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HE Snows of And next? Ah, hush! do not ask me; you say many a win
it is long ago, ter lie white Forty-nigh upon fifty years.— Yes, dearie, I on my fur- know, I know;
rowed brow, But those winsome childish faces shine bright in My home was my memory still,
once full of Twin babies I buried side by side-Elsie and
Then came, when my heart seemed breaking, to
nestle within my breast, of the children My beautiful, bonnie wee Donald, fairer than al) with sadness, or
the rest; fear, or joy,
And he never gave me a heartache, but only the My heart with fondest purest joy,
memory turns to Do- Till th’ regiment came and marched away, taking
nald, my soldier-boy. my soldier-boy. There's Jenny, my eldest-born, my And dark was the house without him, and daughter so grave and wise,
troubled my anxious heart, She always looked on the young ones with almost Much as 1 lovedI scarcely guessed how hard it a mother's eyes.
would be to partOne winter, when I was sick, she cared for them To part, and to feel how slender a hope coulu every one
the future yield, Donald was only a baby, my dear little soldier- For the safety of my dear laddie on the perilous
battle-field. And then there came Harold and Jamie, with But on that fateful morning, when I read in the only a year between,
list of “killed ” As splendid a pair of brothers as ever your eyes The name of my boy, “shot dead” at the post
he so bravely filled, They are both away in Australia, doing well, I I was not alone in my sorrow; many a mother's am told,
eye And coming home rich to “mother”—they for- Was tracing, with mine, beloved names, and get I am growing old.
bidding the last hope die. And next there's steady old Malcolm, he'd never “ Hope die!” did I say? Ah! never; hope a wish to roam,
beckons me up on bigh, But cares for his poor old mother up here in our Where no field is red with battle, and no breakHighland home;
ing heart shall sigh; God bless my dutiful laddie! my heart would be Where bands of beloved ones gather, and partfull of joy,
ings for ever cease, But for the sorrowful yearning for Donald, my In our Father's many mansions, the home of the soldier-boy.
Prince of Peace.
FRAGMENTS. A FRIEND quoted a saying of old Fuller's: “He will. To hear His voice, then we have truth. that falls into sin is a man; he that grieves at sin To know His love, then we have peace. To do is a saint; he that boasts of sin is a devil.” My His will, then we have usefulness--and all leading father replied, "Only one thing more—He that to glory, honour, immortality, and eternal life.”forgives sin is God.”—Dr. Marsh's Life, by his Ibid. Daughter.
What a difficult thing, says one, when you . Of two Christian friends, in a letter to his believe in a free gift of salvation, where to put daughter, he said: “Both are seeking to hear their good works. Why, the answer is, “ Put them in Saviour's voice, to know His love, and to do His your life.”—Ibid.
HOM A s the Providence of God's Spirit to awaken
power as a when the bodily crisis was past, a Kilmany Church.
preacher, spiritual one supervened. And when-at and for practical philanthropy he stands last, after months of severe struggle, he pre-eminent in his generation. His came forth from his sick chamber, it was nature, alike in gift and grace, was cast evident he had come under the power of in a large mould. Great in what he deep spiritual convictions. His life prespoke and wrote, greater still in what sented a painful retrospect :-God ache did, and greatest of all in what he knowledged in name yet practically diswas, he grew into a mighty spiritual and allowed, and His claims met with meagre evangelical force throughout the land. attention. Oh! the misery of the
And yet to Chalmers, when ordained thought! in early manhood over the parish of Kil
So fares it with the sinner when he feels many, the Gospel was largely a sealed
A growing sense of judgment at his heels. book. For years the ministry was but his The law grown clamorous, though silent. long, profession; science and philosophy were Arraigns him, charges him with every wrong; ħis chosen pursuits. The responsibilities of
Asserts the rights of an offended Lord,
And death or restitution is the word. pulpit and pastorate gave him small con
The last impossible, he fears the first, cern. The message of life he was com
And having ill-deserved, expects the worst. missioned to preach continued very much a dead letter. To himself it was an It was not, however, so much with the unsolved enigma, about which he even terrors as with the demands of the law, had no curiosity. Not that he was un- Chalmers had to deal. He had obtained faithful to such lights as he had—there a lofty view of the Divine requirements; was always about him a noble sincerity and there glowed within him an ardent and simplicity of character—but though desire to regulate his life under a high never inculcating what he did not himself presiding sense of responsibility to God. believe, nor withholding any part of his He felt the overpowering necessity of own religious notions, he laboured away getting right in the sight of Heaven, at a morality void enough of “Jesus and of meeting the urgent calls of his Christ and Him crucified.”
awakened conscience. His sense of sin But there came a momentous and an made him eagerly look to the Redeemer's abiding change. And, as in the case work for removal of guilt; but in order of Manasseh and others, it was some to secure this forgiveness he thought he startling experiences that were used in must ingratiate himself with God, and
approve and commend himself by earnest of His mercy, as the Jew would say, and, efforts after a better state of things than as the Romanist would add, He will do his former life could show. He was very this for us out of Christ's merits, or the much in the position of a pious though good works of the saints. On this partially enlightened Jew or Roman method, it is ourselves, and our own
Catholic, turning to God with all sin- doings that come first, the Divine mercy, cerity, but whose theory of salvation is or the Saviour's work being brought in this — We must do the best we can in the as only supplementary, to "give weight” way of pleasing God, and what we are to our own penitent endeavours. This is deficient in, we hope God will make up that going about to establish our own
righteousness, which is incompatible with do without it.” The passage in Wilbersubmission to the righteousness of God. force to which he refers, is this, “There By this snare was Chalmers entangled are, it is to be apprehended, not a few for more than a year. During all this time, who, having thought little or at all about he strove with all his might to keep pace religion, have become at length sensible, with his new and high views of Heaven's as they look into themselves, that they requirements; but conscience and law must have offended God. They resolve seemed to “keep far ahead of him with a accordingly to set about the work of kind of overmatching superiority to all reformation. But all their endeahis efforts.” He then had recourse to vours are foiled . . . They are pursuing Christ's work and merits to patch up his the right object, but not in the right way. deficiencies; but without any comfort. Holiness is not to precede thorough reHis was inappeasable disquietude of heart, conciliation to God and to its cause, but. till at last he felt he was putting him to follow it and be its effect. When a self in a false position. The law requires sinner with an awakened conscience perfect righteousness. To see this is to begins to realise that sin is a violashut the sinner up into Christ as the end of tion of Divine law, he adopts strenuous the law for righteousness to every one that measures to bring himself up to his new believeth. Enlightenment and enlarge- standard, mortifying sinful propensities, ment came to Chalmers when the sense attending to neglected though unpleaof his own utter insufficiency drove him to sant duties, and working himself up into the all-sufficiency of Christ's righteousness. religious feeling. But the more he
“ The effect of a long confinement struggles, the less comfort he gets. Like upon myself,” he says, " was to inspire the undischarged bankrupt, whose whole me with a set of very strenuous resolu- earnings are needed for interest, without tions, under which I wrote a journal and even touching the old debt, he feels made many a laborious effort to elevate growing drag on all his activities. When, my practice to the standard of the Divine however, he sees how the demands of the requirements. During this course, how- law are all met, and adjusted by virtue ever, I got little satisfaction and felt no of Christ's perfect and available righteousrepose. I remember that somewhere ness, what a change in his relations and about the year 1811, I had Wilberforce's in his spirit! Christ has redeemed him 'View' put into hands, and as I got on in from being under the law. He no longer reading it, felt myself on the eve of a underlies its condemning sent He great revolution in all my opinions about no longer works under the trammels of Christianity. I am now most thoroughly legal servitude. Like the Lord's freedof opinion, and it is an opinion founded man, be has within himself a loyal aton experience, that on the system. Do tachment to that law which now protects this and live,' no peace and no true and him, and no longer dogs his weary footworthy obedience can ever be attained. steps. With a restored and filial heart
The righteousness we try to work he delights in the law of the Lord after out for ourselves eludes our impotent the inward man. He serves no longer in grasp, and never can a soul arrive at true the oldness of the letter, but in newness and permanent rest in the pursuit of this of the Spirit, with gracious resources object. The righteousness of Christ now within his reach. He has found the which is of God by faith, secures our ac- true point of departure. He is no more ceptance with God, and gives us a part in a mercenary drudge, but a free-born son. and a hold upon those sanctifying in- This fluences by which we are enabled to do
Changes a slave into a child, and duty into with aid from on high what we can never choice.'"
LESSONS FROM THE STREETS.
By the Rev. W. PARK, M.A. SOMETIMES, as we pass through a busy There is a well-known public building thoroughfare, we see the centre of the in the centre of my own town which is surstreet broken up, and looking down into rounded by trees. The warm air which the opening that has been made, curious a thousand chimneys breathe out on every secrets are disclosed to view. Pipes, side of them stimulates their growth. great and small, lie side by side, or one They are always the first to waken at the above another, sending forth frequent voice of spring, and break out in leaf;
branches to the right hand and the left. while in the fields and hedges, the shrubs "These are the arteries and veins of the and trees are only sending out little buds great city, which bring to the houses a to see if the time has come to rise from supply of water and of light, and carry their winter sleep, these trees are already away again what is useless or impure. A clad in green, and refresh the eye by man may walk for years along that street, their early verdure. But the very heat and know nothing of all that lies under which stimulates exhausts them. The his feet. But there is someone who knows dust of the busy streets soon darkens where every pipe lies, and can point out their fresh beauty, and before a leaf the very spot at which the workmen are almost has fallen from their brethren to break up the soil to find it.
who inhabit the open country, these trees That city street—it is the human heart. are bare. Early blooming, early fading There are many secrets there of which-such is their story year by year. our neighbours know little. I pass men There are some people who are very atday by day for years, and I never catch a tractive at first, but they do not improve glimpse of those streams of joy or sorrow, on long acquaintance, their sympathy of hope or fear, of faith or doubt, which and kindness, soon fade away beneath are pulsating to and fro within them. the burning sun of trial.
There are Some day these secret things are brought quick and clever children who can easily forth suddenly, it may be by some ca- distance all their fellows; but they want lamity which breaks up the life. My sur- diligence and perseverance, and soon fall
prise is great; still greater my sorrow, behind. It is not always the man who that I did not know of it sooner, so as to begins business with the greatest flourish offer sympathy and help. I will try to of trumpets who comes in first in the race remember how little I know of my neigh- for riches. Many seem to enter on the bour's inner life, so as to judge him work of the Christian life with great cautiously and kindly. But I rejoice to enthusiasm and energy, and are ready to think--though to some men perhaps it is condemn others who move more slowly; a thought of terror—that there is One to but their first love grows cold, their self whom the secrets of every life lie open. denial slackens, and their influence seems He can lay his finger on every secret somehow to melt away. On the whole, I thing. He can mend what is broken. He like best those who begin modestly, adcan suit His grace to every special need. vance steadily—even though it be slowly O, that my inner life may be lived_con- -making sure of every step, as they protinually beneath His eye! “O Lord, ceed, and who grow more pure, unselfish, thou hast searched me, and known me ... and useful every day. Such is the history Search me, O God, and know my heart of a true Christian. He is a tree planted
and lead me in the way everlasting.” in the garden of the Lord; his leaf does