3s.) per week. Never mindat the end of the year, my Sabbath-riding shopmates had fine coats and hats, powdered heads and ruffled shirts : but I had 100 hard dollars (upwards of £20) piled in the corner of my chest. Having lived fast, they died early Nearly forty winters are past, and forty summers, ended since the last was laid in the Potter's, or some other field: while I, having received froin my Maker a good constita

tion (and common sense to take care of it), am as sound in mind, body, and spirit, as I was on this day fifty-six years ago, when first I set my foot on shore at Governour's Wharf, New York. Besides, it's a fact (for which my family can vouch), I have been only one day confined to the house by sickness during that period.

Now, I dare say you think with me, that the church on the Sabbath is better than the tavern for the labouring man.- Grant Thorburn.

A GOOD THOUGHT. John Howard having settled his accounts at the close li of a particular year, and found a balance in his favour,

proposed to his wife to make use of it in a journey to London, or in any other amusement she chose. "What a pretty cottage for a poor family it would build !” was her answer. This point met with his cordial approbation, and the money was laid out accordingly.

LOST AND FOUND. Some years ago, a boy was sent one winter day, when the murky clouds threatened an early storm, with a message to his father, a shepherd on the Cheviots. Soon after he left home, the snow began to fall. Blinded by it, he missed his way, wandered across a moor, and never reached the place he had been sent to. His dead body was found several miles from home on the melting of the snow, three weeks afterwards.

Another boy was once sent an errand, on a winter night, to a place of some distance; and, when on his way, was

overtaken by a snow-storm. He was so bewildered by it, i that he could not find the place he wished to reach, though

he sought long and earnestly for it. At last, knowing that he was in great danger, he cried out as loud as he could, “Lost - lost-lost!” His cry was heard by a gentleman in a house not far off. He sought for him, found him, and thus saved him from death.

What a solemn thing it is to be brought to the very verge of death, and yet to escape death! What a terrible thing it is to perish with the full knowledge that a place of safety is within sight, and almost within reach !

THE SABBATH MORN,
Who would not greet the Sabbath morn,

The season of celestial joy;
Who would not hail the blest return

Of holy pleasure and employ.
Peaceful and dear and solemn hour ;

Period of calm and heavenly rest; All nature owns thy sacred power,

And calls on mortals to be blest. The sunbeam sleeps upon the hill,

And silent is the scene around; Save the soft flow of yonder rill,

Or forest warbler's mellow sound. The peaceful strains that fill the grove,

Now with increasing sweetness flow,
In notes of harmony and love,

Like paradise renew'd below.
now more pure the dew drop seems,

And lovelier is the flow'ret's bloom,
And brighter are the morning's beams,

And richer is its sweet perfame. Season of deep and holy thought ;

Hour of divine, serene repose ; Be earth's low pleasures all forgot

In joys the worldling never knows. And now the distant solemn chime,

In soften'd cadence strikes the ear; Calling to thought and hope sublime,

Far above earth's low changing sphere. While Contemplation, pure as light,

Wings the rapt soul to realms of day, Fills it with holy calm delight,

And sheds Devotion's purest ray.

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