I know not wby a comparative stranger should show so much kindness to us. It must be the Lord's doing, and it is marvellous in our eyes.' It is pleasing to see such an exhibition of christian love. She hath done what she could, without any prospect of remuneration. O, when will the days come when this grace shall shine throughout the world!

But to return to our eventful history. As I before observed, we had to leave our place, where we had made considerable improvements. As we had no means to help ourselves, some friends advised me to take a school in the neighbourhood, and while arranging about it, I heard from a friend in Toronto of a situation under the Rev. J. Gilman of Peterboro,' who is agent to the New England Company for the civilization of the Indians. It is situated about 100 miles from Toronto, and forty or fifty miles north of Lake Ontario, at a village entirely of Indians. We have been now nearly six months here, and are comfortably settled among the Indians. They are pretty well civilized, and we get along with them very well

. I have £50 a year as teacher of the boy's school, and my dear wife has £25 for instructing the girls in domestic affairs, who board and lodge with us; and we have a good house and garden rent free. I purpose writing again, when I will give you all particulars how we proceed, and also some account of the Indians.

There were many obstacles in the way of our obtaining this situation, particularly we were embarrassed with some debts which we could not leave unsettled. The principal one was a promissory note of £28, ten of which I had paid; but the parties failed, and it was put into the lawyer's hands for col

n, and the whole came against me. As the hand of the Lord was so apparent in the situation, it appeared to me that he would also clear the way. So I set about using what means I could with prayer. Here I was almost afraid of presumpa tion. Having the lease of a log house and stable which I had been trying to sell, but could find no purchaser, I resolved to go to Toronto, and sell it by auction for what it would fetch. On the road I was accosted by a man who I never saw before that I know of, who said, 'Do you want to sell that place of yours on the front road ?' I said, 'Yes;' and we immediately entered into an engagement for £33, just enough to pay my note and costs. The man had no money, but he had two promissory notes upon a respectable man, due six months hence. I could not take these until I had seen the lawyer, who held the said premises as security for my debt. We


therefore went together to him, and to my surprise he consented to take the man's notes, being intimate with one of the endorsers, and transacted the business on his own responsibility, giving me a receipt in full. Here is another instance of the infinite wisdom of God. It also shows his intimate acquaintance with all the minute circumstances of his people, however intricate and perplexing. I could relate several similar circumstances, but I am afraid I shall tire you. The way in which we got through our difficulties and entered on our new situation free, appears to us almost miraculous. Surely the review and relation of these things should lead us to rely, upon God in all the future trials and difficulties which we may meet with in this world, knowing that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

The writer of the above narrative has been thirteen years in Upper Canada, and has six young children.

Now let any man put all these things together, and then say if there be not reasons, and good reasons too, for believing, and believing firmly, that an unseen hand was at work managing matters for the poor sufferers, and opening a way for them out of their afflictions and troubles. Beside, why should not the wonderful Being who made all things be able to manage all things? Just as a man who makes a machine knows how to manage it.


It points the way to happiness unseen;
It purifies and makes the sinner clean;
It qualifies for everlasting bliss;
It animates the christian when remiss;
It breaks the stony, melts the rocky heart;
It rectifies the conduct when ath wart;
Displays the love of God to sinful man,
Which, without it, we ne'er could understand
By human wit or philosophic lore.
0, book of books, how precious is thy store !
How sweet thy truths, how rich, how full of life;
Calming all discontent, and care, and strife.
Be this our guide while here we pilgrims roam,

Be Christ, our all, his heaven our happy home.



Anecdotes and Selections.

NOTHING LOST BY KEEPING THE SABBATH.—The steam-boat Helen M'Gregor burst her boiler when starting from Memphis. When the explosion took place, there were between four and five hundred passengers on board. The scene was indescribablenearly one hundred lives were lost. “I was on board that boat," said a sailor, “just before that event took place. It was wonderful how I was led to quit the boat, at almost the very time of the awful occurrence. I have thought of it a thousand times, with gratitude to my Maker. My captain ordered me to assist in landing freight on the sabbath. This, I told him, I could not conscientiously do; as I had never done unnecessary work on the Lord'sday. The captain replied, “We have no sabbath here at the west in our business. “Very well,' I told him, 'as to myself, wherever I am, I endeavour to keep the sabbath.' • Procure some one in your stead, he then ordered. I said, “That I can't do: but pay me my wages, and I will leave the boat.' The captain did so, and I left his employ. However, I was soon after urged to come back again with a proffer of higher wages. I persisted in my refusal, and in a few days shipped at New Orleans for Europe. arrival, the first newspaper I took up contained an account of the dreadful destruction of life on board the Helen M'Gregor. I was truly thankful for my escape—it has taught me a lesson." It is recorded respecting a person who was saved from drowning, just as he was sinking the third time, that he said, every act of his past life appeared before him in rapid succession. How fearful the reflection, if the last act of your life should be a wilful violation of God's command to “Remember the sabbath-day to keep it holy."

On my

TEMPERANCE IN A King.–Our total abstinence friends are not, perhaps, generally, aware that Charles XII., the mad "King of Sweden," as he was called by some of his contemporaries, was a pledged man, though not a member of a teetotal society. Charles, as everybody knows, in the commencement of his career, drank to great excess. In one of his drunken bouts he so far overstepped the limits of propriety as to treat the queen, his mother, with great disrespect. The next day, on being informed of his rudeness, he took a glass of wine in bis hand, and repaired to the queen's room.

Madam," said he to her, “I have learned that yesterday, in my cups, I forgot myself towards you. I come to ask your pardon ; and to prevent recurrence of such a fault, I drink this glass to your health; it shall be the last during my life.” He kept his word, and from that day never tasted wine. We may add, by way of recommendation of the habit, that no king was known to undergo greater hardships, or enjoy better health, than this cold water monarch.


THE LATE POPE AND GASLIGHT.-When the chairman of a company formed for lighting Rome with gas waited on the Pope to obtain the required permission, Gregory indignantly asked, how_he presumed to desire a thing so utterly subversive of religion? The astonished speculator humbly stated, that he could not see the most distant connexion between religion and carburetted hydrogen. “Yes, but there is, sir,” shouted the Pope; “my pious subjects are in the habit of vowing candles to be burned before the shrines of saints. The glimmering candles would soon be rendered ridiculous by the contrast of the glaring gas-lights; and thus a custom so essential to everlasting salvation would fall into general contempt, if not total disuse." Aye, and the sooner the better!

THOUGHTS ON ETERNITY.–Dr. Bates says—“Suppose that the vast ocean were distilled drop by drop, but so slowly that a thousand years should pass between every drop, how many millions of years were required to empty it! Suppose that this great world in its full compass, from one pole to the other, and from the top of the firmament to the bottom, were to be filled with the smallest sand, but so slowly that every thousand years only a single grain should be added; how many millions would pass away before it were filled! If the immense surfaces of the heavens were filled with figures of numbers, without the least vacant space, and every figure signified a million, what created mind could tell their number, much less their value! Having these thoughts, I reply, the sea will be emptied drop by drop, the universe filled grain by grain, the numbers written on the heavens will come to an end, and how much of Eternity is spent? Nothing ; for infinitely more remains.” 0, traveller to the grave, forget not that we are journeying to that joy ful or dreadful Eternity. Its awful and infinite ages will roll for ever onward, while we exult in the blessings of salvation, or mourn their utter loss. O Eternity, whose countless years none but God comprehend! yet this Eternity is ours.

“Eternity by all or wish'd or fear'd,

Shall be by all or suffer'd or enjoy'd."
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.

Pike's Sermons. What is Your SOUL WORTH?-Have you ever tried to estimate its value? This is a great problem, and Christ himself has submitted it to you, that you may exercise your thoughts upon it for your own profit. How shall we compute the value of the soul ? All our ordinary modes of valuation fail us. You cannot set it over against houses or lands, silver or gold. Like the wisdom spoken of in scripture, “it cannot be valued with the gold of Ophir, with the precious onyx or the sapphire. The gold and the crystal cannot equal it; and the exchange of it shall not be for jewels or 'fine gold.” No, all such methods of valuation are rude and superficial, and they fail to touch the real point at issue. The


intrinsic worth of your soul to you as an individuals is to be estimated very much by its capacity on the one hand for happiness, and on the other for misery-by the blessedness to which it may attain, or the despair and gloom to which it may descend; and this, not for a moment, not for a passing day or year, but on the scale of an eternal existence. If you lose your soul it will not be by annihilation. It is in its very nature an eternal principle. If you lose your soul it will be by its inheriting for its portion for ever, despair instead of hope-sorrow instead of joy. What, then, is your soul worth? Will you not ponder this question, till the great realities it involves open upon your mind? Rest assured, that you can very safely drop some of the petty questions wbich now occupy your thoughts for calm and continued meditation upon this. One estimate, and one only, has been given of its value-it cost the blood of the Son of God to redeem it! Your soul did.

The Fireside.



Near London there dwelt an old couple: in early life they had been poor; but God blessed their industry, and they were living in retirement; when one day a stranger called on them to ask their subscription to a charity. The old lady had less religion than her husband, so when the visitor asked their contribution she interposed, and said, “Why, sir, we bave lost a dreat deal by religion since we first began; my husband knows that very well; have we not, Thomas ?"

After a short pause, Thomas answered, “ Yes, Mary, we have; before I got religion, Mary, I had an old slouched hat, a tattered coat, and mended shoes and stockings; but I have lost them long ago. And, Mary, you know, that poor as I I had a habit of getting drunk and quarrelling with you; and that, you know, I have lost. And then I had a wicked heart, a burdened conscience, and a thousand guilty fears; but áll are lost, completely lost, like a millstone cast into the deepest sea. And, Mary, you have been a loser too, though not so great a loser as myself. Before we got religion, Mary, you had a washing tray, in which you washed for hire; but since then you have lost your washing tray : and you had a gown and bonnet much the worse for wear, but you have lost them long ago: and you had many an aching heart concerning me at times; but these you happily have lost: and I could even wish that you had lost as much as I have lost, for what we

se by religion will be an everlasting gain." The inventory of losses by religion runs thus:-A bad character—a guilty conscience—à troublesome temper-sundry evil habits—and a set of wicked companions. The inventory of blessings gained by religion includes all that is worth having in time and eternity.

« ForrigeFortsett »