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cedar, I could afford shelter to God's weary sheep at noonday, and the fowls of heaven should sing among my branches."

It said, "If I were even strong, I might bear some burden, or serve a purpose as a peg, a bolt, or a pin, in God's great building that is going up. But so unsightly, so weak, so small !"

me, and I in you.

A voice said to it,-"Abide in He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit." And so it rested in faith, homely and even apparently doing nothing.

It was not long until a glory of leaves crowned it (Ps. cxix. 4), and in God's time I saw the heavy fruit it bore.

The little twig rejoiced as passers-by admired the fruit, and praised the tree; and it dropped the fruit as though it had not borne it, and waited again on God, barren, unseemly, and fruitless, all through the frosty winter.

What a waiting on God was that! What a faith still to "abide," when it could not feel one drop of the tree's life blood; and reckon itself alive, though chill blasts smote it, and coats of ice wrapped it round. But it abode, and in due time it rejoiced in a wealth of leaves, and bore again the luscious, heavy fruit.-Earnest Christian.

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impressions. The Sabbathschool was his delight; he always loved his teacher; was very attentive; and took great interest in the instruction given. Some months before his death, he joined the Church and became a consistent member. But the rose when just beginning to open, was plucked by the Saviour, and removed to a more genial clime.

Walter's affliction—which ended in his death (gastric fever)-was a very painful one, but he was as patient. and as happy as an angel; for he sweetly talked of Jesus and about going to live with him for ever; and whenever his strength would allow, he would sing,Beautiful Canaan just before, &c.

When talked to about hea

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was to God for help. the day of his death he asked his parents if they could see the heavenly hosts that were then in the room; and asked them to sing for him. They sang,

There is a land of pure delight

Where saints immortal reign Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain. His father being afraid he would not be able to talk with them up to the last, told him to put up his hands if it were well with him at the last, which he did, and fell asleep in Jesus aged seventeen years. JOHN MOORF.

HOW HE LOOKED.

Varieties.

A person in Maryland, who was addicted to drunkenness, hearing a considera

ble uproar in his kitchen one night, had the curiosity to the step without noise to door to know what was the

matter, when he found his servants indulging in the most unbounded roars of laughter at a couple of negro boys who were mimicking himself in his drunken fits as how he reeled and staggered, how he looked, and nodded, and hiccoughed, and tumbled. tures which these children of nature drew of him, and which had filled the rest with such inexhaustible merriment, struck him with so salutary a digust, that from that night he became a perfectly sober man, to the great joy of his wife and children.

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UP IN A BALLOON.

As we rise, the view below grows more 'expansive, but, at the same time, it appears to flatten. The hills are planed down, the valleys are filled up, and the rich undulations and inequalities which contribute SO much to the picturesque are in a great measure lost to the aerial eye. We seem to be hovering over a huge variegated ordnance map, tinted for the most part with green: its rivers looking like

silver ribbons, its railways like ruled lines, its woods represented by patches of verdure, and its towns exhibiting grooves or gutters for streets; and kitchen areas for squares.

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This effect is the more striking when we look perpendicularly down upon tall, slender objects, like steeples, pillars, or elevated statues. The monument of London becomes a mere gilded speck on the pavement. The hapless column in the Place Vendome, now overthrown by the hands of Frenchmen themselves, was described by an aeronaut as a kind of 'pin stuck head downwards in a cushion." A view of the statue of Napoleon, as seen from on high, is given by M. Flammarion, and presents a ludicrous picture, the figure being crushed into a sort of black amorphous lump, which would be utterly unintelligible were it not that the shadow exhibits something of the human form, and not inaptly sug gests some strong reflections respecting the fallen fortunes of the imperial dynasty.

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pilgrim way, His lov-ing hand has brought me.

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Help me tell the sto-ry, Of Him who did re

deem us, The Lord of life and

Can there overtake me

Any dark disaster,

While I sing for Jesus,

My blessed, blessed, Master

O help me sing, &c.

I will sing for Jesus!

His name alone prevailing,

Shall be my sweetest music,

When heart and flesh are failing.

O! help me sing, &c.

Still I'll sing for Jesus!

O! how will I adore him,

Among the cloud cf witnesses,

Who cast their crowns before him.

O help me sing, &c.

glory.

ALPHA AND OMEGA. ALPHA and Omega!

Be thou my first and last:

The source whence I descend,
The joy to which I tend,

When earth is past.

Open my waking eyes,
And fill them with thy light;
For thee each plan begun,
In thee each duty done,

Close them at night.

Enfold me when asleep,

Let soft dews from above

Refresh the long day's toil,
Wash off the worldly soil,

And strengthen love.

Men speak of four last things;
Death and the judgment hall,

Hell, and the heaven so fair:
But thou, O Lord, art there,
Beyond them all.

There is no "last" with thee,
But only our last sins,

Last sorrows, and last tears,
Last sicknesses, last fears,

Then joy begins:

Joy without bound or end,
Concentric circles bright,

Spreading from round thy throne,
Flowing from thee alone,

O Love! O Light!

Lay thy right hand of power

In blessings on my brow;

Heaven's keys are in thy hand,
Its portals open stand,

I fear not new.

Lead thou me gently in,

Thou who through death hast passed;

Then bring me to thy throne,

For thee I seek alone,

My first, and last.

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