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support you. Remember him in this world and in that which is to come, you shall find he has not forgotten you.

In that world your true life will begin, immortal youth will bloom in your countenance, immortal hallelujahs rise from your tongues, and immortal joy and improvement dwell in your hearts."-Butcher.


MANY talk of Poverty, but Jesus was poor. In ordinary cases he was sustained by alms, in extraordinary ones by miracles. When he came to die he had no personal property or landed estate to leave. All he had to bequeath was his wearing apparel, and even this never came to his mother, they parted his raiment among them, and for his vesture did they cast lots. What becomes then of riches? Are we such fools as to fall down and worship this idol of general adoration? Does inoney produce, does it imply worth ? Silver and gold I have none, says Peter, so then a man may be an apostle and moneyless. Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the son of man hath not where to lay his head ; why then a be. ing may be the brightness of the Father's glory and the express image of his p?rson, and be des. titute ! But, alas! all this will not keep others from thinking money the summit of all excel. lency. O money! money can add charms to ug. liness, money can transform wrinkles into youth, money can fill brainless heads with wisdom, and render nonsense oracular; money can turn mean. ness into virtue, and, falling like snow, can cover a dunghill, and give it the appearance at whiteness and innocency 1"...Jay.


" AN infant is brought into the world in all helpless, irrational and almost vegetable state, he gradually improves, his reasoning powers expand as the body grows. His first step is to the vivacity of childhood, his second to the ardor of youth, his third to the wisdom of manbood. Here he remains stationary for a time in the full vigorous exercise of his rational powers. He then begins to feel himself infirm and inactive; disease and pain impair his frame, the eyes grow dim, the ears grow deaf, and the other senses become useless. He feels a growing distaste to the enjoyments of life; amusements, soci. éty and books lose their relish, le bends to. wards the ground, from whence he was taken, his feet no longer are able to sustain their tot. tering load, he sinks upon his couch, the blood ceases to circulate, the pulse ceases to beat, the eyes are closed, the whole body is cold and motionless, and the worn out machine refuses any longer to act. He is buried in the earth, and is gradually resolved into his constituent particles. And shall this body again live? Shall this dust be again animated with the breath of life ? Nature in melancholy and despairing ac. cents answers in the negative, but, thanks be to God, we hear in the Gospel a melodious and animating voice exclaiming, I am the resurrection of the life, he that liveth and belieo. eth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die!"..Jardine.

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“ WHEN we visit the tomb of some jastly beloved friend, let us behold it with a steady faith that one day it will be opened and set its prisoner free; and while we gaze upon his present dormitory, let our musing thoughts run in the following train :

Not long since thou, wast, what I am now, one of the actors in this passing scene. To all thy sighs I lent a pitying ear, and my heaving bosom, beat responsive to. thy sad, complaints, With thine my, tears were mingled in the hour, of affliction ; and, when joy brightened thy çountenance, my, heart felt a kindred pleasure. With thee I sat, or walked by the way, and held sweet converse. To thee my soul was knit by the ties of cordial amity and soft endear. ment. Now thou hast left me to mourn the loss of thee in pensive silence. On thy hallow, ed grave I drop the tender tear, and bid thy sacred ashes rest in peace. Ere long shall I join thee in thy dark aboo hy companion in the dust, till we be called forth in the end of the days. In life was I united to thee ; in the same cold arms of death shall 1 soon lie ; and, Q, transporting thought together shall we rise, no more to feel the agony of parting. All hail that blessed, moro which shall restore thee to my fond embracel Methinks I see its sprightly beams gilding the horizon, and leading on the bright triumphant day! Yonder appears, the Judge arrayed in, majesty, and holy myriads form his glorious train ! He bids the trumpet sound. I hear its awful voice, which pene, trates through all the mansions of the dead,

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Methinks I now behold thy tomb opening to make a passage for thee, I see thy mortal frame, which was sown in corruption, dishonour, and weakness, raised in incorruption, glory, and power. I run to meet thee on thy release from the delightful recollection of our former friend. ship. We mark with gratitude together the kind hand of heaven, which led us through the pilgimage of life, nor left us in the vale of death. Risen to pass an undeclining day, we re. new the joys of social intercourse, undiminish. ed by the fear of interruption. We trace, with admiring wonder and gratitude, evidences of divine wisdom and benignity in the appointment of events, the particular uses of which had before eluded our discovery. We survey together the beauties of renovated nature ; and as we gaze, the pleasure of each is heightened by the participation of the other. We seek and find, among the countless multitude, the sight of whose happiness augments our own, the chosen few in whom our souls on earth de. lighted. With them we revive our former ac. quaintance. Engaged with them, and all around, in the most pure and sublime exercise of our noblest powers and affections, we share each other's and the general bliss. With the rapid improvement of our knowledge and goodness the increase of our felicity keeps an equal pace. Eternity, not to be shortened by the lapse of twice ten thousand ages, opens to our enraptured minds the prospect of rising higher in intellectual and moral excellence, and higher still beyond all imaginable liinits. Strnck with the refulgent splendours of celestial glo. ry on every side, joined in the bands of an in. dissoluble union with the assembly of the just made perfect, feeling within the retined satis.

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THESE regular returning aspects of nature which divide Man's time into equal parts, and which he has only to number as they succeed each other, like the lettered stones erected on the sides of our roads, to inform the traveller what space of ground he has traversed, serve to give notice to the passengers through hu. man life, how far he has proceeded in his path to the grave.

" The divine wisdom which has thus mea. sured our time, more especially appears in that annual division of it, which periodically calls our attention to the lapse of those larger parts of the life of man, the susceptible departure of which excites, of necessity, a peculiarly alarming sense of diminution of our days. Nor is that wisdom less conspicuous in the striking nature of those sigus in the system around us, which indicate the departure of the perpetu. ally perishing parts of our time. Most pointed are the marks, most forcible are the mementos of their expiration. They irresistibly rouse our attention to the wings of time and force us to take notice of his flight. Nature signifies it to us by no faint intimations ; she proclaims it with a loud voicem-she paints it in strong co

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