and the tide rise together, that I may go out!' By this time the sun and the tide were just rising together; the first streaks of the one, fell on the first swell of the other. He was then laid on his own little bed close to the open window. The water became each moment shallower. He looked intently forward at the now nearing shore, murmured some words which I could not catch, though they were heard by the waiting band of shining ones,' His eyes were singling out from the brilliant throng the Chief among ten thousand, and the altogether lovely.' The inspiration grew fainter and fainter, and fainter still, until, without a sigh, with the last gentle breath, he went out, and awoke up in the bosom of the Lord! 'He is gone!' said my friend. I looked incredulously at the still open eyes, but we could not follow him further, however. Our voices went up after him, in the shining track, to the realms of life, and light, and joy; praising and blessing God! No teardrop bedimmed our longing eyes; no sob, no sigh mingled with the music of the harpers, harping with their harps !' The hearing of a sigh, the falling of a tear, had ill assisted the deep harmonies which had ravished the enraptured ear of my ransomed one. His Redeemer, with that melodious voice, as the sound of many waters,' had poured into the depths of his spirit the glad welcome,' Come, thou blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for thee, from the foundation of the world!'-' And I looked, and lo, a Lamb stood on the Mount Sion, and with him an hundred and forty and four thousand, having his Father's name written in their foreheads.'' These are they which follow the Lamb, whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first fruits unto God and to the Lamb. And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God.'" Happy, happy mother, and thrice happy little one! We sorrow not as those without hope; but rather hope as those without sorrow. Thanks be to God who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ! Erratum. We regret that through a typographical error, the date of little Albert's birth was incorrectly given at page 232. As the narrative shews, it should have been 1839, instead of 1829. POETRY. A CHRISTIAN SLAVE. (By J. G. Whittier.) "A Christian-going-gone!” Who bids for God's own image? for His grace, Saviour! Can such things be? Hast Thou not said, that whatsoe'er is done In that sad victim, then, Child of thy pitying love, I see Thee stand, A Christian up for sale! Wet with her blood your whips, o'ertask her frame, A heathen land might deal Back on your heads the gather'd wrong of years; Ye neither heed nor feel. Con well thy lesson o'er, Thou prudent teacher; tell the toiling slave But wisely shut the ray Of God's free gospel from the simple heart, One stern command - Obey. In a recent work is a description of a slave auction at New Orleans, at which the auctioneer recommends the woman on the stand as a good Christian! So shalt thou deftly raise The market-price of human flesh and while Grave reverend men shall tell From northern pulpits how Thy work was blest, Oh shame! The Moslem thrall, Cheers for the turban'd Bey Of robber-peopled Tunis! he hath torn But our poor slave in vain Turns to the Christian shrine his aching eyes- And rivet on his chain. God of all right! how long Shall priestly robbers at thine altar stand, Oh! from the fields of cane, From the low rice-swamps, from the trader's cell, Hoarse, horrible, and strong, -Hogg's Weekly Instructor. CHRISTIAN MOURNERS COMFORTED. Children of the realm of light, Wandering through life's stormy night, Captive! in the dungeon low, Wanderer! on the billowy foam, On the troubled breakers shine. Mourner lift thine aching head, Sufferer! on thy couch of woe, Sound to thee like parting knell, Though thy willing feet no more, Tread the paths so loved before. What though night's all-covering wing, |