Brighton.

And it shall my happiness be,
To follow the Saviour I love,
Till death from probation shall free,
And call to his presence above!

W. M. W.

THE FAITHFUL SAYING.

DESPONDING spirit! why these doubts and fears?
Though Sinai's thunders o'er thy head may roll,
Though sin lies heavy on thy trembling soul,
And guilt hath darkened all thy by-gone years;
Yet let not Satan tempt thee to despair,
The Saviour died for sinners-died for thee,
Then to his cross with all thy burden flee,
And rest thine every hope of pardon there!
Oh! let this faithful saying cheer thine heart,
Though tears of sorrow may thine eyes bedim,
Oh! cast thyself and all thy cares on him,
Who waits to bid thine every fear depart;
Fear not! the bruised reed He will not break,

But blot out all thy sins, for his own mercy's sake.
Brighton.

H. M. W.

THE SOLACE OF SONG.

WHEN my path is brightest,

And my heart is lightest,

Nor cares annoy,

Then my grateful songs I'll raise,
And in cheerful notes of praise
Express my joy!

When my hopes have perished,
And the joys I cherished,

Sadly decay,

Song shall cheer the lonely hour,
Music, charm with gentle power,

My griefs away.

Brighton.

When death's shades are stealing
Over every feeling,

Sweet music bring,

Let no bitter tears be shed,
Gently kneel around my bed

And soft notes sing.

H. M. W.

"LOVEST THOU ME?"
YOUTH! amid thy dreams of joy,
Grasping earth's impure alloy;
Twining wreaths of fairy flowers,
As to cheat time's fleeting hours;
Know'st thou that thine hours are hasting
As the sunset hues away?
Life's pure waters art thou tasting?
Lovest thou thy Saviour,-say?
Manhood! with thy brow of thought
Musing on thy hidden lot;

Girt with life's bewildering cares,

Circled by a thousand snares:

Know'st thou that thy days are numbered

By the Lord of earth and sea ?
Hath thy spirit erewhile slumbered!
Hear thy Saviour-" Lov'st thou me?"

Age! with snows of hoary years,
Eyes bedimmed with sorrow's tears;
Palsied frame, and quivering breath,
Brow with furrowed lines of death:
Hath thy life's brief sojourn parted
As the rainbow's vision gay?
Scarce on high one deep thought darted?
Lovest thou thy Saviour-say?

Spirit! born no more to die,

Linked with immortality;

Denizen of bliss or woe,

Doomed eternal life to know:
Mid earth's fleeting, passing things,

Joys and griefs of time's brief hour,
Drink, O drink heaven's purer springs!
Life's free fountain is thy dower!

Stoney Hill, Jamacia.

ADELINE.

THE

YOUTHS' MAGAZINE;

OR

Evangelical Miscellany.

AUGUST, 1843.

BEDOWEEN TENT.

"AT five of clock in the afternoon," says a modern traveller, "we arrived at a camp of Arabs: it was spread with carpets which the women manufacture with their own hands; and a few faggots, covered with the same carpets, served as cushions. The beasts, which are accustomed to share the shelter of the Bedouin, had all been dismissed from this tent, except one young ox. All the tents of these Bedouins have the same shape, and differ from each other only in size. They who lead the most wandering lives have them smallest, that they may be carried about with most facility. They are all low, of much greater length than breadth, entirely open on one of their long sides. It is the lee side which is left open; and as the north winds chiefly prevail in their country, it is almost always the north side which is closed. The stuff of which they are made is fabricated of camel's hair. Our engraving represents the tent of a sheick, distinguished from the rest by a large plume of black ostrich feathers placed on the summit.”

The allusions to these tents are numerous in Scripture.