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Then, reader, the grief of my soul was extreme. I wept before the Lord Jesus, whom I had seen despised and trodden under foot with such excess and assurance : I groaned over the servitude in which I saw this poor people retained by Satan; and I thought also of the ancient days, of those days when the faithful mouth of Zuingle as opened in these same places.

(To be continued.)

This wisdom cannot be attained, but by the direction of the Spirit of God, and therefore it is called spiritual wisdom. We see to wbat vanity the old philosophers came, who were destitute of this science, gotten and searched for in bis Word. We see what vanity the school doctrine is mixed with, for that in this word they sought not the will of God, but rather the will of reason, the trade of custom, the path of the fathers, the practice of the church. Let us there fore read and revolve the holy scripture both day and nigbt; for blessed is he that hath his whole meditation therein. It is that that giveth light to our feet to walk by; it is that which giveth wisdom to the simple and ignorant.. In it may we find eternal life.-Homily for Rogation Week.

LADY FLORA HASTINGS.

It was towards sunset on the evening of the 9th of July, 1839, that, while crossing London Bridge, I descried amid the thousand masts of Thames' one with a sable ensign the sad purport of which I well knew. It was the Leith steamer, ‘Royal William,' lying off St. Katherine's wharf, destined to receive a freight, the recollection of which thrilled my bosom with emotions inseparable from the subject. A long drive brought me to the opposite extremity of the great city; and I soon found myself housed in the very spot whence, twelve months before, I had looked on the brilliant pageantry of the coronation procession; yea, standing at the window where I had proudly hung forth my banner the name of Victoria wrought in living rosebuds-over which, as my fingers pursued the delightful task, many a prayer had been secretly breathed that the glory of a divine workmanship

1 See the number for August, 1838.

might be manifested in the life, the reign, of the maiden Monarch, even as it was in the inimitable beauty of those exquisite flowers. The prayer is recorded on high : oh, God grant that I may yet live to render thanks for its accomplishment !

But no bright blossoms were around me now: the unoccupied hands hung listlessly down that had then so cheerily laboured through the night; and oppressed with thoughts of grief I held a solitary vigil, ever and anon looking forth, with a vague apprehension that the expected removal might be accomplished under the shadow of midoight. I watched until the full pure light of morning had succceded the glare of lamps, and every closed window along the silent street suggested a strange contrast between the darkened rooms within, and the silvery brightness of early day without. Still no movement appeared, save the measured tread of the relieving guard on their march to the old palace gate. The procession was to start at three; half an hour had elapsed since St. James' clock proclaimed the appointed time; and I could no longer resist the impulse that prompted a movement towards the scene of sorrowful expectation. It was not difficult to induce a sympathizing friend to accompany me, and we crossed the court-yard, bent our steps along the Mall, and reached the place which I can well romember, as that where the stately old red brick palace of Queen Charlotte looked over the length of a straight canal towards the Horse Guards. All is changed since those days the canal, the park, the palace, the court, the times—a mighty change bath passed on all.

It was a lovely morning : freshness characterized

alike the clear blue sky above us, the verdant plantation beside us, and the unfettered breeze so delicious after a night of sorrowful watching. Groapes of respectable persons were collected in front of the palace, serious, earnest, and expectant; and this I could account for. Carriages with closed windows were from time to time arriving and filing off towards Pimlico, there to take up an assigned position, and for this too I could account: a commanding officer of Dragoon guards, fully equipped, was walking bis charger to and fro, while in the more distant guard-house soldiers were seen looking out upon the morning's light; and this was not strange to me, for I knew the customs of a garrisoned place : but for one thing I was at a loss to assign a cause. A formidable body of the Metropolitan Police took their station in such wise as to present to those assembled a front that certainly bespoke a purpose of intimidation. As my eye ran along the extended line of this fine body of men, drawn up with military precision, and evidently prepared to act with instantaneous effect, I could not but mentally ask, What prompted this idle precaution? Does any terror that mortal hand may dispel lurk around the breathless body of an innocent maiden, already pent close in her narrow coffin? It was an unseemly spectacle in my eyes : but the spirit of change has passed over all things.

A thrill ran through the quiet assemblage ; they gathered closer to the railing that encloses the palace; and all eyes were fixed upon the object that slowly passed across the spacious court. It was a hearse, overtopped with sable plumes, that with almost imperceptible motion drew up before the centre door of the right wing, and there remained stationary. The infirmity of corrupt nature was strong upon me, and had thought been allowed to pursue its obvious track, dark indeed as the black plumage drooping before us would its angry complexion soon have become; but a sudden and sweet turn was given to the course of those troubled thoughts : for immediately on the hearse becoming an immoveable object, the sun attained a height that enabled him to shoot a most brilliant ray over the tree-tops under which I was standing :--it fell upon a window in a direct line above the sable bier; and such a dazzling glory as rested over it, while every pane of glass lost itself in the flashing blaze of that magnificent beam, I scarcely ever witnessed. The contrast was perfect: sin, sorrow, death, corruption below-salvation, light, life, glory, immortality and everlasting joy above,my inmost heart responded to the signal. The tears then swelling were those of bitter indignation mingled with sullen grief the tears that presently overflowed were full of softened gladness, for well I knew that though the body was enclosed in impenetrable darkness, the soul was enfranchised in fields of unextinguishable light.

. And was it so? Was the Lady Flora Hastings indeed a child of God? Did her path of almost unequalled sorrows i eally “ lead to the world where sorrow is unknown?” Can you certainly tell us to think of her as a departed sister in Christ Jesus ?'

Yes, God be thanked, I CAN: and never were the pages of a Christian Lady's Magazine more suitably occupied than with the record that is now to be engraven on these pages-facts, not collected from public documents, or from the hearsay of multiplied reporters of what others have told, but personally

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