What comfort had they in these better views! Gratefully must they have confessed that the promise of their Master was fulfilled. Another Comforter came and took up his abode in their hearts.

Reader, you are a member of an affectionate circle. There is one to whom the rest of the little band look with fondest hopes, a parent or a child. He is in no feeble sense your life. The idea of losing him you cannot entertain. What would become of you? How could you live, and what should you live for, if that idol were taken from you? The sun may go down at noon; the earth may be shaken out of its place; but if that life is touched, chaos would come to you, and existence be without form and void. To you, that precious friend is scarcely less than Jesus was to his disciples, the centre of your hopes, the spring of your life. But suddenly that light is quenched; the rock on which you rest vanishes; and for you it is as if a great voice, like that heard by the Roman when he burst into the burning temple of Nature, saying, "Let us depart," and creation were forsaken of its God. And yet with what truth might your departing friend take up the words, "It is expedient for you that I go away; for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come." How little have we of

a true spirit, while we are clinging idolatrously to a being, frail as ourselves! We are living in the light of a human countenance, on which the ghastliness of death may pass at any moment, when we were made to live in the cloudless light of eternal truth. It is necessary for us that those, who are to us as gods, should go away; for while they remain, and we lavish on them all our affections, the true Comforter cannot come.

THE HEART'S SONG.

BY REV. A. C. COX.

In the silent midnight watches,

List thy bosom door;

How it knocketh-knocketh-knocketh

Knocketh evermore!

Say not 't is thy pulse's beating,

'Tis thy heart of sin;

'Tis thy Saviour stands entreating,

Rise, and let me in.

Death comes down, with equal footstep,

To the hall and hut;

Think you Death will stand a-knocking,

Where the door is shut?

Jesus waiteth - waiteth

But thy door is fast;

waiteth

Griev'd at length, away he turneth—

Death breaks in at last!

Then 't is thine to stand entreating Christ to let thee in;

At the door of heaven beating,

Wailing for thy sin.

Nay, alas, thou foolish virgin,
Hast thou then forgot?

Jesus waited long to know thee,

But he knows thee not!

MOSES SEEING THE INVISIBLE.

BY THE REV. JOSEPH H. JONES, D. D.

In the account given of the Exodus of the Hebrews from Egypt, nothing surprises us more than the conduct of their leader.

His refusing to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter, an alliance by which he would have succeeded to the throne of Egypt; his "choosing to suffer affliction with the people of God," rather than to receive honor from their oppressors; his bold and fearless intercession; and at last, the manner of his exit, not deterred by the menaces of the king.

However appalling the prospect before him, in the view of others disgrace, poverty, extreme bodily peril, and perhaps death-yet none of these things moved him. There were other things, and greater far than these, by which he was influenced, and