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fires. He whom you thus serve was once a Man of Sorrows. These tears will all be wiped away when ye pass the doorway of your Father's house.

In that heavenly house “His servants shall serve Him, and his name sball be on their foreheads.” It will not be the brand of bondage, such as is burned into the brows of plantation slaves. Mammon thus brands his slaves with premature care-wrinkles. Sensual pleasure thus brands its devotees with “redness of eyes” and bloated visage. Remorse burns the countenances of its victims with livid lines of terror. But on the brows of those who “serve God day and night in his temple," beams ile glorious signet of the Saviour ; it is not the brand of bondage, but the seal of celestial liberty. Reader, are you the slave of sin, or the freedman of Jesus?



A FRENCH brig was returning from and he was enjoying the prospect de Toulon to Havre with a rich cargo | carrying to her his little treasure and numerous passengers. Off the two five-franc pieces, which he had coast of Bretagne it was overtaken by earned as his wages for the voyage a sudden and violent storm. Captain The brig was beaten about a whole P- , an experienced sailor, at once day by the storm, and, inspite of all saw the danger which threatened the the efforts of the crew, they could not ship on such a rocky coast, and he steer clear of the rocks on the coast. gave orders to put out to sea; but By the gloom on the captain's brow the winds and waves drove the brig it might be seen that he had little violently towards the shore, and not hope of saving the ship. All at once withstanding all the efforts of the a violent shock was felt, accompanied crew, it continued to get nearer by & horrible crash; the vessel had land.

struck on a rock. At this terrible Among the most active on board in moment the passengers threw them. doing all that he could to help was selves on their knees to pray. little Jacques, a lad twelve years old, “Lower the boats!” cried the cap. who was serving as cabin-boy in the tain. vessel. At times, when he disappeared The sailors obeyed; but no sode for a moment behind the folds of a | were the boats in the water than that sail, the sailors thought that he had were carried away by the violeneas fallen overboard; and again, when a the waves. wave threw him down on the deck, “We have but one hope of safety.* they looked around to see if it had said the captain. “One of us mest not carried away the poor boy with | be brave enough to run the rise of it; but Jacques was soon up again, swimming with a rope to the shore unhurt.

We may fasten one end to the mis "My mother,” said he, smiling, to of the vessel, and the other to a ich an old sailor, “would be frightened on the coast, and by this means we enough had she seen me just now.” may all get on shore."

His mother, who lived at Havre, “But, captain, it is imposable,“ was very poor, and had a large | said the mate, pointing to the surf family. Jacques loved her tenderly, | breaking on the sharp rocks." WOever should attempt to run such a | Jacques, holding out two five-franc Fisk would certainly be dashed to pieces wrapped in a bit of rag; “if I veces."

am eaten by the porpoises, and you "Well,” said the captain, in a low get safe to land, be so kind as to give one, "we must all die together.” this to my mother, who lives on the

At this moment there was a slight i quay at Havre; and will you tell her tir among the sailors, who were that I thought of her, and that I love elently waiting for orders.

her very much, as well as all my * What is the matter there?” in brothers and sisters ?" pred the captain.

“ Be easy about that, my boy. If “Captain, replied a sailor, “this you die for us, and we escape, your Eittle monkey of a cabin-boy is ask mother shall never want for anyag to swim to the shore with a strong thing." tring round his body to draw the "Oh, then I will willingly try to ible after him; he is as obstinate as save you!” cried Jacques, hastening little mule!” and he pushed Jacques to the other side of the vessel, where nto the midst of the circle.

all was prepared for his enterprise. The boy stood turning his cap round The captain thought for a moment. cd round in his hands, without “We ought not to allow this lad aring to utter a word.

to sacrifice himself for us in this “Nonsense! such a child can't way,” said he at length ; “I have !" said the captain, roughly. been wrong. I must forbid it." But Jacques was not of a character “Yes, yes," said some of the be so easily discouraged.

sailors round him; “it is disgraceful "Captain,” said he, timidly, "you to us all that the little cabin-boy an't wish to expose the lives of good should set us an example of courage; mors like these; it does not matter and it would be a sad thing if the bat becomes of a little monkey'of brave child should die for old men cabin-boy, as the boatswain calls like us, who have lived our time. ieGive me a ball of strong string, Let us stop him.” hich will unroll as I get on; fasten They rushed to the side of the ne end round my body, and I pro vessel, but it was too late. They cse you that within an hour the found there only the sailor who had re will be fastened to the shore, or aided Jacques in his preparations, will perish in the attempt."

and who was unrolling the cord that * Does he know how to swim?” was fastened to the body of the xed the captain.

heroic boy. They all leaned over the "As swiftly and easily as an eel,” side of the vessel to see what was med one of the crew.

| going to happen, and a few quietly I could swim up the Seine from wiped away a tear which would not avre to Paris," said little Jacques. be restrained.

The captain hesitated; but the At first nothing was seen but Des of all on board were at stake, waves of white foam, mountains of ad he yielded. Jacques hastened to water, which seemed to rise as high

pare for his terrible undertaking. as the mast, and then fell down with ften he turned and softly approached a thundering roar. Soon the praccaptain.

tised eve of the sailors perceived a *Captain,” said he, “as I may be little black point rising above the st, may I ask you to take charge of waves, and then again distance prer.ething for me?"

vented them from distinguishing it Certainly, my boy,” said the cap- / at all. They anxiously watched the n, who was almost repenting of cord, and tried to guess, by its quicker aving yielded to his entreaties. or slower movement, the fate of him " Here, then, captain," replied | who was unrolling it.

Sometimes the cord was unrolled, given to the cord. This was soon rapidly.

followed by a second, then by a thiri. "Oh, what a brave fellow!” they It was the signal agreed upon to tu! said. “See how quickly he swims." them that Jacques had reached the

At other times the unrolling of the shore. A shout of joy was heard or ball of string stopped suddenly. the ship. They hastened to faster a

“Poor boy,” they said ; "he has strong rope to the cord, which was been drowned or dashed against the drawn on shore as fast as the cou.d rocks.”

let it out, and was firmly fastened by This anxiety lasted more than an some of the people who had come to hour; the ball of string continued to the help of the little cabin-boy. Br be unrolled, but at unequal periods. means of this rope many of the shipAt length it slipped slowly over the wrecked sailors reached the shore, side of the vessel, and often fell as if and found means to save the others. slackened. They thought Jacques | Not long after all had safely landed must have much difficulty in getting they saw the vessel sink. through the surf on the coast.

The little cabin-boy was long ill “Perhaps it is the body of the from the consequences of his fatigue, poor boy that the sea is tossing back and from the bruises he had received wards and forwards in this way," | by being dashed against the ruby said some of the sailors.

But he did not mind that; for, in The captain was deeply grieved reward of his bravery, his mother that he had permitted the child to received a yearly sum of moet make the attempt; and, notwith which placed her above the fear of standing the desperate situation in want. Little Jacques rejoiced in which they were, all the crew seemed having suffered for her, and at the to be thinking more of the boy than same time in having saved so muhv of themselves.

lives. He felt that he had beei. All at once a violent pull was ' abundantly rewarded.


A STRANGER and a pilgrim here, I travel on my way
With watchful care, lest foes around should lead my steps astray;
The gate is narrow, and the path is thorny, which I tread,
But hitherto, through dangers thick, I have been safely led :
And shall I now forget the path ? Faith bids me answer, “No!"
The Christian's watchword onuard is, and onward I must go.

There's not a spot on this wide earth where I would wish to rest-
The joys of which it fondly boasts are transient at the best;
'Tis true there is the summer calm, as well as winter's storm,
And where the thorns bestrew my path are flowers of beauteous form;
And shall not these protract my stay? tho’ sweet they be, ah, no!
The Christian's watchword onward is, and onward I must go.

The present things are temporal, these I would leave behind,
And forward urge, with strength renewed, eternal things to find;
There is another land beyond, a better one, I've read,
A distant, happy clime, of which delightful things are said;
My home is there, my native home ; can I forget it? no!
The Christian's watchword onward is, and onward I must go.

I have a Father living there, whose gracious, smiling face,
I never yet have seen, but in the glass of Gospel grace;
There He unfolds before my view his beams of glory bright,
And fills my longing, restless soul, with permanent delight;
I dare not for a moment doubt his boundless love: oh, no!
The Christian's watch word onward is, and onward I must go.
This tedious journey soon will end, and then the angel band
Will bear me joyfully away to that delightful land;
There I shall join beloved friends around my Father's throne,
Where sin and sorrow, pain and death, are utterly unknown;
And shall I, wearied with my toils, thankless or restless grow?
The Christian's watchword onward is, and onward [ must go.
Then shall I see Him as He is, the wonderful I AM-
The precious Comforter divine-the dear redeeming LAMR;
A triune God, the King of Kings, before whom angels fall,
And seraphs, with their faces veil'd, proclaim Him Lord of all;
And can I cease to contemplate the joys that from Him flow?
The Christian's watchword onward is, and onward I must go.
I then shall wear the promis'd crown which fadeth not away,
And robes of pure, unspotted white, which never can decay ;
The grandeur of my Father's throne, I then shall clearly sec,
And with Him spend, in bliss sublime, a long eternity;
Then during this short, fleeting life, no matter weal or woe,
A stranger and a pilgrim here, still onward will I go.

THE FAMILY LIBRARY. The first place in our notices of books this month is due to, The Private Letters of St. Paul and St. John, by the Rev. Samuel Cox.* This little book, “originally delivered as week-evening lectures, in the ordinary course” of the author's ministry, is an attempt to expound the three Epistles which appear in our authorised version under the title of the Epistle of Paul to Philemon, and the Second and Third Epistles of John. These Letters Mr. Cox rightly describes as the Private Letters of the Apostles named; and his book is intended to contain all that is known of these Letters-all that is requisite to enable the English reader to judge of their worth and claims. As Mr. Cox is known to our readers, through having been at one time a frequent contributor to our pages, our readers will be prepared to expect much from his pen ; but they will hurdly, perhaps, expect to find so much evidence of insight, ability, and careful research, as this small volume contains. It is a model of exposition. It will be read with satisfaction alike by the scholar and by the mere English reader. It is full of learning, without any parade of it. It need not be ashamed to take its modest place by the side of the greater and more pretentious works of our great modern expositors. Wo need not add that it has our hearty recommendation ; and we only hope that it will be followed by other productions, equally able, and equally helpful to the understanding of the Divine Word, from the same skilful pen.

* Arthur Miall.

A larger work than Mr. Cox's is, Essays and Discourses on Popular and Standard Themes, by T. W. Tuzer.* AIr. Tozer is the minister of the Firs Congregational Church at Dudley ; and the “ Discourses”-ve do not find any “Essays"-appear to have been delivered in the ordinary course of the author's ministry. If so, they are exceedingly creditable productions; and give indications of qualities in the writer, which cannot fail, with God's blessing, to secure useful and acceptable minis. trations. To Mr. Tozer's friends, of course, the book will have a special value; but it will find, as it deserves, a wider circulation.

We are glad to receive a new edition of, Short Arguments about the Millennium, by Benjamin Charles Young. † Mr. Young's book, which had a hearty welcome on its appearance some fifteen years since, has been for some years out of print; and the author has done well to accede to a frequently expressed wish for its re-appearance, with such additions and corrections as the new phases of the controversy require. The purpose . of the book is to furnish “plain proofs for plain Christians that the coming of Christ will not be pre-millennial, and that his reign on earth will not be personal.” It deals with every phase of the question. To those who are perplexed by the controversy, or who are seeking help in it, the book has our cordial recommendation.

Our space will allow us only to mention further—Concerning the Collection ; a Letter to Christian Churches, by our venerable friend, Mr. Craps, of Lincoln; and the Papers read at the late Annual Session ; of the Baptist Union; all published by Mr. Elliot Stock.

OUR MISSIONS:-THE WANTS OF THE MISSION. Our readers are already aware, and, by enlarged liberality, to raise that the Society closed its last year | its income to an amount better prowith a large debt, and that there is portionate to the magnitude of the great need of an augmentation of work it has undertaken. In view of the annual contributions, to enable such an appeal, may I ask your atthe Committee to maintain the present tention to the following facts constaff of labourers. The Rev. C. B. cerning our missions in Bengal and the Lewis has addressed a letter to the North-Western provinces of India: Committee, placing the subject in a “Mr. Bate, who sailed from (alstill moro important point of view; cutta last August, is the only uer and, at their request, we lay it before missionary who has gone into the our readers. We are sure that it field since the end of 1863. On the will call forth earnest prayers and other hand, taking no account of any the most liberal aid :

merely temporary withdrawals from “ Caterham, June 7th, 1867. missionary work, we have sustained "My dear Brethren,

the following great losses:- Mr. “I believe that it is your pur Kalberer, of Patna, and Mr. Willigentpose to appeal to our churches, both son, of Birbhoom, have gone to their to remove the debt which now en | rest in heaven. Mr. J. G. Gregsiz cumbers the operations of the Society, 1 and Mr. Sampson have been coin

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