ation, believing that her life was to be saved, she became almost as fearless ess as if she had been changed into a winged creature. Again her feet touched stones and earth.-The psalm was hushed--but a tremulous sobbing voice was close beside her, and lo! a she-goat, with two little kids at her feet! Wild heights,' thought she, do these creatures climb, but the dam will lead down her kid by the easiest paths; for oh, even in the brute creatures, what is the holy power of a mother's love!' turning round her head, she kissed her sleeping baby, and for the first time she wept.

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Overhead frowned the front of the precipice, never touched before by human hand or foot. No one had ever dreamt of scaling it; and the golden eagles knew that well in their instinct, as, before they built their eyrie, they had brushed it with their wings. But all the rest of this part of the mountain side, though scarred, and d seamed, and chasmed, was yet accessible and more than one person in the parish had reached the bottom of the Glead's-Cliff. Many were now attempting it, and ere the cautious mother had followed her dumb guides a hundred yards through, among dangers that, although enough; to. terrify the stoutest heart, were traversed by her without a shudder, the head of one man appeared, and then the head of another, and she knew that God h 1 had delivered her and her child in safety, into the care of their fellow creatures, es. Not a a word was spoken-eyes said enough; she hushed her friends with her hands, and with uplifted eyes, pointed to the guides sent to her by heaven. Small green plats, where those creatures nibble the wild flowers, became now more frequent; trodden lines, almost as easy as sheep-paths, showed

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that the dam had not led her young into danger; and now the brushwood dwindled away into straggling shrubs, and the party stood I on a a little eminence above the stream, and forming part of the strath. There had been trouble and agitation, much sobbing and many tears among the multitude, while the mother was scaling the cliffs,-sublime was the shout that echoed afar, the moment she reached the eyrie ; and now that her salvation was sure, the great crowd rustled like a wind-swept wood.

And for whose sake was all this alternation of agony? A poor humble creature, unknown to many even by name one who had but few friends, nor wished for more-contented to work all day, here, there, any where, that she might be able to support her aged mother and her little child, and who, on Sabbath, took her seat in an obscure pew, set apart for paupers ers in the kirk! ***

Fall back, and give her fresh air,' said the old minister of the parish; and the circle of close faces widened round her, lying as in death. 'Gi'e me the bonny bit bairn into my arms," cried first one n mother, and then another; and it was tenderly handed round the circle of kisses, many of the snooded maidens bathing its face in tears. There's no a single scratch about the puir innocent; for the eagle, you see, maun ha'e stuck it's talons into the long claes and the shawl. Blin, blin maun they be! who see not the finger o' God in this thing."

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Hannah started up from her swoon, looking wildly round, and cried, Oh, the bird, the bird! the eagle, the eagle The ea eagle has carried off my bonny wee Walter!-is there nane to pursue?' A neighbour put her baby into her breast; and shutting

her eyes, and smiting her forehead, the sorely bewildered creature said in a low voice, 'Am I wauken? O tell me if I'm wauken; or if a' this be the wark o' a fever, and the delirium o' a dream?'

THE Conversation turning on the duty of ministers taking every opportunity for profitable conversation, even when walking on the road, an instance was given of one who was turning these thoughts in his mind, when he met a beggar. He spoke to him, and said, 'Where are you bound, my poor man?' . Oh, it's I that is bound! A'nt I on the road of stations for my sins?' 'Well, I hope you find comfort.' Comfort! no; but it's worse and worse with me; I confess every week, but no comfort for me.' I see,' said the clergyman, that you have passed the true station, where there is full comfort; for Christ says, "Come unto me all ye that travail, and are heavy laden.” After a little more conversation, the poor man cried, 'All the rest of the world treads down my heart but you where do you live?' The clergyman said, 'Come and see.' The poor fellow did so; and from that time embraced the truth, which comforted him till he died.-Private Letter from Ireland.

WE have had some communications on this subject, of which it may suffice to give an abstract; as they do not require to be inserted at length.

Miss Gauntlett mentions having discovered a slight error in her former statement, which she requests to eorrect, as follows:- Although my father was in truth the party through whose means Dr. Johnson became possessed of the letters' to Mr. Teedon; yet I find, on reference to his correspondence, they were not, as I mentioned, forwarded by himself, but under his direction, and at his suggestion, by Mr. Killingworth. At the same time, he apprized Dr. Johnson that Mr. K. sent the letters by his request; and that he had retained copies of them, which he had some intention of publishing." Miss Gauntlett justly adds that this account is not virtually inconsistent with her former statement; and that the difference is certainly immaterial to the charge preferred by A Reprover; ' yet to avoid the possible suspicion of any intentional misrepresentation, she wishes it to be inserted; and we most cheerfully comply.

On the other hand, Reprover' wishes to withdraw the obnoxious word 'surreptitiously,' as being under any circumstances too harsh for the occasion; although it was his decided conviction that the continued entreaty of Cowper's kinsman for that entire suppression, to which Miss Gauntlett also alludes,

had been tacitly acceded to. We apprehend that the foregoing extract from that lady's recent letter, will set the question at rest, by proving that Dr. Johnson was aware he had, in reality, gained nothing by securing the original letters; although it was evidently for the purpose of preventing any publication that he so anxiously sought their possession. No stain whatever attaches to the character of the excellent at man, whose whose daughter has so promptly stepped forward to explain the transaction; and the very fact of his having, to the hour of his death, kept those papers unpublished, bespeaks a tardiness in doing what he might really have purposed, on the ground of unquestioned right, to do which we would fain attribute to a reluctant delicacy withholding the exposure of a brother's malady. We took our stand on ground from which we are not likely to be driven the inexpediency of such exposure. While affectionately sympathizing in Miss Gauntlett's filial feelings, we must still dissent from the view taken of these letters as being fit evidence to prove that Cowper's melancholy arose from mental derangement, and not from any peculiarity in his religious. views. These documents appear to us calculated to produce an opposite impression: to one unacquainted with the facts of Cowper's early history, previous to his conversion, they would rather seem to imply a degree of morbid sensibility in spiritual thingsand in spiritual things alone-amounting to insanity. They would wear the aspect of a monomania, which might very well consist with perfect rationality on all other subjects. And is not this precisely the view that an enemy of the gospel would desire us to take? Is it not the oldest, and to this day the most

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