Darkly, as in a glass, Like a vain shadow they pass; Their ways they wend And tend to an end, The goal of life, alas! Alas? and wherefore so ? Back must to their dust Before the soul can grow. Expand, my willing mind, HEAVENWARD. REV. A. C. CoXE. So, in our simple creed, We drop this frail mortality we wear, And-laud to Him who for our sakes did bleed, And on his cross our bitter griefs did bear— We know our ransomed nature certain heir Of deathless being from its dying seed. They who nurse hopes live every day an age, But O, our souls take no account of time, Our spirits are like song birds, nursed to light That, by a heavenly instinct, stretch their flight In genial warmth, their golden plumage wear, And dream the music we were made to share, THE PIOUS DEAD. KRUMMACHER. THE images of the pious dead continue to live in the hearts of their loving friends, like the image of the sun, which, reflecting itself in the waters, attracts them, at the same time, magnetically into its sphere; and sorrow is transfigured in the ravishing prospect," They went before us; we are following after." Yes, whatever the earth has borne or bears of what is truly great and glorious, though it may disappear from the corruptible eye, is nevertheless not lost to the children of God. It awaits us in the treasuries of heaven, in order to beam upon us there in superior splendor. patient, my friends; time rolls rapidly away; our longing has its end. The hour will strike, who knows how soon? when the maternal lap of everlasting Love shall be opened to us; and the full peace of God breathe around us from the palmy summits of Eden. Be 116 RECOGNITION OF THE SAINTS IN HEAVEN. RECOGNITION OF THE SAINTS IN HEAVEN. DR. JOHN DICK. IT has been asked whether, in this blessed abode, the saints will know one another. One should think that the question was unnecessary, as the answer naturally presents itself to every man's mind; and it could only have occurred to some dreaming theologian, who, in his airy speculations, has soared far beyond the sphere of reason and common sense. Who can doubt whether the saints will know one another? What reason can be given why they should not? Would it be any part of their perfection to have all their former ideas obliterated, and to meet as strangers in another world? Would it give us a more favorable notion of the assembly in heaven, to suppose it to consist of a multitude of unknown individuals, who never hold communication with each other, or, by some inexplicable restraint, are prevented, amidst an intimate intercourse, from mutual discoveries? Or have they forgotten what they themselves were, so that they cannot reveal it to their associates? What would be gained by this ignorance no man can tell; but we can tell what would be lost by it. They would lose all the happiness of meeting again, on the peaceful shore, those from whom they were separated by the storms of life, of seeing, among the trophies of divine grace, many of whom they had despaired, and for |