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sent hy God, that they had sometimes preserved him from imminent peril. He beheld himself first represented as an infant just expiring, when his life was prolonged by an angel gently breathing into his nostrils. Most of the occurrences here delineated, were perfectly familiar to his recollection, and unfolded many things which he had never before understood, and which had perplexed him with many doubts and much uneasiness. Among others, he was particularly struck with a picture in which he was represented as falling from his horse, when death would have been inevitable, had not an angel received him in his arms, and broken the force of his descent. These merciful interpositions of God filled him with joy and gratitude, and his heart overflowed with love as he surveyed in them all an exhibition of goodness and mercy far beyond all that he had imagined. Suddenly his attention was arrested by a rap at the door. The Lord of the mansion had arrived—the door opened and He entered. So powerful and so overwhelming, and withal of such singular beauty was His appearance, that the doctor sunk down at His feet, completely overcome by His majestic presence.

His Lord gently raised him from the ground, and taking his hand, led him forward to the table. He pressed with His fingers the juice of the grapes into the golden cup, and, after having Himself drank, presented it to Dr. Doddridge, saying: “This is the new wine in my Father's Kingdom.” No sooner had-he partaken than all uneasy sensations vanished, perfect love had now cast out fear, and he conversed with his Saviour as an intimate friend. Like the silver rippling of a summer sea, he heard fall from His lips the grateful approbation : “Thy labors are over, thy work is approved, rich and glorious is the reward." Thrilled with an unspeakable bliss, that glided over his spirit and slid into the very depths of his soul, he suddenly saw glories upon glories bursting upon his view. The doctor awoke. Tears of rapture from his joyful interview were rolling down his cheeks. Long did the lively impression of this charming dream remain upon his mind, and never could he speak of it without emotions of joy and tenderness.

To My Soul.

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UEST from a holier world,
O tell me where the peaceful valleys lie!
Dove in the ark of life, when thou shalt fly,

Where will thy wings be furled ?

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Where is thy native nest ? Where the green pastures that the blessèd roam ? Impatient dweller in thy clay-built home,

Where is the heavenly rest ?

On some immortal shoreSome realm away from earth and time, I know; A land of bloom, where living waters flow,

And grief comes nevermore.

Faith turns my eyes above; Day fills with floods of light the boundless skies; Night watches calmly with her starry eyes,

All tremulous with love.

And as entranced I gaze,
Sweet music floats to me from distant lyres;

I see a temple, round whose golden spires

Unearthly glory plays !

Within those azure deeps I fix thy home—a mansion kept for thee Within the Father's house, whose noiseless key Kind Death, the warder, keeps.

ALBERT LAIGUTON.

Wahat makes the Soul so baluable ?

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TS immortality. When endless years have

run on, the soul will still exist; amazing thought! Will it never tire? will the ethereal pulsation of sublimated existence never grow

heavy? will the wheel never be broken at the cistern? Never! The soul will endure as long as the throne of God! As heaven's wall shall gather no mosses from age, neither will the soul become decrepit; and in all the multitudes of heaven, not one shall be seen leaning upon his staff for very age! What! like the angels, never grow old! to be always the same through dateless centuries as when first created! But cannot she annihilate herself? Oh, no, the soul's literal suicide cannot be performed! No Judas Iscariot can find a sulphurous tree, or jutting wall, which, in Gehenna's cavern, or burning fields, may afford him suspension between life and death. The soul must live on!

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