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ere long have done with these sufferings and trials of a wilderness state, have exchanged "the light affliction" for the “exceeding great and eternal weight of glory," and be introduced to the "spirits of just men made perfect.” Our departed friends have already reached their home, their Father's house, and are now engaged in the fervent songs of praise and the sweet Hallelujahs of vietorious saints. “They rest not day nor night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come!" They are all devotion, and there are no deviations from the path of duty. No weariness in the service of God prevails there. But the glory of God, and of the Lamb, eternally engages the affections of all the inhabitants. Here the voice of individual praise is weak and feeble; but there how will our hearts swell with adoration and delight, when, whilst we are praising Him with all our strength, He shall be receiving from millions of Beings, and millions of Worlds, the same incense! We shall all join together and sing with such ardency, such fervency, as shall cause Heaven to ring with our praises : and our voices to resound “as the voice of many waters, the voice of a great thunder, and as the voice of harpers harping with their harps.” Well might the Christian sing

“I long to be there,
And its glories to share."

Because their sorrows are turned into the purest joys; all tears are wiped from their eyes ; and they are in full possession of delights.that are substantial and will be everlasting. The Christian knows that here our pleasures are abated by the limitation of society ; but there the society will be abundantly large, consisting of "a great multitude which no man can number," and they shall be “all of one heart, and of one soul.” “ They shall stand before the throne and the Lamb!" Yes, they shall have the divine glory and excellency set in their immediate full viewthey shall dwell in God's immediate, glorious presence, and “shall see,” not as the saints here “as through a glass darkly," having only now and then a faint glimpse of His excellency. No! " they shall see face to face ;"_"their eyes shall behold the King in his beauty ;"—they shall behold the “Sun of Righteousness," and look full upon Him when shining in all the “brightness of His Father's image," and shall be made happy as each individual capacity will admit.

Io conclude. Seeing with the apostle, “ That the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory of these future realities," let the consideration of being made a happy partaker of them, animate you in your spiritual warfare, reconcile you to the inconveniences of this wilderness state, and excite to a daily expectation of the great and final change, when you shall be permitted to share in the same happiness, enjoy the sight of the same God, and celebrate the praises of the same Redeemer, for ever and ever! Amen.

" A life in heaven; oh, what is this?

The sum of all that faith believed ;
Fulness of joy and depths of bliss,

Unseen, unfathomed, unconceived." i Leeds.

WM. CUNNINGHAM.

THE OLDEST TREE IN THE WORLD Is a cypress, and is situated in Europe. It is certainly the oldest tree of which there is any authentic record : it stands in Soma or Somma, in Lombardy, and is generally supposed to have been planted in the year of the birth of Jesus Christ, and on this account is treated with great reverence by the inhabitants of the place.

: “WANTED MORE MISSIONARIES." May He, whose is the silver and the gold, put it into the hearts of His people to give freely. “An old friend" lately gave to the Church Missionary Society ten thousand pounds, expressly to encourage the Committee to send out more Missionaries. Do our young readers ever pray that the way may be opened for sending Missionaries both at home and abroad?

THE CHILD AND THE INFIDEL One bright Sabbath morning, a little girl, neatly clad, was passing through the green fields; but she did not stop, as she usually did, to chase the gay butterflies, that were flitting from flower to flower, or to peep into the bird's nests that she knew were concealed among the bushes, and shaded from the sun by the cool leaves. Neither did she stop to watch the fantastic evolutions of the little fish that were gliding along in the brook. But she looked at the butter-cups and daisies that were nodding in the breeze, and she gathered a few violets that were modestly peeping out from their green bed all glistening with the dew. And as she glanced over the emerald fields all gemmed with white and golden flowers, and saw the waving trees, and inhaled the sweet odour of the clover blossoms, and listened to the song of the birds, and looked up at the blue sky and bright sunshine, her heart was lifted up to the good Father, who had made all things so beautiful ; and she thought, if this world was so fair, how glorious heaven must be where God and the angels dwell. As she came to a shady spot, where the branches of the willows drooped to kiss the rivulet, she sat down to rest, and taking a book from her little basket, which she carried in her hand, she commenced reading aloud. Her voice was very soft and sweet, and at first clear and distinct ; but as she continued reading, the tears gleamed in her blue eyes, and her tones became tremulous with emotion.

“Why do you weep, pretty child ?” said a voice beside her.

She looked up, and beheld a young man standing near, who, upperceived by her, had been listening while she read. “Because I do not love Him better who died for me," replied the child, lifting her blue eyes gleaming with tears to his face. “O, sir, I am a great sinner, because I don't love Jesus better than every thing in the world."

“You have never seen Jesus, how could you love Him better than your parents, who take care of you, and your ' brothers and sisters—if you have any–who love you and play with you every day ? "

“O, sir, that's it; sometimes I am afraid that I love them better than the Saviour, and that makes me cry; because I ought to love Him better than all of them.”

“ But you have never seeu Him"

“No, I have never seen Him; but I am going to see Him. I am going to live with Him forever."

“How do you know that ?

“ Because I am sorry for my sins, and I love the Saviour, and all that repent and love the Saviour are going to Him when they die to live with Him in heaven for ever.”

“ Where is heaven ?“It is away up there in the blue sky where Jesus and the angels live."

“ What kind of a place is heaven ?“O, it is a very beautiful place, and a very happy place."

"Is it pleasanter than this world ?" inquired the young man, glancing around at the beautiful scenery.

“O) yes, a great deal pleasanter! I was just wondering a little while ago, as I was crossing the meadow, how it could be pleasanter in heaven than it was on earth; but while I was wondering, I felt the sun scorching me, and I saw an ugly snake in the grass, and then I did not wonder any more.

“So they don't have any scorching sun or snakes in heaven ?" said the young man, smiling.

“No, there is no sun there, for God makes it light, there is nothing there that can hurt any one-no death, or pain, or sickness, or sorrow."

"Then that is what makes heaven more beautiful than earth, isn't it?"

“No, that makes it pleasanter; but it is more beautiful too, because, don't you know the Bible says, 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him;” so it must be glorious, for our eyes see very beautiful things, and our ears hear sweet music sometimes. Just listen now, how sweetly the birds are singing, but the angels sing a great deal sweeter."

“ But how do you know the Bible is true ?”
“ Because it is God's book.”
“But how do you know there is a God ?”

“ Because there is a world, and people in it, and everything beautiful: and besides, God tells me so, Himself."

“ How does He tell you, does He whisper in your ear?

“No ; he tells me right here," replied the child, laying her hand upon her breast.

For some moments the young man remained silent, apparently lost in deep thought, when rousing up suddenly, he said, “What is your name, my little mopitress ? *

“ Angela, sir.”

“ Angel — that is an appropriate name- and if there be angels on earth, why not in heaven," murmured the young man. “Well, my pretty angel, where do you live ? you are not a fairy are you, making your home amid the bowers ?”

“I live yonder, over the hill," replied the child, pointing in the direction of her father's cottage.

"And have you come all this way to read your Bible in this pleasant spot ?”

“O no, sir; I am going to church and to Sabbath school, and I stop here to rest, and I thought I would read a little in my Bible about the Saviour. I love to read about the Saviour, but it makes me cry when I read how cruelly He was treated.”

“0, could I but have that child's faith I would give the whole world,” exclaimed the young man vehemently. “ Can it be? is there a God ?”

“Don't you believe there is a God, sir ?" inquired the child, approaching him, and looking earnestly at him.

He turned and walked rapidly away. But he did not spend the day roaming over the hills with his gun, as he designed doing, but passed the greater portion of it in the sanctuary. Through the words of that little child. God had sent an arrow of conviction to his soul, and he found no rest till he had bowed at the foot of the cross, and sought and found forgiveness through a crucified Redeemer.- Erangelist.

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