surprise. I never before, at least with any degree of confidence, saw Christ offered in the gospel. I took him at his word, gave up myself to him, and placed my hopes alone in him. I clearly saw that I had all along been trusting to my own feelings, duties, repentance, &c.; but I cast them all behind my back, and counted them as dung, and came to a precious, faithful Saviour, with nothing but sin. I believed him to be faithful and able, and therefore I committed all into his hands, and looked to his faithful word for the salvation of my soul. All this was done in five minutes. I felt easy, happy, and humble; ashamed of my former ways, and thankful to God for his most gracious deliverance. The next Sabbath I preached that sermon at M--d on faith, which I hope you will remember as long as you live. Faith in Christ has ever since been my darling theme in the pulpit. Faith in Christ has ever since and ever shall be my only hold. Jesus is a faithful Saviour. I love his name, I love his cross, I love his word; and my whole hope is in him, and I know I shall never be ashamed, and I know this because he has said so. Now, my sister, if any ask me the reason of my hope, I answer, Because I have believed on the Lord Jesus. I have consented to the offer in the gospel; I trust to him alone. Moreover, I say he is able, willing, true, faithful; he has said, promised, signed, sealed with his blood, and sworn by himself, Heb. vi. 17-20. Thus I glory in the cross of Christ. If I am asked what Christ has done for me, he has fulfilled the law, died, rose, and makes intercession for me. And as to what he has done in me, he has shown me that I am a poor, imperfect, lost sinner in myself; that I have a wicked, wretched, deceitful, hard, and unbelieving heart in me; that I have daily need of his pardoning blood and sanctifying Spirit. He makes me hate myself more and more, and long for deliverance from all sin and corruption, and enables me to look to him for all I need, and all I hope to enjoy. May God help my dear sister to believe! The Christian Household. MUSIC AMONG THE ESQUIMAUX. HAVING been informed the preceding evening that some of this group of Esquimaux were good singers, I requested that they would sing a hymn. They replied that they could not sing in my tongue. I told them I did not expect that. The few who could read then took W. C. D. their books, handed one to me, and made a sign for me to come and sit down among them. This I did; and they then burst forth with one sweet accord in praising God. This constituted an event in my life which I shall never forget. I have heard singing scientifically performed; but this exceeded all. Such melody I never before heard. From the most aged to the child of four or five years old, all moved in the sweetest unison. I have often heard tunes, the harmonies of which were delightful; here was one solemn tune which quite overcame me; the air was most affectingly plaintive. They sang ten verses; and I am compelled to say that I thought it the best singing I have ever heard. Of this I am sure, it was to me the most affecting. In this opinion I am not singular; for Crantz, in his History of Greenland, says that he was so pleased with some of the Esquimaux singers in that country, that he thought they excelled some of the congregations in the civilized parts of the world. He describes with the greatest accuracy, in that account, the manner of the singing I heard. Like the Greenlanders, the voices of the men are low and rather hoarse; the women's soft and clear; and they sing so regularly and harmoniously, that at a distance the whole seemed as if it were but one voice. I felt desirous of ascertaining how they had thus learned to praise God; and found, on inquiry, that two of the females had been at the Moravian settlement. These had learned to read the Esquimaux language, and had books given them by their teachers. These females had married two Esquimaux further to the southward, and had taught their husbands and children some of the hymns, and the tunes to which they are set. The Esquimaux alluded to were not baptized by the Moravians; but the books they gave are used, and the hymns they taught are sung, and the excellent music to which these hymns are set, vibrates its melodious sounds in those wild wastes of Labrador to which their pious labours have not extended.— Rev. Richard Knight. OUR TEETH. IT is often asserted that the teeth of the present generation are much inferior to those of the generations which have passed us. We wish some of our many dentists would prove literary enough to give us a dental history. We should be astonished, probably, at the dental evils of other days. Evidences of the use of false teeth by the Romans two thousand years ago, were found among the ruins of Pompeii. Three hundred years ago, Martin Luther complained of the toothache; and a German Ambassador at the Court of Elizabeth spoke of the weakness and imperfections of the English people's teeth, which he attributed to their custom of eating a great deal of sugar. Shakspeare makes one of his characters speak of being kept away by a raging fang." Roger Williams was struck by the imperfect teeth of the Narragansett Indians, whom toothache and decayed teeth troubled exceedingly. George Washington had a set of artificial teeth, for which he paid five hundred dollars. Napoleon always had bad teeth, and was especially troubled with them at St. Helena. Walter Scott speaks at a comparatively early period of life, of dental troubles, and wishes he had some "fresh teeth." Such are 66 a very few facts which come up in our poor memory concerning a somewhat interesting matter. We would like to have many more of them. For our own part, we have no doubt that dentists were in demand at the Court of Chedorlaomer.-Medical Journal. DENTIFRICE. DISSOLVE two ounces of borax in three pints of boiling water, and before it is cold add one tea spoonful of the tincture of myrrh and one table spoonful of the spirits of camphor, and bottle for use. A table spoonful of this mixture, mixed with an equal quantity of tepid water, and applied daily with a soft brush, preserves and beautifies the teeth; it extirpates all tartarous adhesion, arrests decay, induces a healthy action of the gums, and makes them look pearly white. The best period to wash the teeth is before retiring to sleep. Washing the face, hands, and feet before retiring to sleep conduces to health and longevity. NEVER DESPAIR OF AN A FEW years ago, when Captain Meserve, now Superintendent of the State Almshouse at Tewksbury, had charge of the Roxbury poorhouse, a little boy was picked up in the streets of that city, and temporarily committed to his care. The overseers of the poor indentured the little fellow out three times, and he as often ran away. At length the captain took pains to instruct him, and afterwards found an opportunity for him to go to sea. In course of time the young man became clerk of a steamboat, school teacher, merchant, legislator, and is now editor of a paper in a southern city. A few words of encouragement, a little notice, or a trifling gift, will frequently change the purposes and entire character of a young man. If he is an orphan, he feels the more need of symyathy; if poor, he suffers sadness in view of his privations. Let none be indifferent to the condition and feelings of those who of all others have claims upon the commiseration and kindness of their elders and superiors. A cold, morose, sour person, by his very appearance puts a damper upon the courage and ambition of a young man, no matter what noble aspirations he may possess; while a genial, open-hearted, how-are-you man, will inspire youth with praiseworthy resolutions, corresponding exertions and self-reliance. Many unpromising and unmeritorious rich young men are ruined by pampering and indulgence; while many poor young men, with the help of but a moiety of their wasteful expenditures, would qualify themselves for an honourable and distinguished career in life. SWEARING. A PIOUS man once being in company where there was a gentleman who frequently used the words, "devil,' 99 66 deuce," &c., and at last took the name of God in vain, 66 Stop, sir," said the old man, "I said nothing while you only used freedom with the name of your master; but I insist upon it, you shall use no such freedom with the name of my Master." Christian Biography. HAPPY LIZZIE.* ELIZABETH, or Lizzie, as she was generally called, had at one period of her life occasionally attended a Sunday-school. Apparently she did not give much heed to the teaching she received while there, for not only was no real impression produced on her heart, but she was very ignorant of the doctrine of salvation, and the various truths of Scripture, with which one would expect Sunday-scholars to have at least some acquaintance. She was, however, an obedient child at home, and as she grew up, was a sober, steady, well-behaved girl. Her parents paid a certain respect to the outward forms of religion, but the only and the natural effect of the example and teaching of home was to build her up in pride and self-righteousness. Therefore, when at the age of about twenty-one she was attacked with a disease which she was informed must terminate fatally, she expressed no fear of death, and felt no apprehensions for the safety of her soul, being quite contented with the blamelessness of her life and conduct. It was just at this period that a minister of the gospel first visited her. Desiring to ascertain what state of mind she was in, he asked her what hope she had with regard to the future. "I hope to go to heaven," was her reply. "Do you think you have a right to go to heaven?" She answered in the affirmative, and gave as her reason that she had not been giddy and thoughtless as girls of her age generally are, that she had attended a place of worship whenever she could, read her Bible and good books, said her prayers every day, &c. She was willing to acknowledge herself a sinner, because "everybody is a sinner," but she would not confess to any sins which ought to burden her conscience. "I have committed nothing which troubles me," she said. Mr. H. spoke to her of Isaiah, a holy prophet of God, who nevertheless cried out in anguish of heart, "Woe is me, for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips," -of Daniel, who said, "We have sinned, and have committed iniquity, and have done wickedly, and have rebelled, even by departing from thy precepts,"-of Paul also, who, though full of good works, spending his life in God's service, was yet obliged to confess, "I am carnal, sold under sin," and to cry out, "Oh, wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from this body of death?" But Lizzie heard all this with indifference. She did not know, she said, why such holy men should call themselves sinners. She was told that God's Spirit entering their hearts had led them to see how corrupt they were in his sight; and that it was the absence of that Spirit which so blinded her, that she was not conscious of her sinfulness. * This beautiful narrative may be had in full of the Book Society. Mr. H. asked her if she loved God, and receiving an affirmative reply, went on to inquire, "Do you know what it is to love a person very much?” "Yes." "When we love a person very much, do we not think of him constantly?”. "Yes." "Do we not try in every possible way to please him, and would we not do anything in our power to serve him?" "Yes." "Have you so loved God as to ask yourself daily how you can serve him? Have you loved him so much that you cannot forget him? Have you loved him so much that you could not feel happy unless he were near you?" She wept much while Mr. H. continued to prove to her that she had really no love to God. He read the ōlst Psalm, pausing at the end of each verse, repeating David's confession of sin, and applying it to her case. She continued sobbing the whole time, and he told her that though he grieved to be obliged to wound her feelings, it was far better for her to weep then than to weep throughout eternity. Mr. H. visited Lizzie several days successively, but was distressed to find that the grief she had before displayed had apparently passed away without effect. One day, however, as he entered, she said, "I have just been speaking of you. I said that I was sure you would like this hymn," pointing to the one, "Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, stood it. She said she did, and he then read it to her, explaining each verse. She appeared much interested. After this interview he was absent from town for a fortnight, but a lady undertook to visit her during his absence, and she says that after the first time she saw Lizzie, she remarked a very decided change in her condition of mind. She became more and more interested in the word of God, and drank in eagerly all the truths of religion as they were presented before her. She one day said to her doctor, "I want so much to see that dear Mr. H. again ;" and on his expressing surprise, and inquiring the reason, she added, "He has led me to see what a sinner I am, and also to know my Saviour. I did not like what he said to me the first time he saw me, but I liked him better the second time, and now I love him for what he has done for me." 'My Saviour" was her favourite expression; she seldom said the Saviour. Indeed, throughout the whole of her illness, from the time that she began to see herself a sinner, she manifested the most ardent love to the person of Christ. He was no abstraction to her, no God afar off, but a very living present Being, on whom her whole soul reposed. So real was his presence to her, that she often repeated she knew he was with her, and especially in the still hours of the night she felt his nearness to her. "I am sure he is here. I thought once he came and touched me." A friend, in bidding her good bye, once added, "The Lord be with you;" and in a |