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and a key exquisitely fitted to every part. There is nothing wanting, nothing redundant; the harmony is perfect. This selection of prophecies, although it is but a small part of the wondrous whole, fairly dealt by, is enough to work conviction in the breast alike of Jew and Gentile, that Jesus is the Christ. It only remains for the reader, by profound and prayerful meditation, to work the whole into his own soul.
THE POWER OF NUMBERS: A LESSON FOR CHILDREN. CHILDREN think they can do little their bodies to make the foundation good, and even their parents gen- of the coral island; then the soil erally think the same. They can accumulated, and the trees grew be obedient and affectionate,-this as they are now seen. Yes; coral all admit, but few think they are old is made of the skeletons of little enough to do anything for the sal- sea-worms. vation of the world. Now, children, This is what some
worms do this is a very great error.
towards making this world a habiCan a child do as much as a tation for mankind. They make worm? “Why, yes,” exclaims islands. God did not create them every little reader, "and more to be useless in this world, where so too. Let us see.
Imagine that much is to be done. Their work you and I are sailing in a vessel amounts to something. upon the South Seas. How beauti
Would you not be as useful as the fully we glide along! The vessel little coral worm? You cannot skins the ocean like a swan. But build islands, but you can help the what is that yonder, rising above people who live upon them, and the billows like a painted island ? those who live in other parts of the Now it sparkles in the rays of the earth. A penny is a small gift, but sun like a rock of silver, and now it twelve of them make a shilling. assumes different colours. Red, A grain of sand is very minute, but golden, silvery hues, all blend enough of them will make a mountogether in delightful richness; tain. So the little which one child nearer and nearer we come to the dues for God may seem too small to attractive object, all the while ap- be counted, but, perhaps, twenty of pearing more beautiful and brilliant these littles are equal to the work than the Crystal Palace! when, lo, of one full-grown man or woman. we discover it was the splendid work Do not forget that if you do nothing of sea-worm, so small that we cannot for God, you are not worth as much see them with the naked eye. Yes, as the coral worm. the little coral worm threw up those many-coloured reefs, a little at a time, until we have this magnificent
HOW MANY MERCIES IN A sight. And just over there, beyond
YEAR. that line of reefs, you see that little island covered with tall palm- I HAVE read of a little boy, very trees, so green and slender. The
clever at figures, who heard so much foundation of that island, now a fit about the goodness of God, that he habitation for men, was laid by the thought he would try to reckon up same little coral worm. Myriads of how many mercies God had given them lived and died there, and left him in that one year. So he took
his slate and pencil, and began to set them down.
“Let me see, 365 days, 365 mercies. No; surely every hour has been a mercy, by day and by night; that then makes 8,760. But I think I should count the minutes, the moments; for God is always doing me good. How many moments are in a year? What a vast number! But let me count the greater mercies. There are my dear parents who have been spared to me all the year, two marks for this ; health preserved, another; food, another; clothing, another; teachers, books, cheerful companions, and play, more still; the Bible! á broad mark for that; Sabbaths, fifty-two. Oh, dear! I cannot reckon; my slate is becoming too full of figures and marks, and yet I keep thinking of more mercies. I must give it up.” And this was just what King David himself was obliged to do. I do not know as he tried to reckon in a way like the little boy's, the thought of God's love to him. But I do know that he felt the task too hard for him ; for here, in the 139th Psalm, are the words, “ If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand.”
Think of them, dear children, more and more; and pray, not only that God's mercies may still come, but that you may be always mindful and thankful, and never forget the Giver while you receive the gift.
BE KIND TO YOUR SISTERS. Boys, be kind to your sisters. You may live to be old, and never find such tender, loving friends, as these sisters. Think how many things they do for you; how patient they are with you; how they lore you in spite of all your ill-temper or rudeness; how thoughtful they are for your comfort ; and are you thoughtful for theirs ?
Be ever ready to oblige them, to perform any little office for them that lies in your power. Think what you can do for them, and if they express a wish, be ready to gratify them if it is possible. You do not know how much happiness you will find in so doing. I never yet knew a happy and respected man who was not in youth kind to his sisters.
LOOKING TO JESUS. CHILDREN! you have gone astray,
Far from God, and peace, and heaven; Would you leave that dangerous way, Would you have your sins forgiven ?
Christ can all your sins forgive;
Look to Jesus, look and live. Children! you have sinful hearts;
Jesus Christ can make you whole ; He can cleanse your inward parts, Sanctify and save your soul.
Jesus a new heart can give ;
Look to Jesus, look and live.
Jesus died your souls to save.
Life eternal he will give;
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THE CHURCH. We see in a jeweller's shop that, as there are pearls, and diamonds, and other precious stones, there are files, cutting instruments, and many sharp tools for their polishing; and while they are in the work-house, they are continual neighbours to them, and come often under them. The Church is God's jewel; his work-house, where his jewels are polishing for his palace and house, and those he especially
esteems, and means to make most resplendent, he hath oftenest his tools upon.-Leighton.
DIVINE INSPIRATION. Are we inspired? Yes, without doubt; but not as the prophets and apostles. Without the actual inspiration of the Spirit of grace we can neither do, nor will, nor think any good; but we continually stifle the inspiration. God never ceases to speak, but the noise of the crea
tures without, and of our passions within, deafens us, and hinders us from hearing him.-Fenelon.
VIRTUE. Virtue is not a mushroom that springeth up of itself in one night, when we are asleep or regard it not; but a delicate plant that groweth slowly and tenderly, needing much pains to cultivate it, much care to guard it, much time to mature it. Neither is vice a spirit that will be conjured away with a charm, slain by a single blow, or despatched by one stab. Who, then, will be so foolish as to leave the eradicating of vice, and the planting in of virtue into its place, for
few years or weeks? Yet he who procrastinates his repentance and amendment grossly does so; with his eyes open, he abridges the time allotted
for the longest and most important work he has to perform; he is a fool.-Barrow. KNOWLEDGE OF CHRIST.
I have taken much pains to know everything that was esteemed worth knowing amongst men; but, with all my disquisitions and readings, nothing now remains with me to comfort me, at the close of life, but this passage of St. Paul: “It is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.” To this I cleave, and herein I find rest."-Selden.
TIME. Time is like a river, in which metals and solid substances are sunk, while chaff and straws swim upon the surface.-Bacon.
THE BEAUTIFUL LAND. THERE is a land immortal,
The beautiful of lands; Beside the ancient portal
A sentry grimly stands. He oply can undo it,
And open wide the door ; And immortals who pass through it,
Are mortals never more. That glorious land is Heaven,
And Death the sentry grim ; The Lord therefore has given
The opening keys to him. And ransom'd spirits, sighing
And sorrowing for sin, Do pass the gate in dying,
And freely enter in. Though dark and drear the passage
That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace comes with the message
To souls that watch and wait; And at the time appointed,
A messenger comes down, And leads the Lord's anointed
From the cross to glory's crown. Their sighs are lost in singing,
They're blessed in their tears; Their journey homeward winging,
They leave to earth their fears. Death like an angel seemeth;
“ We welcome thee,” they cry; Their face with glory beameth
'Tis life for them to die. B. C.
THE BEAUTIES OF CREATION. I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen, With garlands gay of various green; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ; And earth and ocean seem'd to say, “Our beauties are but for a day!' I praised the sun, whose chariot roll'd On wheels of amber and of gold; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleam'd sweetly through the summer
sky; And moon and sun in answers said, “Our days of light are numbered!' O God ! O good beyond compare ! If thus thy meaner works are fair, If thus thy bounties gild the span Of ruin'd earth and sinful man, How glorious must the mansion be Where thy redeem'd shall dwell with thee!
EARTH AND HEAVEN. FLOWERS that bloom to wither fast; Light whose beams are soon o'ercast; Friendship warm, but not to last,
Such by Earth are given. Seek the flowers that ne'er shall fade; Find the light no cloud shall shade; Trust a Friend that ne'er betray'd,
These are found in Heaven. ,
CONVERSION OF ASAHEL NETTLETON. This remarkable man, who is computed to have been the means of awakening not less than thirty thousand souls, was born in Killingworth, Connecticut, New England, April 21, 1783. His first years were spent like those of most young people ; but he was early called, as he was soon to be employed. On the night of the annual thanksgiving, in the fall or autumn of 1800, he attended a ball. The next morning, while alone, and thinking with pleasure on the scenes of the preceding night, and of the manner in which he had proposed to spend the day, in company with some of his young companions, the thought suddenly rushed upon his mind, We must all die, and go to the judgment; and with what feelings shall we then reflect upon these scenes ? This thought was, for the moment, overwhelming ; and it left an impression on his mind which he could not efface. His pleasing reflections on the past, and anticipations of the future, vanished at once, and gave place to feelings of a very different kind. These feelings he concealed ; but he could not entirely banish them from his mind. The world had lost its charms. All those amusements in which he had taken delight were overcast with gloom. His thoughts dwelt much on the scenes of death, judgment, and eternity. He knew that he had an immortal soul, that must be happy or miserable in the future world ; and although he had consoled himself with the thought, that he was as good as others around him, and that his condition was, of course, as safe as theirs, yet he now felt conscious that he was unprepared to meet his God. He, at the same time, perceived that he was liable every moment to be cut down by the stroke of death, and summoned to his last account. He had no peace of mind by day or by night. Although, at this time, he had no very just conceptions of the divine law, or of the dépravity of his heart, yet he was sensible that he was a sinner, and that his sins must be pardoned, or he could not be saved.
The duty of prayer was now forcibly impressed upon his mind, -a duty which he had almost entirely neglected ; and it was not without a great struggle in his feelings, that he was brought to
bend the knee to Jehovah. At the same time, he gave himself much to the reading of the Scriptures and other religious books, and separated himself as much as possible from thoughtless companions. So far as he knew, and so far as is now known, there was, at that time, no other person in the town under serious impressions. The young people with whom he had been most intimate were exceedingly thoughtless, and given to vain and sinful amusements. They were, at this time, making arrangements for the establishment of a dancing-school, and they expected his aid and co-operation in the measure. But, to their astonishment, he utterly refused to have anything to do with it. He had made up his mind to quit for ever all such amusements, and to seek the salvation of his soul. But as he did not reveal his feelings to any of his associates, they knew not how to account for this sudden change in his appearance and conduct. Some, perhaps, suspected the true cause ; while others supposed, that, for some reason unknown to them, his affections had become alienated from his former friends.
Thus, for months, he mourned in secret, and did not communicate his feelings to a single individual. During this period he had a strong desire that some of his young companions would set out with him in pursuit of religion; and although his proud heart would not permit him to make known to them the state of his mind, yet he occasionally ventured to expostulate with them on the folly and sinfulness of their conduct; and to some few individuals he addressed short letters on the same subject. These warnings were treated by some with ridicule and contempt. On the minds of others they made an impression, which, as he afterwards learned, was never effaced. This was particularly the case with Philander Parmele, who was afterwards his classmate in college, and intimate friend through life.
When Mr. Nettleton first became anxious respecting the salvation of his soul, he had not, as has been remarked, any very just conceptions of the depravity of his heart. He was sensible that he was not in a safe condition. He knew that he needed something which he did not possess, to prepare him for heaven. He had a general vague idea that he was a sinner, but he saw not the fountain of iniquity within him. As is common with persons when awakened to a sense of their danger, he went about to esta