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a meditation upon some Scripture. | than when she gets herself planted And, once fairly launched, she goes beside one of the "servants of the OD, quite unconsciously to herself, to Lord,” as she always calls them, in

liloquise, often quite audibly, upon order to converse on spiritual things. the subject of thought. And after She has often been heard to say that epending some time thus employed, if she had plenty of money, she would she come to suspect that there would in one particular imitate the is no prospect of profit, she will not great ones of the earth-she would fail to enter a warm protest against keep a chaplain for her own special toch a manner of spending precious behoof. On such occasions as that timbe: after which she will propose a to which we have referred, she has tet for discussion, or else call for or

always a list of texts, which the gre a hymn.

minister must endeavour to expound Everything connected with reli. to her ; then Christian experience gion is interesting to her. If she will be minutely entered into; and, learns of the progress of the Gospel | above all, the happiness of the reanys here on earth, she is filled with deemed in the heavenly home will joy, and thanks the Lord with all her be glowingly dwelt upon. heart. On the other hand, when she When conversing upon the lasthears of persecutions being endured mentioned subject, or when she hears by the people of God, or of profes it enlarged upon in a public dissors backsliding or giving evidence course, it is striking to witness the of lukewarmness, or of persons en. change which comes over her aged degrouring to shake men's faith in features. “Rapt into future times," the word of God, she becomes mani her countenance beams with very festly distressed, and soon betakes joy. As she beholds with the eye of herself to a throne of grace.

faith “ the King in his beauty, and Uuch of her time is spent in the the land that is very far off,” in the solemn exercise of prayer. Not that fulness of her holy joy she simultastereotyped, pointless routine which | neously weeps and laughs. And she with many passes for prayer, but a has often been heard to say after real communion of soul with her such happy seasons, that she could Father who is in heaven. She has wish with all her heart to be at once specific objects in view in drawing "absent from the body," that she Dear unto God; real requests to might be " present with the Lord.” mske known unto him. And many But the desire to depart to be are the individuals for whom, as in “with Christ, which is far better," dividuals, she daily wrestles with seems to be always present to her. God in prayer. Nor have her prayers Her state of mind on this point was been in vain. She can name many brought out very clearly by an accifone of them now gone to their rest dent which befell her some two years who, in answer to her prayers, and ago. Having been struck by a horse through her instrumentality, were with which she happened to come in brought to a knowledge of the truth. contact, 80 serious were the injuries

One class she never forgets,-the which she received, that for some time preachers of the Gospel; more espe- her life was despaired of. But, though cially those of them with whom she her sufferings were so keen that she is familiar. She enters into their had but little rest day or night, indifficulties and discouragements, and stead of fretting and murmuring, Kate sympathizes with them to a degree was in transports of joy. And when which very few Christians seem to the writer saw her, after she had do. She is never happier-her devo- | begun to recover, she stated that tional seasons, of course, excepted- | when symptoms of returning health

began to manifest themselves she ! " Ah, you are very foolish for felt sadly disappointed; so much so that; you will need it before the that she was afraid she might be summer is over. It has been a back. grieving her Heavenly Father by the ward spring, and we shall have a hot reluctance with which she returned | summer; depend upon it, you will to the world. But, to bring our im need it yourself before the summer perfect sketch to a close, Kate was is over.' brought out of the furnace like gold «• Well,' says the streamlet, if I tried in the fire. And now, in her am to die so soon, I had better work seventy-sixth year, she walks two while the day lasts. If I am likely miles to the place of worship; she to suffer from the heat, I had better sings her spiritual songs, if not as do all the good I can while I have the melodiously, as heartily and joyously | time.' And away it went, blessing as ever; she holds close and constant and rejoicing in its course. The fellowship with the Father and with pool shook its head wisely, and with his Son Jesus Christ; and, expecting | a prudent foresight husbanded all its soon to hear a voice from heaven, resources, letting not a drop steal saying unto her, “ Come up hither," away. she rejoices in hope of the glory “Soon the midsummer heat came of God.

down, and it fell upon the little J. M'LELLAN. stream. But the trees crowded to Blair Atholl.

its brink and threw out their shelter

ing branches over it in the day of THE MOUNTAIN STREAM.

adversity, for it brought refresh

ment and life to them; and the sun “It is not much, but it's all that I peeped through its branches, and can well spare," said Mr. C , as smiled complacently upon its dimpled a benevolent claim was laid before face; and the birds sipped its silver him. “The times are so hard, and tide, the flowers breathed their pereverything is so high, I hardly see fume upon its bosom, the flocks and how I am to get along."

herds lingered by its banks, the “ Cheer up, Brother C , God husbandman's eye sparkled with joy sees. Trust him. ‘Freely have ye | as he looked upon the emerald line received, freely give.' He that that marked its course through his watereth shall be watered also him. fields and meadows; so on it went, self.' 'God loveth a cheerful giver.' blessing and blessed of all. How absurd to bedrooping, despond “And where was the prudent pool? ing, when our Heavenly Father has Alas, in its inglorious inactivity, it so much, and gives to each abund. I grew sickly and pestilential. The antly!

thirsty cattle put their lips to it, and " See that little fountain yonder, turned away without drinking. The away yonder in the distant mountain,

breeze stooped and kissed it by glistening like a thread of silver mistake, but caught the malaria in through the tangled thicket, and the contact, and carried the ague sparkling like diamonds in its health through the region, and the inhabitful activity. It is hurrying on with ants caught it and had to move away; its rippling song to the river. See, and at last the frogs cast their venom it passes a stagnant pool, and the | upon it and deserted it, and heaven, pool hails it :

in mercy to man, smote it with a “Whither away, little streamlet ?' bitter breath, and dried it up......

"I am going to the river to bear " And what became of ine little this drop of water God bas given stream P you ask. God saw to that. me.'

| It emptied its full cup into the river,


and the river bore it on to the sea, , me bread for eighty-two years, and and the sea welcomed it, and the sun he will not leave me now.” And smiled upon the sea, and the sea sent then, placing her book on the table, tp its incense to greet the sun, and | she folded her hands, and looking up the clouds caught it, and the winds to heaven, said, “Merciful God! caught the chariots of the clouds and Thou hast promised to feed those bure them away, away to the very that trust in thee; oh ! leave me not, m'untain that gave the little foun. for I look to thee. Oh! send me tain birth, and then they tipped the bread for thy dear Son's sake." brinning cup. God saw to it all ; Then, rising, she went towards the and the little fountain, though it cupboard, to see if there was one are so fully and so freely, never ran bit of food left. But no, a dry plate,

an empty cracked cup, a cbipped "And if God so blessed the tea-pot, an old bent spoon, that was fruntain, will he not also bless you, all. Ill, hungry, and weak, the old av brother, if you give freely as you woman sank down on her scanty bed have received? Be assured he exhausted. Little children, do you

ever remember, when you have plenty of good things to ent, warm

clothes to wear, and kind friends to ONE OF GOD'S LITTLE love you, that many people have not ANGELS.

the necessaries of life? Do you reFOR THE YOUNG.

member the poor? One little girl

did that cold day, as we shall see. Is a lonely cottage, on the borders “Let us walk through this pretty of a thick wood, lived an old woman wood,” said Flossy to her governess, -she was past eighty, bent, infirm, as she ran along over the snow, and ailing. She was sitting in her which crackled under her feet. little room, with a book on her knee. Little Flogsy, on getting up that So fire in the grate, no bread in the morning, had, after reading her cupboard, no tea in the canister, no Bible, knelt down to pray. It was blanket on the old bedstead, no, no. not with her lips only, but with her thing at all did the old woman pos whole heart, that she repeated her sess but her large book over which morning prayer. “Oh!” thought she was poring. The last crust of she, “that I might be of some use in read, and the remaining cup of tea, the world," and she poured out her d been consumed the day before. whole soul's desire to her Heavenly et last penny was gone, her last Father. “Dear Saviour,” she said, blanket was pawned long ago, and “make me thy own child, and help nothing now remained but to pawn me to please thee. Teach me what her book. Would she do so? Wait I can do for thee, how I can work

for thee.” And now was her prayer She read on, pointing to each word to be answered in that morning walk. with her wrinkled finger. “ What!”. They approached the wood, and the, at last exclaimed, “God has reached the cottage. “Oh! I won. aid this, and I 80 faithless that I der who lives bere," said Flossy ; have donbted his love: Trust in the “ do let me go and see.” Lord, and do good; so shalt thou " Well, you may if you like,

well in the land, and verily thou and I shall stay outside," said her phalt be fed.' Oh, how ungrateful governess. have I been! My God has pro She gave a gentle rap at the door, mised to feed me, and I doubt his and then opened it. There was the Word? No, indeed; he has given | old woman lying on the bed as we

and see.

left her. “ Poor old woman,” said | creature. Flossy from that day be. Flossy, “are you ill?”

came the friend of the old woman, “ That I am, dear," answered the and thus prayer was answered in woman.

both cases. " What can I do for you? Have Was Flossy of any use in the you anything to eat!” said the | world, young readers. What do child.

you think? I am sure you say, “Ah, no,” gasped the poor creature. Yes.” And can you not be of

“Oh, I'll go and ask mamma for gome use, too? You may not have something for you," and off she ran any old woman to relieve, but there out of the cottage. Her governess are many other ways of doing good. was waiting for her, and on hearing | Only ask God to make you of use in the sad plight of the old woman, this world, and then look for opporwalked home very willingly to get tunities, and you will find yourself some assistance. Flossy had no thinking of other people instead of 800ner told her mother the sad story, l yourself. And remember this, nothan some good food was put in a body is too little to be God's ser. basket, and sent down to the starving | vant.

Gems from Golden Mines.

* MASSA, YOU NO UNDER- | dark wrinkled face, as he often said STAND IT.”

some pleasant things to cheer this

lonely pilgrim on her way to Zion. TAERE once lived in one of our One day Mr. Benson took a friend large cities, & poor woman, who from the country to see Betty. As had been confined by sickness for he stopped and entered the cottage, nearly twenty years. By the few | he said, “Ah, Betty, you are alive friends who knew her she was famili- | yet.” “Yes, tank God,” said Betty. arly called "Poor Betty." She had “Betty," said he, "why do you surseen comfortable days, but had long l pose God keeps you so long in this been blind, and was said to be one world, poor, and sick, and blind, hundred and five years old.

when you might go to heaven and Mr. Benson was a man of wealth enjoy so much!" and business in the same city. His While Mr. Benson's tone and man. signature was better than silver on ner were half sportive, he yet uttered the Exchange, because it was more a serious thought which had more easily transferred; his sails whitened than once come over his mind. Now the ocean, his charity gladdened comes the sermon. many hearts, and his family gave im. Betty assumed her most serious pulse to many benevolent operations. and animated tone, and replied, “ Ah, Notwithstanding the pressure of massa, you no understand it. Dare business, Mr. Benson Often found be two great things to do for de time to drop in and see what became Church-one be TO PRAY for it, toder of poor Betty. His voico and even be TO ACT for it. Now, massa, God his step had become familiar to her, keep me alive to pray for de Church, and always lighted up a smile on her and he keep you alive to act for it.”

In the world is darkness,

So we all must shine ;
You in your small corner,

And I in mine.

For a few moments Mr. Benson and his friend stood silent, thrilled and astonished. They felt the knowledge, the dignity, and moral sublimity of this short sermon. It seemed to draw aside the veil a little, and let them into heaven's myg. teries. “Yes, Betty," replied Mr. Benson, in the most serious and subdued tones, "your pravers are of more importance to the Church than my alms." This short sermon, preached by poor Betty, was never forgotten by Mr. Benson and his friend. It made them more praverful, and more submissive in aiflio

Jesus bids us s'rine,

First of all for him ;
Well he sees and knows it

If our light is dim.
He looks down from heaven

To see us shine ;
You in your small corner,

And I in mine. .



Jesus bids us shine

With a pure clear light,
Like a little candle
Burning in the night.

Jesus bids us shine,

Then, for all around ;
For many kinds of darkness

In the world are found.
There's sin, there's want, there's

So we must shine;
You in your small corner,

And I in mine.

Our Missions.


country, were interrupted and opened

| in the Island Post Office. This was For many weeks after the riot at particularly the case with the letters Morant Bay, the Island of Jamaica of three or four brethren on the *as kept under a reign of terror. No northern side of the island, and for man dared to open his lips publicly several weeks rumours were spread against the violent measures of the all over the country that they would Government. Even in private life be arrested. Evidence was sought maen spoke together as if they feared to establish the charge of sedition the walls had ears, dreading sudden against them, and, though perfectly urtest, short shrift, and a speedy ex innocent of any complicity with, or

knowledge of, the events at Morant Until the last mail England was Bay, it was no fault of Governor nade acquainted with the proceed Eyre that they were not cast into ings of the Government only so far prison and their lives jeopardised Is it pleased Governor Eyre and his before the reckless courts-martial

tecutive to acquaint us with them. that have sentenced thousands of he correspondence of the Mission harmless persons to ignominious

Society with the missionaries, punishment and death. 1 their letters to friends in this | The tidings that the English people


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