THE EVENING SACRIFICE.

Calm is the hallowed hour!

And calm the sacred joy our spirits know,
When we approach to that Eternal Power,
Before whose footstool thus we love to bow.

Lowly we bend the knee

Before that God whose arms the world uphold,
His worship sacred, and his service free,
His mercy boundless, and his love untold.

Then earth, how vain thy toys!

How short and momentary all thy bliss!
How frail, how transient, all thy boasted joys!
How sad thy happiest hours compared with this!

Saviour of sinners, hear!

Beam on our souls with thy divinest light;
Implant within our hearts thy holy fear,

And guide our loitering, wandering, footsteps right.

CONTENTS.

Account of a poor doornich, or Russian porter

Address to those who have resigned themselves to God

Anecdote

25

188

174

Anecdote of a soldier

Anecdote of Dr. Johnson

78

203

Broken finger-post

Confession of guilt and helplessness

" Is it I ?"

Letter to the Editor

Anecdote of the observance of the Sabbath

Awful visitation

"Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good"

Blessed effects of the Gospel

Blessings of a National Establishment

Christian's hope

Confidence in God

Daily texts

Death of a Christian soldier

Devotedness

Doers of the word

Ecclesiastes xi. 1.

Empty pews

Encouragement to tract distributors

Extracts

Extracts from the life of Mrs. Harriet Winslow
Extract of a letter from Mr. Simeon to Mr. East
Fervency in prayer

Good books

Heart in ruins

Hebrews xiii. 16.

Hints for Christians

Intemperance in London "I shan't miss it"

"I should not be missed"

"It shall be paid him again"

Lady Powerscourt to a friend who had lost her husband

Letter of the Rev. Henry Venn

Letter on Sabbath travelling*

Life and death of a nursery-maid

Life viewed from the borders of the grave

93

110

108

45

29

168

194

154

150

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