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like Christ, not less so; and if we abide in him, and his words abide in us, there can be no doubt that we shall thus grow in grace. The stream of Christian affection will become deeper, not shallower; the flame of unselfish love will burn more brightly, instead of almost going out.

Oh how delightful is the sight of an aged believer richly imbued with the loving and unselfish spirit of his Master! How refreshing is it in this dreary world to rest a while beneath some venerable palm tree, which spreads out its cooling branches as if the only object of its existence were to bless the passer-by! How cheering is it, amidst the selfish and dissatisfied throng around us, to meet with those who can smile through their own tears upon the happy and the gifted!

An aged servant of the Lord had survived all her near relatives; the last beloved object of her tender affections, of her constant recollection, was laid in the grave. Her life had been the scene of many sorrows, and there was but little sunshine to cheer the evening of her life. One day, as, lonely and blind, she sat by the fireside in her little parlour, a friend who called to see her found her-doing what? Murmuring over her desolate condition, and complaining that she was uncared-for and forgotten?

No, but rejoicing in the happiness of others. A family whom she had known and loved in early life was to be gladdened on that day by the return of a long-absent member; and, through its dull and silent hours, her lips were often unclosed to express her delight at the thoughts of their meeting, her prayers that they might be blessed. "Were this my case," thought the listener, "I should have been repining that others had the comfort of tender relatives and loving friends, while I was left alone in the world, looking for none whose approach could console and gladden my solitary existence." The latter feeling is the emotion of the natural heart-the former of the Christian spirit. Reader, which would have been yours?

Tby Saviour's Prayer.


"I pray not that thou shouldest take them out of the world, but that thou shouldest keep them from the evil.”—John xvii. 15.

PILGRIM in the path of life,

Fainting in the daily strife,
Wishing, longing to be free
From thy load of misery,
Panting for the heavenly home,
Where no blighting sorrows come:
List thy Saviour's prayer for thee,
Wait his time to set thee free.

Mourner, bending o'er the dead,
From whose cheek the bloom has fled,
Gazing in the glassy eye,

Vainly asking for reply,

Wishing that thy days were done,
And thou with thy beloved one:
List thy Saviour's prayer for thee,
Wait his time to set thee free.

Aged wanderer, sad and lone,

All thy youth's companions gone,

Like blasted trunk, round which the vine
Shall never more its tendrils twine,
Like stranger on a foreign coast
Weeping o'er his treasures lost:
List thy Saviour's prayer for thee,
Wait his time to set thee free.

"Not that thou should'st take away These thy creatures of a day,

Pray I, Father, but that in

Thy mercy thou would'st save from sin;
Keep them from the evil one,

Till their course of life is run."
This thy Saviour prayed for tnee;
Patient wait till thou art free.

The Aged Christian.


THE spring and summer time of life have long since pass'd away,

And golden autumn, with its leaves of sadness and


Has come and gone; and winter shrouds each lovely scene in gloom,

And bids me mark across my path the shadows of the tomb.

Mine eye is growing dim with age, my step is feeble


And deeper lines of thought and care are graven on my brow;

But shall I murmur as I trace the rapid flight of


Or grasp with trembling eagerness earth's fair yet fading flowers?

Oh no! a bright and happy home awaiteth me above, And my ardent spirit longs to dwell where all is joy and love.

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