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• But Mr. MʻGhee has taken up the gauntlet, and given bim another extinguisher.'

"M'Ghee is a noble fellow; but I wish he would be less liberal of hard names. Such epithets as are sometimes flung at the individual, however well merited on his part, are carnal rather than spiritual weapons of warfare. Setting this aside, I regard him as one of the most perfect specimens of a Protesting Christian the church can boast of.'

Shall we withdraw our eyes, uncle, for a while from our own little territorial speck, and consider the marvellous things that God is doing in far distant lands?'

• Ay, and render unfeigned thanks for what we behold. The movement among the Jews on one bandthe multitudes from various quarters who are now, as by one great impulse, bending their course towards Palestine ; the seeming readiness of the northern autocrat to encourage such proceeding; the fartber enfeeblement of the Turkish interloper, by the accession of a mere boy to Sultan Mahmoud's throne,-all bespeak a hastening of that drying-up by which the mystical Euphrates shall lose its power to bar the way of returning Israel. On the other hand, what an amazing ingathering of heathen worshippers to the true fold! Sinking in the west, the sun appears about to re-vivify the long-forsaken east with his glorious beams: and oh, what a rising will that be!'

The ten kingdoms are coming up in remembrance with Great Babylon before God, for judgment and a cup of trembling: but the church will receive an accession in other quarters, outnumbering beyond compute those who must be cut off, as false professors, unstable souls, whose life consists in a name oply, and whose end must therefore be destruction.'

• But remember God has a numerous people to be called out, before his wrath falls on the blasphemer of his truth and usurper of his throne. I am very jealous lest, under the discouraging aspect of this place and these times, we become lukewarm in what is our own especial duty, as a professedly protesting people. Ourselves, or at least our fathers, were in the iron furnace of Rome, thence plucked with a mighty deliverance, and so situated as to enjoy great facilities for snatching our less favoured brethren from the same destruction. In every possible way I would help forward the work of foreign missions : with all available means, I would haste to the rescue of the ancient people of God: but as a Protestant I feel my assigned office is to contend against the advancing tide of Popery: and as an inhabitant of these long-favoured but now menaced isles, I feel that my post in the great battle-field is AT HOME!

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Who that has seen the sun's uprising, when his first bright gleam comes sparkling over the billows on a clear autumnal morning, but has felt a thrill of gladness at his heart-an involuntary, perhaps an unconscious ascription of praise to the Creator, who has so framed him that all his innate perverseness cannot bar the entrance of that thrill? The brisk wind that curls the wave, and flings its light spray abroad, does but multiply mirrors for the imaged ray to fash from ; and when the mighty orb has wholly lifted his disk above the swelling outline of the beautifully rounded horizon, and looks down upon the surmounted bar

Some of our readers may be ready to imagine, when they discover the nature and drift of this story, that the idea has been borrowed from some of the works on the same subject which are now being extensively advertised. The writer, therefore, wishes to say, in explanation, that she has never seen a single page of any of those works, and that the plan of the present narrative was fixed upon before either of them were so much as announced. Although subsequently laid aside, from illness and other obstacles, all that is here printed, and several chapters more, were written upwards of eight or nine months since.


rier, sending beam after beam to traverse that watery world, and to gild it with dazzling splendour, who does not accord the palm of natural magnificence to that of which no adequate idea can be conveyed to one who has not looked upon it-sunrise at sea.

It was on such a morning, in the month of September, when the breeze was strong, the billows tumultuous, and the sun resplendent in a clear blue sky, that Helen Fleetwood paused on the edge of a cliff which overlooked the eastern wave, to indulge, perhaps for the thousandth time, an emotion of delight not the less vivid because Helen was a simple country girl, whose thoughts had never learned to clothe themselves in language worthy of the occasions that called them into existence. Of the milkpail, which swung lightly to and fro upon her arm, she could have discoursed with judgment and propriety: but of that blaze of light, first stealing, then flashing, then broadly spreading in a refulgent mantle, over the surface of the deep, Helen had little to say. She nevertheless felt its joyous influence through every fibre of her frame, and her young heart danced as gaily beneath its light as the most airy bubble upon the billow's crest. In like manner Helen's lips had hitherto been mute, when others spoke of brighter beams, the influence of the Sun of Righteousness, as he rises with healing in his wings upon a benighted world of tumult and strife, but there was that within her bosom which owned his power, and rejoiced in his light.

Tripping by her side as she walked on, and wheeling in a restless circle around her when she paused, little Mary Green bore the three-legged stool that was to aid them in their operation on the two cows,

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whose distant lowings were occasionally audible during the short pauses of the ocean's measured roar. It was not in Mary's nature to be silent long; and, after gazing up into Helen's face, to read in its happy expression the pleasure that her loving heart never failed to reciprocate, the little girl gave utterance to her companion's thought and her own, by remarking, Sunrise is very pretty, Helen.'

“Yes, it is,' replied the other, and a pity it would have been to lose the fine sight by letting some sleepy little girls take their own time to get up.' '.

Mary laughed : 'Why you know the mornings are not so warm now as they were a month ago; and there was hardly light enough to dress by. I am always glad afterwards; but somehow I don't like giving up my own way at the time.

* Nor I,' said Helen: 'but you know, Mary, one's duty is the best rule to go by; and one never regrets in the long run having done so.'

'Talking of a long run,' rejoined Mary, whose taste by no means accorded with any thing savouring of a lecture, · let us race now till we come to the gate, or the cows will be tired of waiting, and get cross; and what will old Buckle say then ?

Helen assented ; and with one parting glance over the bright sea, turned towards the shed where the cows were kept; and away they both ran till the intervening stile obliged them to pause ere they crossed it.

The full pail, nicely poised as it was on Helen's bead, required a steadier pace in returning; and the two girls pursued the chat, which indeed rarely knew an interval during the many waking hours they passed together.

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