springing up into everlasting life.' The seed of God's word will remain in you, and you cannot sin because you are born of God.' Having purified your hearts in obeying the truth,' your great concern will be, to think, and feel, and act, as the children of God. "With conversion, as in the first age of the Gospel, connect an open profession of the faith of Christ. Unite yourself with some church which you believe to be in accordance with the will of God. This will tend to invigorate your faith, to separate you in spirit from the world, to develop all the elements of the spiritual life, to augment your sphere of usefulness, and to secure to you the great benefits of pastoral superintendence, and brotherly fellowship and counsel. "I would have you valiant for the truth of God. This noble spirit, acquired in early life, will prepare you for future honour and usefulness in the Christian church. There is a fine field before you, if you have but grace given you to enter upon it, and to cultivate it. May this humble effort to do you good be attended with special tokens of the Divine favour! Mine will be the happiness, and yours the benefit, if God should smile upon this humble endeavour to promote the best interests of the young men of this great metropolis." Young Men! while these Discourses, or Lectures, have been specially prepared for you, and while to you we emphatically recommend them, they are discourses which your elder brothers, fathers, and men of all classes and conditions, may ponder with the utmost advantage. The Fragment Basket. PIETY IN WOMEN. Piety is lovely, wherever found, in youth or age, in man or woman. But in the latter it hath twofold power. Naturally amiable, she becomes doubly so under the hallowed influence of the grace of God. It lends a charm-strong, winning, irresistible. Yes, blend the two, each lovely in itself,-piety and female excellence, and you have the loveliest object on earth. See her in her family, with her partner and little ones, teaching the latter to lisp the Saviour's name. Then follow her as she retires with them, hand in hand, to the closet, and in the fulness of her soul breathes the prayer which none but a mother's heart can feel and form. See her in the Sabbath-school; see her visiting the poor on errands of mercy; at the sick bed, softening the sick pillow, and soothing the fevered brow. Then turn ye, and catch a glimpse of her fragile form, moving with a confiding trust in her earthly, but most of all in her heavenly love, across the dark billows, with her calm eye turned toward the land of darkness, her heart panting to fill the ear of the untaught Pagan with the accents of Jesus, and tell us if religion ever appears so attractive as in woman. FAMILY PRAYER. In binding a family together in peace and love, there is no human influence like that of domestic prayer. Raising their hearts to heaven, it brings them all together in the presence of God. The family altar, to which they repair from the cares and toils of life, reminding them of the rest reserved in heaven, unites them in the efforts of faith and obedience for its attainment. Earth has no holier spot than a house thus sanctified by prayer; where the voice of supplication and thanksgiving consecrates every day; where the word of God is devoutly read, and all unite to show forth all his praises. It may be humble, but it is holy, and therefore heavenly. Poverty may be there, and sorrow; but its inmates are rich in faith, and joyous in the Holy Ghost. Sickness and death may enter it, but they will be as angels of peace and mercy; and the spirits whom they relieve from the imprisonment of flesh will be united, free and happy, to worship for ever, as earth did not permit them, a family in heaven. CHRIST'S LOVE. It is a peculiar kind of expression where the Apostle prays that they might "know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge." We may know that experimentally which we cannot know comprehensively; we may know that in its power and effects which we cannot comprehend in its nature and depths. A weary person may receive refreshment from a spring, who cannot fathom the depth of the ocean from whence it proceeds. LITTLE HELPS IN DOING GOOD. "I see in the world," said a good man, "two heaps of human happiness and misery; now, if I can take but the smallest bit from one heap, and add to the other, I carry a point. If, as I go home, a child has dropped a halfpenny, and if by giving it another I can wipe away its_tears, I feel I have done something. I should be glad to do greater things, but I will not neglect this." Poetry. SLAVERY. FROM Western India's fertile soil, Beyond the Andes' snowy bound, And where the dark Levantine wave Yes, thus it is! Yet not unpaid For all his barbarous deeds are weigh'd And when the dark and silent grave Its gloomy jaws shall close, And the stern master and his slave Each bursting sigh, each bitter tear, Before the judgment-seat. Then tremble, tyrant of the day, That home the wretched slave implores, Which leads him to those smiling shores, The islands of the blest. The Children's Gallery. MEMOIR OF SARAH JENNINGS. SARAH JENNINGS, daughter of the Rev. George Jennings, of Yadley, in the county of Hants, departed this life on the 9th day of May, 1853, aged thirteen years, looking forward with joy unspeakable to a state of endless enjoyment and perfect bliss. From infancy she was distinguished by an amiable and affectionate disposition, quick capacity, and lively temperament; which, together with a meek and lowly spirit, rendered her society very agreeable. Her insatiable disease, consumption, -which caused her to fade as a leaf, and terminated her earthly career, was one of the most painful and grievous to be borne, and being of long duration, required more grace and patience to be resigned and submissive; which resignation was exhibited to a very great extent by her, and more vividly was the patience of a true child of God seen during the last six months of her illness. Though pain of body was intense, though she was brought through the furnace of affliction, no complaint was ever heard to drop from her lips, but contrarywise. She cherished a spirit of humility and thankfulness, being conscious of what Jesus, whom she repeatedly, with much assurance, affirmed she loved, had done for her soul. She often, when strength permitted, sweetly sung some of her favourite hymns; sometimes the following, and various others: "Now that my journey's just begun, "Make me thy child, a child of God! tiful in death. Verily, that which is sown in weakness shall be raised in power. About half an hour before the mortal put on immortality, she said she was going to heaven, there to join the angelic host in singing that never-ceasing song, "Worthy is the Lamb," etc. Having said this, it was apparent that the time of her departure was at hand. Her voice was heard no more. Her spirit winged its flight to the upper and better world, where "the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest." Her end was so peaceful and happy that friends could scarcely perceive that life was extinct. Truly she fell asleep in Jesus. H. J. THE PRAYING SAILOR- THE Cornelia was a good ship (said a I must tell you of a feat performed by a sailor-boy at the height of the storm. He was literally a boy, and far better fitted for thumbing Webster's spelling-book than furling a sail in a storm. The ship was rolling fearfully. Some of the rigging got foul at the mainmast head, and it was necessary that some one should go up and rectify it. It was perilous job. I was standing near the mate, and heard him order that boy to do it. He lifted his cap, and glanced at the swinging mast, the boiling, wrathful seas, and at the steady, determined countenance of the mate. He hesitated in silence a moment; then rushing across the deck, he pitched down into the forecastle. Perhaps he was gone two Her features were calm and peace- minutes, when he returned, laid his ful, like the happy spirit that had hand on the ratlines, and went up fled. A smile rested upon the tender with a will. My eyes followed him form; the seal of her heavenly till my head was dizzy, when I Father was fixed upon her brow; turned, and remonstrated with the the lily of the valley appeared beau-mate for sending the boy aloft. Towards the last her bodily infirmity was so great that she spoke but little; and on the 9th of May, 1853, she was very desirous to leave her room and come down-stairs, but about a quarter of an hour after her request had been complied with, she was obliged to return to her room because of weakness; and shortly after that she breathed her last. Thus it is "we spend our years as a tale that is told." "He cannot come down alive. Why did you send him?" "I did it," replied the mate, "to save life. We've sometimes lost men overboard, but never a boy. See how he holds like a squirrel. He is more careful. He'll come down safe, I hope." Again I looked, till tears dimmed my eyes, and I was compelled to turn away, expecting every moment to catch a glimpse of his last fall. In about fifteen or twenty minutes he came down, and straightening himself up with the conscious pride of having performed a manly act, he walked aft with a smile on his countenance. In the course of the day I took occasion to speak to him, and asked him why he hesitated when ordered aloft. "I went, sir," said the boy, "to pray." "Do you pray?" "Yes, sir; I thought that I might not come down alive, and I went to commit my soul to God." "Where did you learn to pray?" "At home; my mother wanted me to go to the Sunday-school, and my teacher urged me to pray to God to keep me; and I do." "What was that you had in your jacket?" "My Testament, which my teacher gave me. I thought if I did perish, I would have the Word of God close to my heart." SERPENTS. Two stories were told me by a military friend, as having occurred in his presence. He and several others were sitting after dinner over their wine, when one of the party turned very pale, and said, "A snake has come in, and twisted itself round my leg, and that of the table." His companions hastily rose, in order to kill it, but he said, "If you awake it, it will stick its fangs into me, and then I am a lost man. You had better all go out of the room, and I will sit quietly with my hookah till it awakes of itself; and then probably it will glide away without doing me any injury." After some expostulation, his plan was adopted; and there he sat, with the most perfect stillness, for an hour, and an hour of much greater anxiety could scarcely have been passed. He was, however, rewarded by the snake quietly uncoiling itself, and taking its departure. The other story was that of an officer being about to put on his boots, and thrusting his foot into one of them, felt something wriggling at the bottom. With the greatest presence of mind, he instantly stamped his foot upon the ground with the utmost violence. His chief difficulty was, to know when to leave off this fatiguing exercise; but at last his leg ached so much that he stopped, and finding all still, he drew off his boot, and there found a venomous serpent, which had crawled in, and coiled itself up in the foot of the boot, but which he had killed by his exertions.-Anecdotes of the Habits and Instincts of Birds, &c. A WORD TO LITTLE BOYS. WHO is respected? It is the boy who conducts himself well, who is honest, diligent, and obedient in all things. It is the boy who is making an effort continually to respect his father, and to obey him in whatever he may direct to be done. It is the boy who is kind to other little boys, who respects age, and who never gets into difficulties and quarrels with his companions. It is the boy who leaves no effort untried to improve himself in knowledge and wisdom every day, who is busy and active in endeavouring to do a good act towards others. Show me a boy who obeys his parents, who is diligent, who has respect for age, who always has a friendly disposition, and who applies himself diligently to get wisdom, and to do good towards others; and if he is not respected and beloved by everybody, then there is no such thing as truth in the world. Remember this, little boys, and you will be respected by others, and you will grow up and become useful men. The Cabinet. TOO LATE. "And the door was shut."-MATT. xxv. 10. THE parable of the wise and foolish virgins affords an instructive lesson. When least suspected, the bridegroom comes suddenly, at midnight, to the marriage. The wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps, while the foolish took their lamps, but no oil in them. Nothing can portray in stronger language the condition of the thoughtless, the worldly-minded, the pleasure-seeking among men, than the fact that they leave the all-important concerns of the soul to the last moment, and when sudden disease attacks them, or some unforeseen calamity brings them unexpectedly to the dying bed, it is then that the cry is heard, Our lamps are empty; give us of the oil of grace, lest we perish for ever! It is an awful thought how many die without hope, be| cause they neglect to think about their souls, when they have health, strength, and every blessing heaped upon them. They are so full of the world, its business, its cares, that one great idea takes full possession of their minds,—namely, self-gratification, self-indulgence, self-interest. This is the mammon to which they bow, the shrine before which they fall. Idolatry of the present world is deeply engraven within, and holds its sway over the affections and desires. They are led captive by the glitter, the pomp, the honours which last only for a moment. They are buried in the mists and fogs of sensual delight, and seek no higher motive to rise in the scale of human dignity than their own narrow and selfish pursuits. They yield body and soul to one untiring effort, hunting the shadow, but leaving the substance. They imagine that life is given to enjoy the present, sport with the bubble, and be careless of the future. They are regardless of the consequences which are to follow at the great reckoning-day, and imagine that it will be all right when a few more years have passed away in the sunshine of prosperity, in the full breeze of earthly enjoyment. If at any time a solemn thought of eternity steals over the mind, it is hushed to silence, suppressed, as if such an intrusion was unbearable. All serious, sober, quiet reflection is drowned, as wholly unfit to occupy a resting-place within the heart. The very entrance of the word |