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kindness to me, and your deep sincere interest for the welfare of both my body and soul. The little book you gave me I often read, and think on your words when you gave it to me. I have need to bless the Lord that ever I came into your Institution, for the good seed that was sown in me will never be lost, and I hope it will spring up and bring forth fruits abundantly. I was very much surprised and grieved on hearing of the death of my friend Mr. Nasmith ; he was indeed a friend to me. After many years of labour for the good of souls he is gone to receive a crown of glory.

“And now, Madam, I must inform you that I am married to a very respectable man, a Stonemason, who has been with his employer nine years : he is a very kind husband. Please to give my duty to all the ladies. I should take it as a great kindness if you would favour me with a few lines.

“ I am, Madam,
“ Your very humble servant,

“ Mary W To Mrs. Lowe.

THRICE blessed morn! awake, ye nations, raise
Your hymns of joy, and all your songs of praise;

Nor idly dwell on meaner themes,

On earthly subjects, empty schemes;
Exalt your thoughts to what exalts the man,
An infant Saviour, and redemption's plan!
While raptur'd seraphs strike the applausive string,
And in glad anthems hail the new-born King;

Ye shepherds, join the heavenly lay,

Your humblest adoration pay,
Oh work of wonders ! Love that knows no end !
Yon meanest manger holds the Sinner's friend !

Mirac'lous birth! conspicuously divine!
The great descendant from old Jesse's line !

How ancient prophecies agree,

Observe the just accordance-see,
Minutely now fulfill’d, they all conspire,
T'enforce belief, and make the world admire.

Redemption! glorious news! serenely bright,
'Tis heaven's own day-spring pours its sacred light,

'Tis righteousness' eternal Sun,

In radiance majestic shone !
See superstition yields her former sway,
And clouds of darkness fly the piercing day!
Redemption! hcar, ye lost apostate race.
A Saviour's horn to bring celestial grace !

My soul, the mighty gift survey

And trace the Saviour's painful way ;
Behold, with wond'ring view yon sacrifice!
That sinful worms should live, behold, he dies !
Oh Death! thy grasp too weak-behold him rise !
The living Saviour soars above the skies-

Heaven opes its everlasting gate,

Ten thousand angels round him wait-
Enthron'd to save, our Jesus reigns above,
While heav'n resounding sings REDEEMING LOVE.


OUR FEMALE SERVANTS. The premium offered by the London Female Mission, for the best Treatise on the Moral Improvement of Female Servants, has been awarded; and the Tract is now preparing for immediate publication.

In making this announcement, the Committee respectfully invite attention to that important department of their labours which has especial reference to Female Servants. When we consider the numbers --the duties—the dangers—and the defective moral and religious training of our domestics, there is

everything in their position to awaken our sym. pathies, and call forth our exertions in their behalf.

The London Female Mission, by the publication of a monthly Servants' Magazine, and a select series of Tracts, written especially for Servants, and by the establishment of servants' Homes and Registries, both in town and country, is now seeking to improve this important part of the working community; and the Committee most earnestly renew their urgent appeal to public benovolence for aid to carry out still farther these several departments of its great design.

Philanthropists, we appeal to your benevolence. It has been ascertained, by inquiry at our various Penitentiaries, that three-fourths of their inmates were once domestic servants; and in the returns recently made to both Houses of Parliament, it was stated that in the year 1839 the crime of larceny by servants had increased 20 per cent. It is also a wellknown fact, that the pedlar, the thief, and the seducer, alike calculate on the ignorance and want of principle in domestic servants : we therefore ask your help, to enable us to instruct and preserve them from the path of the destroyer.

Parents, we entreat your sympathy. If you had a daughter exposed to the peculiar dangers of the female servants of London, who are often friendless when most needing counsel, and homeless when most requiring a shelter, would it not rejoice your heart to know that christian benevolence had secured for your child the immense benefits which you may now bestow upon the children of others ?

Heads of Families, we implore your liberality : all that you hold dear—your life---your character---your property--your children are, in a great degree, in the

keeping of your domestics; will you not, therefore, assist us in our efforts to make them intelligent, faithful, and conscientious ?

Christians, we beseech you by your principles. You believe that all souls are alike---alike in their origin, value, and duration ; and equally capable of being fitted, by Divine grace, for usefulness, for holiness, for happiness, and heaven : we entreat you, therefore, by the love you bear to immortal souls---by the obedience you owe to your Master in heaven--to aid us to effect the conversion of female servants, and thus to make them instruments for extending the kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

THE CLERGYMAN'S WIDOW. THERE is one class of widows whose peculiar kind of change, distress and desolation, is but rarely touched upon by those who draw on the sympathies of mankind; and yet of all the tribes of mourners, who may say to those who pass by, “Is there any sorrow like unto my sorrow?” the widows of the clergy are that most afflicted class; between them and other widows there are no few shades of difference; there is a change, a sad change to all, but to them most of all.

The wife of the clergyman, like the clergyman himself, holds no fixed place among the various grades of society; if humble, she is not even conversant among the aristocratic branches of society, if wise, she is more generally found among the middle classes—and if useful, not unfrequently does she mix with those accounted poor in the world's eyes, if gentle and prudent, she walks among all accep

tably, unflattered by the attentions of the noble, yet not ungrateful; and, visiting the poor, is yet un. injured by contact with the lowly. The pastor is still more free, and less affected by caste-to-day the guest of nobles : to-morrow, on mountain and moor, the visitor of the wind-swept hut, he sits with the peasant and the peasant's children-travel, and the free wind of heaven have given relish to the humble food which is timidly yet affectionately offered, and, if he partakes with the poor man of oaten cake or the more humble potatoe, a sacred blessing on his honoured head goes up from the host, and from that poor household; and the pastor returns homeward, not less a pastor, nor less suited for the work of the ministry, nor yet for mingling with the greatbecause, like his heavenly Master, he loved the poor, and because the poor “ministered to him of their substance.”

Blessed be God! hundreds of such pastors are around and increasing. How honoured the wives of such-they live in an atmosphere of blessedness -every day they hear the claims of the poor, to the relief of which they are enabled by their influential position to be auxiliary—they hear the voice of grateful acknowledgment—their home is trodden by the feet of numerous wealthy and kindly parishioners ;-they are familiar with every parochial movement, and are favoured by the Christian friendship and intercourse of surrounding ministers—their children grow up amid the kindness and attention of many ;-—should even a trifling ailment visit their home, the knock of affectionate inquiry is frequentshould any want be manifested, it is often eagerly yet delicately supplied. The pastor's wife is happy amidst all this din of usefulness, kindliness, and

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