In that great gathering, think you the swarthy Karen whom Christ's gospel found in the jungle will be at any loss, because of the differences of their earthly dialects, to greet and hold fraternal intercourse with the American backwooodsman, who, knowing but our language, and that uncouthly, sent by the missionary his sympathies and alms to this the missionary convert? Think you the Sandwich Islander, renewed, sanctified, and glorified, will be at a loss to address him who was once his unknown patron and brother on these western shores? No; their prayers, long since offered-this in Karen, and this in Hawaiian, and that in English-blended in the ear of their common Lord, and returned to earth in mutual and intermingling blessings. Shall not, think you, their love and likeness to that same Lord-a Lord now near and visible-make them capable of full sympathy and freest intercourse ?—Dr. W. R. Williams.

THE SHORTNESS OF TIME.

IF time be so short; if the space allotted to each one of us be so narrow; if already but a small remnant of our lives be left to us, and if much evil and suffering be apportioned to us all, surely we may with truth observe, that time is not worth living for. What can there be in this perishing world that is worthy the pursuit of the soul? True, there are many things very attractive to the sense-very fascinating to the imagination. Many delightful objects around us solicit our attention; many that are fitted to charm every faculty of our mind, and gratify every passion of our nature--riches, and gayety, and dissipation, and honor--all the innocent and all the guilty gratifications of life and these things have a natural and almost irresistable hold on our affections. But look at them through the medium of eternity, and what are they? Day-dreamsshort, uncertain, fleeting vanities; fashions of this world that are passing away. They will not bear minute investigation; they have in them all the seeds of corruption and decay; they elude the eager grasp, and disappoint the most anxious devotee to their charms; they are like those fog-banks which often deceive the oldest and most experienced mariners, and delude them with the hope of land, but when their imagination is wrought up to the highest pitch of expectation, and they already fancy that they discover the well-known headlands and the desired haven, the sun breaks through, the wind arises, and the deceitful phantom vanishes in air! So are all those things of time and sense which men idolize and adore in the place of God and eternity. The Scripture reveals their nature and their doom; they are transitory; they "perish with the useing." And can they, then, satisfy? The soul of man is formed

this sanctuary, my hearer, you may go forth to hear the gospel no more. Death, already having traveled far, may meet you; may give you the fatal stroke; may come to execute his great commission to call you before God. Oh, it is a solemn thing to hear the gospel for the last time, to go way where the offer of salvation will never be borne to the ear again!

THE MASTER KEY OF THE UNIVERSE.

Holiness is the master key of the universe. Born to die, you are fated to travel hence. You are but a sojourner here, as all your fathers before you were. Earth is not your home. The summons of death comes, and you must go forth. But wither? Become God's charge and child, be a renewed man by God's grace, and you are gifted virtually with the freedom of the universe.

In traversing our little, narrow earth, there is much gained for the convenience and ease of the pilgrim when he has a circulating letter of credit that will secure him funds at any great town which he visits; and, by his knowledge of the language, he can converse with the natives of all the lands that he may enter. He has thus a sort of universal pass key, alike to resources and intercourse. He is everywhere at home. But did you ever reflect, that while the knowledge of the schools may be comparatively useless after death, the knowledge, love and likeness of your God furnish a portable wealth which death ' only makes more valuable? Did you never remember that sympathy with Jehovah is the language of the spirit-a celestial dialect intelligible to all holy intelligences in all worlds? Go where you may--be your journey far into the azure depths of space, till our poor planet becomes but a dim spangle in the outermost hem of the robe of night-you are, if truly godly, nowhere a stranger, for everywhere your Father's sceptre is over you, and your Father's grateful and loving subjects encounter you.

Schemers have toiled to invent a universal character that all people of the earth might use in common. Let there be graven on your souls, regenerate and sanctified, the characters of true holiness and of divine sonship, and they are recognized by all the hierarchies of heaven, and angels welcome and cherish in you, fellow-heirs and younger brothers of their Sovereign and your Redeemer. Soon the hand of the destroyer will have torn you from earthly home, kindred and friends. But if you are godly, it is the exchange of a perishable able abode; of a family small and erring tered, for the general assembly and ch countless host, and all immortal, i

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In that great gathering, think you the swarthy Karen whom Christ's gospel found in the jungle will be at any loss, because of the differences of their earthly dialects, to greet and hold fraternal intercourse with the American backwooodsman, who, knowing but our language, and that uncouthly, sent by the missionary his sympathies and alms to this the missionary convert? Think you the Sandwich Islander, renewed, sanctified, and glorified, will be at a loss to address him who was once his unknown patron and brother on these western shores? No: their prayers, long since offered-this in Karen, and this in Hawaiian, and that in English-blended in the ear of their common Lord, and returned to earth in mutual and intermingling blessings. Shall not, think you, their love and likeness to that same Lord-a Lord now near and visible-make them capable of full sympathy and freest intercourse?—Dr. W. R. Williams.

THE SHORTNESS OF TIME.

IF time be so short; if the space allotted to each one of us be so narrow; if already but a small remnant of our lives be left to us, and if much evil and suffering be apportioned to us all, surely we may with truth observe, that time is not worth living for. What can there be in this perishing world that is worthy the pursuit of the soul? True, there are many things very attractive to the sense-very fascinating to the imagination. Many delightful objects around us solicit our attention many that are fitted to charm every faculty of our mind, and gratify every passion of our nature--riches, and gayety, and dissipation, and honor--all the innocent and all the guilty gratifications of life and these things have a natural and almost irresistable hold on our affections. But look at them through the medium of eternity, and what are they? Day-dreamsshort, uncertain, fleeting vanities; fashions of this world that are passing away. They will not bear minute investigation; they have in them all the seeds of corruption and decay; they elude the eager grasp, and disappoint the most anxious devotee to their charms; they are like those fog-banks which often deceive the oldest and most experienced mariners, and delude them with the hope of land, but when their imagination is wrought up to the highest pitch of expectation, and they already fancy that they discover the well-known headlands and the desired haven, the sun breaks through, the wind arises, and the deceitful phantom vanishes in air! So are all those things of time and sense which men idolize and adore in the place of God and eternity. The Scripture reveals their nature and their doom; they are transitory; they "perish with the useg." And can they, then, satisfy? The soul of man is formed

this sanctuary, my hearer, you may go forth to hear the gospel no more. Death, already having traveled, far, may meet you; may give you the fatal stroke; may come to execute his great commission to call you before God. Oh, it is a solemn thing to hear the gospel for the last time, to go way where the offer of salvation will never be borne to the ear again!

THE MASTER KEY OF THE UNIVERSE.

Holiness is the master key of the universe. Born to die, you are fated to travel hence. You are but a sojourner here, as all your fathers before you were. Earth is not your home. The summons of death comes, and you must go forth. But wither? Become God's charge and child, be a renewed man by God's grace, and you are gifted virtually with the freedom of the universe.

In traversing our little, narrow earth, there is much gained for the convenience and ease of the pilgrim when he has a circulating letter of credit that will secure him funds at any great town which he visits; and, by his knowledge of the language, he can converse with the natives of all the lands that he may enter. He has thus a sort of universal pass key, alike to resources and intercourse. He is everywhere at home. But did you ever reflect, that while the knowledge of the schools may be comparatively useless after death, the knowledge, love and likeness of your God furnish a portable wealth which death only makes more valuable? Did you never remember that sympathy with Jehovah is the language of the spirit-a celestial dialect intelligible to all holy intelligences in all worlds? Go where you may-be your journey far into the azure depths of space, till our poor planet becomes but a dim spangle in the outermost hem of the robe of night-you are, if truly godly, nowhere a stranger, for everywhere your Father's sceptre is over you, and your Father's grateful and loving subjects encounter you.

Schemers have toiled to invent a universal character that all people of the earth might use in common. Let there be graven on your souls, regenerate and sanctified, the characters of true holiness and of divine sonship, and they are recognized by all the hierarchies of heaven, and angels welcome and cherish in you, fellow-heirs and younger brothers of their Sovereign and your Redeemer. Soon the hand of the destroyer will have torn you from earthly home, kindred and friends. But if you are godly, it is the exchange of a perishable for an imperishable abode; of a family small and erring, and soon to be scattered, for the general assembly and church of the first-born, a countless host, and all immortal, impeccable and indivisible,

In that great gathering, think you the swarthy Karen whom Christ's gospel found in the jungle will be at any loss, because of the differences of their earthly dialects, to greet and hold fraternal intercourse with the American backwooodsman, who, knowing but our language, and that uncouthly, sent by the missionary his sympathies and alms to this the missionary convert? Think you the Sandwich Islander, renewed, sanctified, and glorified, will be at a loss to address him who was once his unknown patron and brother on these western shores? No; their prayers, long since offered-this in Karen, and this in Hawaiian, and that in English-blended in the ear of their common Lord, and returned to earth in mutual and intermingling blessings. Shall not, think you, their love and likeness to that same Lord-a Lord now near and visible-make them capable of full sympathy and freest intercourse?-Dr. W. R. Williams.

THE SHORTNESS OF TIME.

IF time be so short; if the space allotted to each one of us be so narrow; if already but a small remnant of our lives be left to us, and if much evil and suffering be apportioned to us all, surely we may with truth observe, that time is not worth living for. What can there be in this perishing world that is worthy the pursuit of the soul? True, there are many things very attractive to the sense-very fascinating to the imagination. Many delightful objects around us solicit our attention ; many that are fitted to charm every faculty of our mind, and gratify every passion of our nature--riches, and gayety, and dissipation, and honor--all the innocent and all the guilty gratifications of life and these things have a natural and almost irresistable hold on our affections. But look at them through the medium of eternity, and what are they? Day-dreamsshort, uncertain, fleeting vanities; fashions of this world that are passing away. They will not bear minute investigation; they have in them all the seeds of corruption and decay; they elude the eager grasp, and disappoint the most anxious devotee to their charms; they are like those fog-banks which often deceive the oldest and most experienced mariners, and delude them with the hope of land, but when their imagination is wrought up to the highest pitch of expectation, and they already fancy that they discover the well-known headlands and the desired haven, the sun breaks through, the wind arises, and the deceitful phantom vanishes in air! So are all those things of time and sense which men idolize and adore in the place of God and eternity. The Scripture reveals their nature and their doom; they are transitory; they "perish with the useing." And can they, then, satisfy? The soul of man is formed