her hands." On his beloved wife's coming into the room, and handing the cup to him, he said, “My dear, I wished you to give me this, for it is the last thing I shall ever take in this world.” He took it from her hand and drank it; and having asked her to kiss him, and bidden her farewell, he seemed to compose himself as if to sleep. He lay in this way, frequently in the attitude of prayer, until he peacefully breathed his last-most literally falling asleep in Jesus, without a sound or a struggle.

[We found the above thrilling narrative in a foreign religious periodical, but we learn that it is abridged from a tract published by Nisbet, London, called “ The Rescue.”]



" At eventide it shall be light"

About the christian's way; no night
Of dark and hopeless gloom shall spread

Its sombre shadows round his head.

“At eventide it shall be light,”

Though faded be each vision bright,
Of plenty, pleasure, peace, and joy,

And bliss below without alloy.

At eventide it shall be light,”

Though foes all armed with hellish might,
And dark designs, of malice foul,

Stand furth in league against his soul.
At eventide it shall be light,"

Though there be left, for his delight,
No kindred soul, or earthly friend,

Their prayer and praise with his to blend.
“At eventide it shall be light,”

When death itself shall come in sight,
And by his potent sceptre's sway,

Divide his spirit from its clay.
Then Christ, who is his people's sun,

Will perfect what he here begun;
And through the grave light up the way

To regions of eternal day.


Anecdotes, Selections, and Gems.

THE MAN OF THE PARABLES.- text) – but you shall go and hear A farmer in the West Riding of him yourself.' •No,' she said, 'I Yorkshire related the following cir- will never go to hear such a man.' cumstance to a young minister:-* Betty,' said I, did you not pro"I and my family are indebted to mise at the altar to obey ?' Next your father for what we know of sabbath morning she rode behind the truth. When he first began to me. On that morning, your father preach in our neighbourhood, a look for his text, 1 Cor. vii. 14. great noise was made about the Betty was sitting on a form before man of the parables, which ex- me, and soon I perceived the corner cited my curiosity to go and hear of her apron wiping away a tear : him. One sabbath morning, I said then another. Then I rejoiced, and to my wife, ‘Betty, I've not been to tears came into my eyes. On our church since we married. I think return home, Betty said to our son, I shall mount Kitty this morning, Johnny, your father and I have and ride down to the village, and been very wrong. We are all wrong.' hear this man of the parables.'' What,' said Johnny, 'is yonr head Accordingly, I came down to the turned by the man of the parables ? village inn, and put up my horse, I shall never go and hear him. I and then enquired if there was will rather leave home than do service in the church this morning. that.' His mother said, “Johnny, No,' was the reply. I said, ' Have did your mother ever advise you to you not some strange man of the do anything that would injure you ? parables, who comes here every Go with your father and me next Sunday ? O!' was the reply, do sabbath.' 'Well, mother, to please you want to hear him ?-go down you I will go for once, but never to that barn, and you will find the ask me to go again.' On that mornpeople assembled; he is now holding, the text was Prov. x. 1.: the ing forth.' When I went in, Mr. sermon reached his conscience, T. had risen to give out his text; and brought him to the footstool of he said, And thou hast well done mercy.” that thou art come.'- Acts x. 33. I THE CONFUSED CURATE. — My thought to myself, you are a civil profession lately led me into a sort of gentleman; I should like to farm-house in the village of L-, hear what you have to say. The in the county of D and the truth came home, and I returned farmer, in the course of conversato my house with a heart broken for tion, related to me the following sin. On reaching my house, I said anecdote :—The young curate, who to my wife, ‘Betty, we are wrong; had lately undertaken the pastoral we have been living like heathens.' care of the parish, had observed What!" she said, 'has that man of this farm-house, which had a very the parables turned your head ?- ancient appearance, having been we have lived happily together; you built a great number of years, and have been a kind husband, and I was at this time rather out of rehope that he will not be allowed to pair. But what called the attention disturb our peace.' 'Betty,' I re- of his reverence to it was, he had plied, 'we are all wrong; reach me observed that its inmates had never down that bible. He took all that attended his ministry. One day, he said from this -(reading the the curate directed his steps towards

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the old farm house. On enquiring my declining years.

The first book for the farmer, he was introduced that inspired me with a taste for into the best-though very plain- reading was “Bunyan's Pilgrim's apartment, and into the presence of Progress.” Never shall I forget the the very humble-looking farmer. intense emotion with which I peThe curate at once asked how it rused this pious and interesting was that he had not seen him, nor fiction; the picturesque description any of his family, at church ; at and quaint moralities, blended with the same time asserting that that the fine allegory, heightened the enwas the only proper place of wor-chantment, and which, 10 a youthful ship. The farmer said, “Sir, it is and fervid imagination,“unsated yet my opinion that the proper place is with garbage,” was complete. From wherever we think proper to go. I henceforward my bias was deterhave divine worship in my own mined; the passion“ grew with my house, and I am perfectly satisfied growth, and strengthened with my with my own ministers, and I in strength;" and I devoured all the tend to continue in this course.” books that fell in my way as if The curate, finding that he could " appetite increased by what it fed not persuade the farmer into his on.' My next step was, I comviews, rose hastily to leave the menced collector. Smile, if you house, and, as he was crossing the will, reader, but admire the benevo. threshold, exclaimed, rather angrily, lence of creative wisdom, by which "Well, sir, I shall see your land- the means of happiness are so nicely lord upon this subject.” The old adjusted to the capacity for enjoy. farmer mildly replied, “ You must ment; for slender, as in those days, go a long way before you find him, were my finances, I much doubt if sir.” “Do you mean to insult me?" the noble possessor of the unique asked the curate. “No, sir," re- edition of Boccacio, marched off plied the venerable man, “I mean with his envied prize at the cost of that I am lord of my own land.” £2,500 more triumphantly than I This astonished the young gentle did, with my sixpenny pamphlet or man, and, speaking more mildly, dogs eared volume, destined to form he asked, “Do you mean to say the nucleus of my future library. that this house is your own ?”— The moral advantage arising out of "Yes, sir," replied the farmer, a love of books are so obvious that "und the land too. I paid thirteen to enlarge upon such a topic might thousand pounds for this estate!" be deemed a gratuitous parade; I The curate, in the utmost confu- shall therefore proceed to offer a few sion, made rather an awkward bow, ovservations as to the modes of deand departed ; and returned not riving both pleasure and improve. again either to persuade or threaten ment from the cultivation of this the dissenting farmer.

most fascinating and intellectual of Christian Penny Record. all pursuits. Lord Bacon says, with Books. If there be one word in his usual discrimination, “ Some our language beyond all others books are to be tasted, others to be teeming with delightful associations, swallowed, and some few chewed “ books" is that word. At that and digested.This short sentence magic name what vivid recollections comprises the whole practical wisof bygone times; what summer days dom of the subject, and in like of unclouded happiness when life manner, by an extension of the was new. Even now the spell re- principle, the choice of a library tains its power to charm; the books must be regulated. “Few books, I loved in youth are the solace of well selected, are best,” is a maxim

ANECDOTES, SELECTIONS, AND GEMS. useful to all, but more especially TALE BEARING.—Never repeat a to young collectors; for let it be story, unless you are certain it is remembered, that economy in our correct, and even not then, unless pleasures invariably tends to enlarge something is to be gained, either of the sphere of ourenjoyments. Fuller interest to yourself, or for the good remarks, “it is a vanity to persuade of the person concerned. Tattling the world one hath much learning is a mean and wicked practice, and by getting a great library;" and the he who indulges in it grows more snpposition is equally erroneous fond of it in proportion as he is sticthat a large collection necessarily cessful. He who tells you the faults implies a good one. The truth is, of others, intends to tell others of were we to discard all the works of your faults, and so the dish of news a merely temporary interest, and of is handed from one to another, until solemn trifling, that encumber the the tale becomes enormous. Truly, fields of literature, the magnitude of “the tongue is an unruly evil, full numerous vast libraries would sud- of deadly poison." denly sink into most diminutive FAITH OBEDIENT. — They that dimensions — for the number of expect to enjoy what God promises, good and original works is com- will be sure to perform what God paratively few. Study, therefore, enjoins. Holy trust takes it for a quality rather than quantity in the maxim, that he that contemns the selection of your books. As regards commands of God as his sovereign, the lux'ıries of the library, keep a has no share in the promises of a rigid watch upon your inclinations, God as all-sufficient. If we trust in for though it must not be denied the Son with a faith of confidence, that there is a rational pleasure in we shall be sure to honour the Son seeing a favourite author elegantly with a kiss of obedience. Thus attired, nothing is more ridiculous David; “I have hoped for thy salvathan this taste pushed to the ex. tion, and done thy commandments.” treme; for then this refined pursuit, degenerates into a mere hobby-horse,

Facts and Hints. and once fairly mounted, good bye RICHES at once sink the mind to prudence and common sense! downward in covetous cares, and lift The bibliomaniac is thus pleasantly it upward in proud conceits. To satirised by an old poet in the see a man rich in purse, and poor Shyp of Fooles"

in spirit, is a great rarity. "Still am I busy bok assemblynge,

AN IMMENSE STALK OF MAIZE', For to have plenty it is a pleasant thing In my conceit, and to have them ay in hand, grown in Louisiana, has been brought But what they mene do I not understande."

to Liverpool. This enormous stalk TøE HOPELESS CHARACTER.—is seventeen feet nine inches in Who is one of the most hopeless height, and bears six ears, each of men upon earth? That man who which weighs a pound, and contains has sat, sabbath after sabbath, under 880 grains, upon an average. awakening and affecting calls of the FUNERAL EXPENSES. - Five mil. gospel, and has hardened his heart lions sterling are expended annually against those calls; who has been in England and Wales, in funeral so accustomed to hear the most expenses; four of the five go to pay momentous of all truths that they for the fopperies of the death. now make no impression on his

Lost LETTERS.-It appears, from beart, and in whom the habit of disa late Parliamentary return, that no obedience to the call of God is in- less than 800 or 900 letters, containveterate. To such the word of God ing enclosures of value, are said to says, “Woe unto thee.”

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“In life's first dawn," beneath a mother's

care, DEAR SIR,-As it still remains How blest the child who reaps the fruit of the business of every

“ Christian


'Tis right to train our little ones for God, Pioneer" to prepare the way to a

And lead them in the path that Jesus trod; brighter era of the gospel dispensa. He in His word unerring rules hath given, tion, have the kindness to insert the To guide the mind to holiness and heaven. following lines – by doing which, you In search of truth let all thy powers engage;

Then take thy bible, read its sacred page; will not only oblige, but also pub. Like the meek Eunuch with his roll in hand, lish to the world an exact speci- Not only read but try to understand. men of National Education from the truth in Jesus, as the scriptures teach,

Is that which all should learn and all should a National Schoolmaster- taking

preach. the leading verse of his poetical The greatest “must be” which doth yet effusions, which I have here set as remain, å motto, as a specimen of the whole. Is,“ Verily ye must be born again.”

An ancient Rabbi made a scruple here, Ilkeston.

W. C.

And feign would know how such things

could appear

“ Can these things be," he cried in wonder“My Village Church.”

ing mood, “I love my village church, for there,

To him, he own'd “a teacher come from “ In life's first dawn, by faithful prayer

God." And holy washing I became

The mystic truth was then revealed quite " Entitled to the christian name,

clear. “Was made a child of God, an heir of He that hath ears to hear, now let him hear; heaven,

God loved the world and sent his Son to save: “With nature changed and all my sins

All who believe eternal life shall have. forgiven.”

A Sinner.

Come then, my friend, since Nicodemus

found An Epistle to the “Sinner.”

The pearl he sought, come search in the Poor hapless wight, indeed I pity thee; same grouud; None are so blind as those who will not see. Thou too may'st find that pearl of price But gospel truth at once the case explains; immense, You say you see, and thus your sin remains. Whose value will all labour recompense. Nor is it rare such willing dupes to find, And though I must address thee once again, So apt to teach, and yet so bigot blind. I would not give thee any needless pain, The water sprinkled on thy intant face But aim to bring thee out of popish night, Thou say'st was type of holy inward grace; Into the region of fair scripture light. Thy“ holy wasbing" for a “christian name, Thy “christian name" can ne'er do ought But wet thy face, and left thy heart the for thee, same.

Except thy nature also christian be. The type, itself, the grace could ne'er convey, And as to trusting all thy sins forgivenOr ought avail to wash one sin away. By water wash'd away--thyself an heir of The blood of Jesus, and that blood alone, heavenCan for our deep iniquities atone.

Take care no strong delusion" blinds Let not the truth of God be thus disguised,

thine eyes ; Believers only are to be baptized.

Trust not to sucb mere “refuges of lies.” Trust not those drops which on thy cheek Buy eye-salve man! Anoint thine eyes might fall,

and see When thou, an infant, had no faith at all; How great the darkness that is yet in thee! Nor ought of all thy sponsors might engage, Unknown to thee at such an early age. Reason itself ashamed might seek retreat The vow declared by either her or him, To think the babe should live the man to For ought they care, may either sink or cheat ; swim;

A man of reason making such pretence, Ask them the reason why they acted thus, Creates a libel on his common sense. They readily acknowledge the abuse; Be not, my friend, of state-paid priests the “It is our form,” they cry," and so we do it, tool, But many have had awful cause to rue it." Hired to teach error in a public school


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