Lost to earth long time ago:Yes, my own, lamented long, Shine amid the angel throng.

Many a joyful sight was given,
Many a lovely vision here,
Hill, and vale, and starry even,
Friendship's smile, affection's tear-

These were shadows, sent in love,
Of realities above!

When upon my wearied ear,

Earth's last echoes faintly die,
Then shall angel harps draw near,
All the chorus of the sky.
Long hushed voices blend again
Sweetly in that welcome strain.

Here were sweet and varied tones-
Bird, and breeze, and fountain's fall;
Yet Creation's travail-groans

Ever sadly sighed through all;
There no discord jars the air-
Harmony is perfect there!

When this aching heart shall rest

All its busy pulses o'er,

From her mortal robes undrest,
Shall my spirit upward soar
Then shall pure, unmingled joy,

All my thoughts and powers employ.

Here devotion's healing balm

Often came to soothe my breast-
Hours of deep and holy calm,
Earnest of eternal rest;

But the bliss was here unknown
Which shall there be all my own.

Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun,
Of that wondrous land above-
All the clouds and storms are gone,
All is light and all is love.
All the shadows melt away
In the blaze of perfect day!

From the German of Lange.

Divine Mysteries.

HERE are secrets in our Lord's procedure which He will not explain to us in this life, and which may not, perhaps, be explained in the life to come. We cannot tell how He makes evil the minister of good; how he combines physical and moral agencies of different kinds and orders, in the production of blessings. We cannot so much as conjecture what bearings the system of Redemption, in every part of its process, may have upon the relations of the Universe; not even what may be all the connections of Providence in the occurrences of this moment, or of the last. knowledge is too wonderful for us: it is high, we cannot attain it." Our Sovereign's "way is in the sea, and his path in the deep waters: and his footsteps are not known." When, therefore, we are surrounded with difficulty; when we cannot unriddle His conduct in particular dispensations, we must remember that He is God; that we are to walk by faith; and to trust Him as implicitly when we are

"Such

in "the valley of the shadow of death," as when His "candle shines upon our heads." We must remember that it is not for us to be admitted into the cabinet of the King of kings; that creatures constituted as we are, could not sustain the view of His unveiled agency; that it would confound, and scatter, and annihilate our little intellects. As often, then, as He retires from our observation, blending goodness with majesty, let us lay our hands upon our mouths, and worship. This stateliness of our King can afford us no just ground of uneasiness.

REV. JOHN MASON.

Whispers of the Catching Spirit.

N youth I died, in maiden bloom;

With gentle hand Death touched my cheek,
And with his touch there came to me
A spirit calm and meek.

He took from me all wish to stay,
He was so kind, I feared him not:
My friends beheld my slow decline,
And mourn'd my timeless lot.

They saw but sorrow: I descried
The bliss that never fades away.
They felt the shadow of the tomb;
I mark'd the heavenly day.

I heard them sob, as through the night
They kept their watch; then on mine ear
Amid the sobbing fell a voice

Their anguish could not hear.

"Come, and fear not," it softly cried; "We wait to lead thee to thy home."