Enquiries and Correspondence.

Christ's Coming.

DEAR SIR,-Will you be so kind as to explain how Mark xiii. 32, is to be reconciled with, "I and my father are one." John x. 30. And, is any faith to be placed in the numerous calculations of the present day as to the second coming of Christ.

Both are

Christ and the Father are not one in every sense. God, but both did not become man. To merge all distinctions between the two would be to neutralize the entire scheme of salvation.

Christ had a certain mission entrusted to Him upon earth, and in the first text referred to, he only intends to say that it formed no part of such mission to reveal the day or the hour anticipated in the context.

In the second text, he shows that his Father and Himself are one in purpose, and that those who are made His by the Gospel, have not only his own protection, but are "kept by the power of God, through faith, unto salvation." (1 Pet. i. 5.)

We attach very little importance to any of the predictions of Christ's second coming which are abroad in the world. Our great object is, to cultivate that special and constant visitation of our own souls, which he Has promised to those who hear his voice, and open their hearts for His reception. (Rev. iii. 20.)

Judgment.

A. U. would be much obliged to the Editor of the Youths' Magazine if, in the number for June he would explain the exact meaning of the word "judgment," in John ix. 39.

We see no reason to interpret the term in any other than its ordinary sense-the administration or distribution of justice. The Pharisees had just been offended by our Saviour's miracle of restoring sight to the blind man; and he makes it the occasion of rectifying a great mistake in furtherance of this object, by hinting that these very men who thought themselves not only the most enlightened, but the enlighteners of others, were really more blind than the poor man they had recently excommunicated.

POETRY.

666

HYMN.

Every morning the red sun
Rises warm and bright;
But the evening cometh on,
And the dark, cold night.
There's a bright land far away,
Where 'tis everlasting day.

666 'Every spring the sweet young flowers
Open fresh and gay,

Till the chilly autumn hours

Wither them away.

There's a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.

"Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long;

But in colder, shorter days
They forget their song.
There's a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.

"Christ the Lord is ever near

Those who follow him;
But we cannot see him here,
For our eyes are dim.
There is a most happy place,
Where men always see his face.

"Who shall go to that fair land?
All who love the right:

Holy children there shall stand

In their robes of white.

For that heaven, so bright and blest,

Is our everlasting rest.'"

Green's Addresses to Children.

ANSWERS TO THE ENIGMA. p. 144.

Self-righteousness! I tremble at the theme-
Self-righteousness!-'tis like a maniac's dream,
The righteousness of those, who from their birth,
Have held affections bound to sin and earth!
Answer, Self-righteous One!—if thou canst stand
Array'd in thy own robes, at God's right hand
And claim eternal glory as thine own-
For what did He who died for all atone?

Oh! 'tis beyond the creature's power to scan
Salvation's mighty, priceless, glorious plan,
In vain the unbelieving heart may strive
T' embrace the Saviour's righteousness and live,
Till God's own Spirit with almighty ray
Breaks forth, and turns its darkness into day—
Yet faint not, halt not, linger not behind,

The word is sure, that "all who seek shall find.”
West Brixton.

B.

Whilst all I am and have-my Self-I bring
To claim thy Righteousness, my Lord and King!
Cast me not off, nor let me of mine own
Presume to offer aught before thy throne,
Conscious, that urgent as my suit may be
Self-righteousness must neutralize my plea.

ENIGMA.

He heard unmoved the cry of blood
From savage thousands burst,
And joyful hail'd the martyr's crown
Supported by my first.

My second lit the sufferer's eye

With a calm smile serene,

As far above the gathering flames,
His diadem was seen.

My third, the greatest of the three,
Wax'd mightier still in death,

As calling mercy on his foes,
The saint resign'd his breath.

Brightest of heav'nly gifts on earth
The glorious trio shine-

And if thou wouldst be blest indeed,
Reader! let all be thine.

Answers in verse are requested.

LIFE'S WAYSIDE FLOWERS.
A pleasant look, a cheerful tone,
An answer mild and kind-
A sympathizing glance of love,
Are treasures to the mind.
-They are the way-side flowers of life
That make our path more bright,—
They glad the pilgrim's sinking heart,
And thrill it with delight.

How grateful to the drooping plant
Is eve's refreshing dew,

And gentle words to friends around

Are as enlivening too.

They lighten much the weary load
Of worldly care and woe,

And o'er our toilsome onward course
Sweet gleams of sunshine throw.

Amid the strife of active life

They nerve the soul to bear

The tasks and heavy trials sad
Which oft assail it there.

Then culture thou these way-side flowers,

They will repay thee well,

For those alone, for whom they smile,

Farnham.

Their passing worth can tell.

E. J. T.

ANNIE WHITE.