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attain ; and in the meanwhile the smallest advances to it are of more worth than crowns and sceptres.
THIS IS LIFE, If we die to-day, the sun will shine as brightly, and the birds sing as sweetly to-morrow. Business will not be suspended a moment, and the great mass will not bestow a thought upon our memories. Is he dead? will be the solemn inquiry of a few, as they pass to their work. But no one will miss us except our immediate connections, and in a short time they will forget us, and laugh as merrily as when we sat beside them. Thus shall we all, now active in life, pass away. Our children crowd close behind us, and they will soon be gone. In a few years pot a living being can say, “I remember him!” We lived in another age, and did business with those who slumber in the tomb. This is life. How rapidly it passes !
POWER OF FAITH IN AN AFRICAN. I called upon a communicant, who has for some time been unable to attend the public means of grace. I was much ! pleased to see him very cheerful, and rejoicing in his suffer-, ings. When I asked him what it was that made him so re joice, he said, “ Because I see, in the Old and New Testament, that all those whom God loved, and who served him, had to suffer. Many come to me, and some in a very sly way, advising me to use some country-fashion, which soon would release me from my trouble, but I told them, . Here is my Bible, which tells me that it is the will of God that I should suffer, and, therefore, I will have nothing to do with your ! country-fashions.' "- Ehemann.
A BEAUTIFUL ILLUSTRATION. We have never met with a more instructive example of the secret influences of Divine truth upon the heart of a child, than the following, which is related of Mary Lundie Duncan.
When in her fourth year, her little brother struck her in i a fit of anger; she instantly turned the other cheek, and said mildly, “There, Corie." The uplifted hand was dropped ; and when the chid was asked who taught her to
do that, she replied, that she heard papa read it one morning out of the Bible at prayer time.
PRAISE. But what wonder is it that the Lord loses the revenue of his praises at the hands of the common, ungodly world, when even his own people fall so far behind it as usually they do? The dead cannot praise him; but that they who are quickened by his Spirit, should yet be so surprised with deadness and dulness as to this exercise of exalting God, this is very strange.
That soul is most noble, which singly and fixedly aims at exalting God, and seeks to have this stamp on all it speaks and does, and desires, All to the greater glory of my God. -Leighton.
SLANDER WITHOUT WORDS. There may be calumny in an expression of the countenance ; in a hint or inuendo ; in an altered course of conduct; in not doing what you have been wont to do, staying away from a neighbour's house, or withholding some accustomed civility. You may both give pain to the heart of your brother and awaken strong prejudice against him, by a lofty air, a nod of the head, a turning out of the way, a glance of the eye, a shrug, a smile, or a frown.
WHY STAND ALOOF ? : Why should good men stand aloof from so good a cause ?
Temperance makes no Atheists or Infidels, breaks up no Christian assemblies, invades not domestic peace, disrobes no minister, interferes not at the family altar, infuses no pestilential air into the moral atmosphere ; it goes through the world destroying curses and scattering blessings. And why should any friend of religion stand aloof?--A. Barnes.
THE COMFORTS OF BENEVOLENCE. When Cato was drawing near the close of his life, he declared to bis friends that the greatest comfort of his old age, and that which gave him the highest satisfaction, was the pleasing remembrance of the benefits and friendly offices he
had done to others. To see them easy and happy by his means made him truly so.
THE DRUNKARD'S HOME.
The scenes of misery there?
Save those compellid to share ?
Whence every comfort 's fled ;
And every hope is dead !
Than ever convict's cell,
For guilty ones to dwell;
For there all sufferings cease,
And sleep the sleep of peace.
That desert of the soul,
Where streams of comfort roll;
All bliss is prostrate laid,
WHO CHOOSES THE ROD. Remember, my friends, you and I are not to choose our own rods; no, God chooses them for us, and chooses that rod which is most suitable.
THE CROWN. To win a soul is your noblest prize, and the greater number you win, the greater and richer will be that “crown of rejoicing," which you will wear in the day of the Lord.
A FACT VERSIFIED. It was about the evening hour,
An evening mild and blest, When wearied out with mirth and noise, Around a grave three little boys
Had set them down to rest.
Some feeling hearts had wept,
A little maiden slept.
With something of a sigh, “ Where people go when they are dead : • To heaven,' little Ellen said ;
She seem'd to long to die.
It seems a dreadful thing
Nor hear the throstle sing."
Had caused his heart to weep;
He sobb’d himself to sleep.
His playmates watch'd awhile ;
And once they saw him smile. And when they gazed into his face,
Impatient with delay, He neither spake, nor breathed nor stirr'd, For with that plaintive sigh they heard
His spirit passed away.
TARTAR VILLAGES. The Tartars, unlike most other people, generally prefer the steep side of a hill for the site of their villages, rather than those level situations vulgarly known as “ eligible building lots.” By excavating a space out of the hill, in proportion to the accommodation required, the architect is saved the trouble of building a back wall, while he simply fills up with mud the angles at the sides. The roof, which thus, as it were, projects out of the hill, is perfectly flat, and covered with mould. It extends beyond the front walls,' and, supported by posts, forms, a sort of verandah. Thus, when the traveller passes below one of these cottages, the roof is not visible at all, while, if he be above them, they would have the effect of diminutive drying-grounds for grain or coffee, were it not for the smoke that issues from the conical mud chimneys. These serve not only as apertures for the smoke, but also as means of verbal communication with the interior of the houses. On a dark night an equestrian might easily mistake his way, and, riding straight over one of these roofs, make his appearance at the front door in a manner too abrupt to be altogether consistent with good breeding.
"NUGGET." This word has been claimed for Perthshire, as well known there. “It is twenty years," says a Perthshire man, “since I received a culloch of cheese and a nugget of paisy from my grandmother ; i. e. a small piece of cheese and a large piece of pea-bread.”
DIFFICULTIES ATTENDING THE TRANSFER OF LABOUR
IN RUSSIA. It is startling to learn that in some parts of this vast! empire, containing a population of fifty millions, commercial prosperity is checked for want of labour; yet such is really the case, particularly in the vicinity of the sea-coast. Excellent wages, comparatively, may be earned in these districts, but the thousands, half starving in the interior,