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ruin health; but in heaven we shall pleasure, what comfort in their greatness, find blessings in their purity without and what fruit in all their labours ? If any ingredient to embitter, with every you would be better satisfied what the thing to sweeten them. Oh! who is beautiful vision means, my request is, able to conceive the inexpressible, in- that you would live holily, and go

and conceivable joys that are there! None see. but those who have tasted of them. Disjointed exclamations followed, by Lord help us to put such a value upon which it is supposed he contrasted the them here, that in order to prepare joy of the saints with the agony of the ourselves for them, we may be willing to damned, and his last recorded words forego the loss of all those degrading were: “Saints in the world to come!” pleasures here. How will the heavens Then John Bunyan entered the river, and echo their joy, when the Bride the those who watched presently knew that Lamb's wife shall come to dwell with he had passed over to the other side. her husband for ever! Christ is the And so he died, and was buried in a Desire of Nations, the joy of angels, the vault, belonging to Strudwick, in Bunhill delight of the Father—what solace then Fields, the good man extending, his must that soul be filled with, that hath hospitality to his tomb. There is a possession of Him to all eternity. recumbent figure of Bunyan on the new

“Oh! what acclamations of joy will stone that covers it, but on the old there be when all the children of God oblong stone, of modest pretensions, the shall meet together, without fear of first inscription is: “Here lyes the body being disturbed by the anti-christian of Mr. John Bunyan, author of the and carnish blood ! 'Is there not a time Pilgrim's Progress,' aged 59, who dyed coming where the godly may ask the August 17, 1688." wicked what profit they have in their

J. B. FRENCH.

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Now, with triumphal palms they stand

The Lamb who dwells amidst the throne Before the throne on high,

Shall o'er them still preside, And serve the God they love, amidst

Feed them with nourishment divine, The glories of the sky.

And all their footsteps guide.
'Midst pastures green he'll lead his flock

Where living streams appear ;
And God the Lord from every eye

Shall wipe off every tear.

BEING TRUSTFUL.

WAS sitting, one af- | along towards the common, too com>

ternoon last spring, pletely absorbed in her own little childish in a pretty country world of fancies to notice that she was garden bathed in wandering away from her home into an spring sunshine ; unknown region. I got up from my seat to

all around me was watch the tiny wanderer, and to be ready the smell offlowers,

and the pleasant

of country life. Primroses

and violets nestled in the

soft turf at my feet, tall yellow daffodils nodded gaily in the wind, whilst richly-scented wall-flowers clustered against the garden fence. Beyond this fence stretched a wide breezy common almost covered with yellow gorse in full bloom, above which a lark was pouring forth a “rain of melody.” A book lay on my knee, but my eyes wandered from it constantly to note the white clouds floating slowly across the blue sky overhead, or to watch a lark as it mounted "higher still and higher” towards the sun it loves. Presently my attention was attracted by a soft murmuring song that chimed in pleasantly

Guinhawa with all the other happy sounds around

I looked to see whence this sound came, and just on the other to offer help when she awoke from her side of my garden fence I spied a wee baby dreaming. I had not long to wait; toddling child, but little more than a year checked in her walk by a miniature ditch old, who, holding a ragged doll in one that crossed the common a yard or two hand, was cooing happily as she trotted beyond my garden, the child stopped,

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looked up, and seeing no sign of her of need is ever outstretched towards us, home and belongings sat despairingly walk in the path that He would have us down upon the grass and raised a gentle tread, back towards our home, how far but piteous cry of “Mammy, mammy!" more peaceful and contented our lives Before, however, the cry could become here below might be. But we too often too piteous, I went towards her, holding will not see the proffered hand; we do not out my hand and saying, “Shall I take want to go the way it would lead us, and you home?” I advanced cautiously and we sit in our blindness, and fight and spoke softly, for I half feared the appear- lament for the things that only take us ance of a total stranger would only add farther astray. The little child thought to the grief and terror of the child, whose she was alone and lost upon what, to her home, though but a hundred yards away, infant mind, seemed a boundless lonely was to that baby mind an impassable common; but God had provided a guiding gulf

. There was no need to fear; directly hand to take her safely home; and it is I spoke the despairing cry subsided into the same with all, old and young, rich a satisfied sound that I took for assent; and poor, no soul cries to Him in need the little thing got up from the ground, without the answering hand being outand, clutching my outstretched hand with stretched; but the need must be heartfelt perfect trust, trotted confidingly beside the cry must be the cry of a soul in me back to her home, hugging her ragged trouble; and if the answer is not just doll in her other arm and singing softly what we expected, even as it was not the to herself as before.

mother that came in answer to the child's I have often thought since of the faith plaint, we should try and accept it and trust of that little child ; if we could promptly, and follow the way we are led only imitate it, and, taking the guiding with the simple faith of a little child. hand of God, which in Christ in our hours

ELLEN HOPKINS.

Lessons for the Sundays of the Month and Christmas Day.

DECEMBER.

MORNING.

EVENING. 6. 2nd Sunday in Advent.

Isaiah v.

Isaiah xi. to v. 11 or xxiv. 2 Peter iii.

John xv. 13. 3rd Sunday in Advent.

Isaiah xxv.

Isaiah xxvi. or xxviii. v. 5 to v. 19. 1 John v.

John xix, v. 25. 20. 4th Sunday in Advent. Isaiah xxx. to v. 27.

Isaiah xxxii. or xxxiii. v. 2 to v. 23. Revelation vi.

Revelation vii. 25. Christmas Day.

Isaiah is. to v. 8.

Isaiah yii. v. 10 to v. 17.
Luke ii. to v. 15.

Titus iii. v. 4 to v. 9. 27. 1st Sun. after Christmas. Isaiah xxxv. or Ex, xxxiii. v. 9. Isaiah xxxviii. or xl. or Isaiah vi.

John xii. v. 23 to v. 36. Revelation i.

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NAMES.

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KHE Mongols are Others beside the Mongols are given

very fond of giving to bestowing good names on their offtheir children fine spring. How many lads bear the names names, “Myriad of Luther, Knox, Carey, and Marten, who Joy," " Level Joy,” never follow at all in the steps of those “Meritorious," they are called after ? “Strong,"

The giving of good names is all right, lived," and many more but it is more important to give a child names they give, hop- a good training than a good name, ing, perhaps, by giv- and if the name to remind

ing a name, to secure parent and child of what the bringing to the possessor some of the things sig- up and life should be, it will serve a nified by the word. And these names good end. are often misnomers. Quite likely the It is distressing to see a child with a first “Myriad Joy” you met would have good name getting a bad training, and his state more truly indicated if he bore more distressing still to see a man, the name of “Myriad Misery," and the bearing the hallowed name of some old first “ Level Joy" you see is continually saint, make shipwreck of faith and be a being plunged into depths of sorrow. castaway. " Meritorious may be a prodigal, A name is little more than a label, and

Strong.” an invalid, and “Long-lived" when a good name is given, let the thing may die in his youth.

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„HEN you From your table that groans with its plenty, gaze on

Where you gather your loved ones all, your smil- Do you banish the thought of dreary homes ing circle Where no Christmas blessing can fall ? Bythe light Or is there a soft mist in your eyes of your As you think of the tables spread, Christmas Where, but for thy God's good gift through thee,

hearth, There were empty boards instead. Do you close

Is the joy that fills your heart to-night
your eyes on For earth's good gifts ta'en or given,

visions dark
Of the sorrows and O'er a treasure safe in heaven?

But an earnest of your deeper bliss

sins of earth? Or does the light of your fire to-night

Then to you has come the joy of those

Who the Christ-like life would live,
Bring a sweet strange joy to you?
The light that lightens your children's eyes

Blessed in the gifts they take from Him,

Thrice blessed in those they give. Has brightened some dark home too.

M. P.

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LESSONS BY THE WAY.

By the Rev. W. PARK, M.A.

OME years ago, I family or in a congregation which have was travelling from long been wrapped in the sleep of worldHolyhead to Lon- liness or indifference, how eagerly it is don by night. It watched for by God's servants, and what was summer; and joy it. brings ! First one, and then the time of dark- another and another, who seemed hard ness was was very and hopeless, are heard asking, what brief. I sat all night must Iodo to be saved ? Thank God!

at the window, look- exclaims the pastor or the Christian ing out. For three or four hours after parent, He has not forgotten His promidnight, we seemed to be passing mises; men's hearts are stirred; the through a country of the dead. There Gospel is eagerly listened to; and the was no light in the houses ; no smoke Lord adds daily to the Church those that was rising from the chimneys; there are being saved. were no workers in the fields. I well It is the light that wakens men, the remember the first human being I saw light of divine truth, made to shine into that morning; it was a woman who had the heart by the life-giving Spirit of come to a field beside the railway line God. My reader, would it not be a to dig or reap. Soon after, a man was happy thing if the good work, in your seen looking after cattle; then doors home or neighbourhood, were to begin began to open, smoke to rise, carts to with you? What a joy to be wakened to creep along the roads; and soon the tide see Christ and the life and immortality of life and work, which had ebbed away He has brought to light, while others out of sight, returned with all its ancient are asleep around you, and then to be force. The reign of night and sleep was the means of wakening your fellows ! over; the work and movement of another o that the tide of gospel truth might day had begun.

flow in upon us and lift us up and carry The first sign of returning life, what us forwards; and then that it might rise a delightful thing! On yonder bed lies and swell all around us, not like the flood one whose case seems hopeless, and who of Noah, bringing death to thousands, appears to be sinking fast into un- but like the waters of Ezekiel's vision, consciousness and death. But even as bringing life and blessing, everything we gaze upon him, the eyes of the sick being made to “live whither the river man open, a look of intelligence and of cometh !” recognition overspreads his face, and his A few weeks ago, I was driving, with tongue is loosed. “ Where am I? Have a companion, along one of the hilly roads I long been sick ? Have you been with of Worcestershire, near to Great Malvern. me all the time ?" The faithful nurse When we reached the highest point of is overcome with joy, that for a while the road, the driver drew up that we she cannot speak; and when her pent-up might look around us. It was a bright feelings do find utterance, it is in the summer evening; but a slight haze hung glad exclamation, "Thank God! you have about the horizon, so that objects far come to yourself at last!”

away were but dimly seen. Pointing The first sign of spiritual life in a into the distance, the man said, “ Yonder

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