in preparation, we may, by prayer, recover the gift of prayer. Thus when a fire is nearly extinguished, we do by laying on fuel, and blowing the spark remaining, kindle or rekindle it; so by meditation and prayer, and help from on high, we may revive the spirit of grace and prayer within us; resolving also, with patience and perseverance to wait for the blessing, and say, "I will not let thee go unless thou bless me." "Continue in prayer, and watch."

USEFUL SAYINGS.

Without grace, there may be seeming knowledge; but without grace, there can be no saving knowledge,

Naked knowledge will be as useless to the soul in a dying day, as a painted fire would be to the body in a cold day.

How many professors there are who have light enough to know what should be done, but who have not love enough to do what they know.

A real Christian prefers the duty he owes to God to the danger he fears from man.

Times of trouble have often been times of triumph to a believer. Nothing less than the enjoyment of God, who is altogether good, can support us under the suffering of that which is evil.

A Christian often enjoys a calm of inward peace while he sustains a storm of outward trouble.

The higher the flood swells on earth, the nearer the ark mounts to heaven.

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What comparison is there between the short-lived happiness of the ungodly, attended with the prospect of everlasting misery, and the short-lived misery of the righteous, with the certainty of everlasting happiness.

Afflictions, desertions, and temptations, are as needful as consolations.

When godly sorrow takes possession of the house, it will quickly shut sin out of doors.

There must be first a loathing of sin in our affections, before there can be a true leaving of sin in our actions.

Godly sorrow is such a grace, as without it, not a soul shall be saved, and with it, not a soul shall be lost.

As a prince, Christ gives repentance; as a priest, he gives par doni (Acts. v. 316)

Our exaltation is the fruit of Christ's humiliation.
A tender heart is like melting wax.

sions are made upon it.

Ah! what choice impres

If thou canst not do a thing with life, do it with obedience.
We cannot steal to heaven, without a conflict and a cross.

He that trusts God for salvation, must trust him for the direction of his life also.

Duties are ours, events are the Lord's.

God often blasts the means whereon we rely, that he may be the alone reliance of his people.

Sin in the soul, is like Jonah in the ship; it turns the smoothest water into a troubled sea.

The more prosperity man enjoys, the more humility God requires. Is it not better travelling to heaven sadly, than to hell securely? Our whole life should be a life of repentance, and such as needeth not to be repented of.

A saint's tears are better than a sinner's triumphs.

The Church may be tried, but she cannot be destroyed. Her foundation is the Rock of Ages, and her defence the everlasting

arms.

The gates of hell shall not prevail against the heirs of heaven.

SABBATH BREAKING.

The following is the statement of a man who for years had been living a stranger to his church, and utterly neglectful of all religious concerns. It was made without any inquiry or knowledge of the facts till he stated them: "I am determined on one thing," said he, "to break the Sabbath no more. I believe the judgments of heaven will follow the Sabbath-breaker. I believe they have followed me. I will state my case.

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My sloop, loaded with wood, got aground. danger, and no necessity, as she was in safe harbour; but I worked most of the Sabbath to get her off. I succeeded, but she grounded again, and I lost a week before she would float once more. But few hours from port, she went ashore in a squall on N— Island, and there another week was lost. Getting off, and into a neighbour. ing harbour, a gale drove her ashore again, where she lay another week. I reached the port of N-, but so late as to be frozen in, and another week was lost. Returning home, and just entering

the harbour, a heavy easterly gale drove the sloop to sea; and after a dreadful night of suffering and danger, the vessel was driven high and dry upon the rocks on the opposite side of the bay. She could not be got off, and was sold for a trifle. Thus, to save one day, by working on the Sabbath, I lost more than thirty, lost my vessel, came near losing my life, and with it my immortal soul! I shall take care how I violate the Sabbath hereafter. These events have produced more reflection in my mind upon the subject of religion, than all the rest of the events of my life."

THE SCRIPTURES.

A German asked me if I had a Roman Catholic Testament. "I have not," said I, "but can supply you such as I have, and if you will read it attentively, its blessed truths will come home to your heart and conscience." He said, "I am a Roman Catholic, but if you will leave one, I will examine it, and if it suits me, when you call to-morrow I will buy it." I left it with him, and the next day, while making my usual rounds among the boarding-houses, I found him with some forty or fifty emigrants seated at the dinner table, and as soon as he saw me, he remarked-"I am pleased with the Testament, and hope you have another, as I want one for my sister." I handed him another, when he purchased the two.

SELECT PASSAGES.

May I live as though my safety depended upon myself, and yet give all the glory to God.

Children of God, like lilies of the valley, flourish best in lowly situations. I believe a true Christian is more troubled on account of his short-comings, after he believes, than on account of all the sins committed before. It is not so much what I did in the days of ignorance, as what I have done in the days of my light and knowledge, that lays me in the dust before the Lord.

Whoever has a little more piety than common is certain to be branded with a nickname, but if we gain practical evidence of the grandeur of holiness, it will soon appear that "wisdom is justified of all her children." If we avoid being a disgrace to religion, religion will never be a disgrace to us. I often think of the command, "by patient continuance in well doing, to put to silence the ignorance of foolish men." Let us so act, that the world may be silenced by our conduct.

ANECDOTE.

A friend once asked Professor Franke how it came to pass that he maintained so constant a peace of mind. The benevolent and godly man replied, "By stirring up my mind a hundred times a day. Wherever I am, whatever I do, I say, 'Blessed Jesus, have I truly a share in thy redemption? Are my sins forgiven? Am I guided by thy Spirit? Thine I am; wash me again and again.' By this constant converse with Jesus, I have enjoyed serenity of mind, and a settled peace in my soul."

LIBERTY IN CHRIST.

"Ye are free indeed."

Alas! how foolish I have been,

And fondly dream'd that I was wise;
The way of peace was still unseen,
Though beaming bright before my eyes.

The Gospel in the heav'nly page,
Declar'd its grace both full and free,
A cov'nant sure for every age;
But, ah! I thought it not for me!

By simple faith we enter in

To Christ, and living members are;
I hop'd, by works, in part to win
Salvation, and its merit share.

Thus did my blinded heart contrive
To feed on husks, and pin'd away
In unbelief, but half alive,

Though toiling on from day to day.

But when the Lord reveal'd his face,
What glory beam'd upon my soul!
"Poor sinner, thou art sav'd by grace,"

He said, "thy faith hath made thee whole."

"My righteousness as thine receive;"
That word at once convey'd relief;
"O Lord," I cried, "I do believe,
Assist, I pray, my unbelief!"

It was the Holy Spirit's pow'r
That gave me this effectual call;
And taught me from that happy hour,
To look to Christ as All in All.

I live upon his fulness still,

All my fresh springs in him I find;
Longing my thirsty soul to fill,

I leave my former gains behind,

He teaches me from day to day,
And opens out my secret sin;
Then washes all my stains away,
And in his fountain makes me clean.

He is my heavenly portion too,
Daily my joys in him increase;
His image on my soul I view,
And tread his holy paths of peace.

O! what a Saviour I have got,

Rejoice, ye saints of God, with me;
He lov'd me when I knew him not,
And from corruption set me free.
'Tis true, I feel an inward strife,
The old man lives and rages still;
Yet born anew to holy life,

I follow not my fleshly will.

Gladly I bear my Saviour's cross,
My God can all my pain beguile;
His love has turn'd to gain each loss,
He soothes my sorrows with his smile.

My guilt is pardon'd by his grace,

My weakness from his strength supplied;

I soon shall see him face to face,

And ever praise the Lamb that died!

R. W.

THE PILGRIM.

BY MRS. SIGOURNEY.

"I am not far from home, therefore I need not much provision for the way."

I hear the rising tempest moan,

My failing limbs have weary grown,

The flowers are shut, the streams are dried,
The arid strands spread drear and wide;
The night-dews fall, the winds are high,
How far from home, O Lord, am I?
I would not come with hoards of gold,
With glittering gems, or cumbrous mold,