SHORT SERMON.-TEXT, Prov. xxiv. 11,12.—If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; if thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not; doth not he that pondereth the heart consider it? and he that keepeth thy soul, doth not he know it? and shall not he render to every man according to his works?

SERMON. Here we see that if we do not use all lawful means to relieve the oppressed, and deliver those doomed to die, God shall so render unto us in our calamities.

APPLICATION.-A clergyman in the north of England related, that during a flood in the stream adjoining his house, he saw an individual approaching the opposite bank, He immediately called to a man who was ploughing for him in a field hard by, to go and warn him against attempting to cross. The man replied that it was no business of his; other people knew the ford as well as he did. The individual approached, and in attempting to cross was drowned. He proved to be this man's own father!

THE TENOUR OF THE GOSPEL OF PEACE.

I.

The way of Heaven is revealed in four words"Acquaint thyself with God."

II.

The guide to that way in three

"Search the Scriptures."
III.

The privilege afforded in that way, in four-`,

"Call upon thy God.".

IV.

The spirit of this doctrine in three

"Faith, hope, charity."

V.

The essence of it is comprised in six-
Love to God, love to man."

VI.

The mode of our salvation in six

"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ."

The means of our obtaining it in eight"Repentance toward God, faith in his dear Son."

VIII.

The duty enjoined thereby in three-
"Follow after Righteousness."

IX.

The result of our doing so in six

"Peace, which the world cannot give."

X.

The issue of that result in two

"ETERNAL LIFE!

THE CHILD OF HEAVEN.

How sweet is the balmy breath of Spring,
Floating o'er earth with her joyous wing,
Bidding all nature revive and live,

To drink of the sweets her hand can give ;
Waking the songsters the trees among,
Who hail her birth with their woodland song.
But I would taste of a nobler joy,

That is known in heaven without alloy,-
The earth is fair, but 'tis sweeter far,
Dwelling above where the blessed are!

Summer returns with her fragrant dews,
Tinting the earth with a thousand hues ;
Painting her dress with the rainbow dies,
Till the tiny flower with her iris vies;
Gladsome and gay is the lovely scene,
Sparkling bright in her beauteous sheen.
But I would soar from the world away,
To a fairer clime that endures for aye;
There are beauties here-but brighter far
Shine in that world where the blessed are.

Kind Autumn spreads o'er a favoured land,
Her varied fruits with a bounteous hand;

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Teeming with fulness the earth is found,
While gladness and mirth are reigning around;
Joyous in crowds do the people come,

Hark! they are shouting their "Harvest home!"
The Lord is good to the world below,

But I would wish far away to go-
For the tree of life is sweeter far,

Laden with fruit where the blessed are.

And Winter, too, hath her joys in store,
The cheerful hearth, and the closed door,
The mercies great our Creator brings,

Of friends, and peace, and a thousand things,
That circle around that sacred spot,

Our childhood's home, to be ne'er forgot.
Yet still I long far away to soar,

A rest to find on a calmer shore;

This life hath pleasures-but nobler far
Live in that world where the blessed are.

The Seasons have rolled with varied hours,
And again the earth is deck'd with flowers,
But the child of Heaven from hence hath fled,
And calmly sleeps with the silent dead
Her mortal part; but her spirit's flight
Hath been on high to the land of light;
That land where she longed so much to dwell,
Where the Saviour lives she loved so well,
There was nought below she wished beside,
But to gaze on Him that for her died.

THE SAINTS IN HEAVEN.
REV. vii. 9.

THRICE happy spirits now in light
Who see their Saviour's face,

They walk with Jesus clothed in white,
While now their faith is turned to sight,
They praise with infinite delight

The riches of his grace.

And dare I hope for bliss so great,
Unworthy as I am?

By grace divine, Lord, make me meet
To worship at thy sacred feet,
With saints rejoice in bliss complete,
Singing, Worthy is the Lamb.

A. K.

THE SOLEMN INQUIRY.

LORD, is it I that shall betray

The blessed Saviour who for me hath died? Or cease to tread the straight and narrow way Which leads to heaven through my Redeemer's side?

Lord, is it I that shall oppress,

With cruel hand, the needy and the poor?

And when the hapless orphan seeks redress,
Reject his cry, and spurn him from my door?

Lord, is it I who shall offend

Those little ones who put their trust in thee?
Or cease to be the sufferers ready friend;
Shall strangers cease to find a friend in me?

Forbid it, Lord; thy grace impart,

That may ever feel my Saviour nigh;
And be a guileless worshipper in heart,
And like a Christian live, and love, and die.

TO AN INDIAN GOLD COIN.

Ascribed to Dr. Leyden.

SLAVE of the dark and dirty mine!

What yanity has brought thee here?

How can I love to see thee shine

So bright, whom I have bought so dear ?

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The tent-ropes flapping lone I hear, For twilight-converse arm in arm ;

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The jackall's shriek bursts on my ear, When mirth and music wont to charm.

By Cherical's dark wandering streams,
Where cane-tufts shadow all the wild;
Sweet visions haunt my waking dreams,
Of Tiviot loved while still a child,
Of castl'd rocks, stupendous pil'd,
By Esk or Eden's classic wave,

Where loves of youth and friendship smiled, Uncursed by thee, vile yellow slave!

Fade, day-dreams sweet, from memory fade!The perished bliss of youth's first prime, That once so bright on fancy play'd,

Revives no more in aftertime.

Far from my sacred natal clime, I haste to an untimely grave;

The daring thoughts that soared sublime Are sunk in ocean's southern wave.

Slave of the mine! thy yellow light
Gleams baneful as the tomb-fire drear;
A gentle vision comes by night,

My lonely widowed heart to cheer.
Her eyes are dim with many a tear,
That once were guiding stars to mine;

Her fond heart throbs with many a fearI cannot bear to see thee shine.

For thee, for thee, vile yellow slave,
I left a heart that loved me true;
I crossed the tedious ocean-wave,
To roam in climes unkind and new.
The cold wind of the stranger blew
Chill on my withered heart-the grave,