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If our feeling towards them be different from this, it is because the love of God dwelleth not in us; and we have reason to doubt whether we belong to the same family, whether we be numbered among the purchased flock. In this case the celebration of the Redeemer's nativity can bring no joy to our frozen → hearts.

If we believe not, we are cut off from all the benefits of his coming in the flesh, and from all which he has done and suffered for the sin-stained soul of man.

We may be compared to that lord who did not believe in the power of God to effect the deliverance which he had promised.

“ And that lord answered the man of God, and said, Now, behold, if the Lord should make windows in heaven, might such a thing be?

“And he said, Behold, thou shalt see it with thine eyes, but shalt not eat thereof.

And so it fell out unto them, for the people trode upon him in the gate, and he died.” 2 Kings vii, 17–20.

Thus it shall be : unbelievers shall see with their eyes the salvation of the just, while they themselves , are cast out, and their cry will be that of lamentation and woe, while believers shall rejoice with ful-ness of joy for evermore.

S. M.


How soft is the echo
Around the dark eaves,
When the night wind is whispering
Through clustering leaves;
When, within the still dwelling,
No sound can be heard,
Nor voices, nor footsteps,
Deep midnight disturb !

Though silence unbroken,
Her empire may keep,
Yet twine not her sceptre
With the poppies of sleep;
For to those who are thoughtful
And watchful with me,
'Tis the hour of all others
When the fancy is free.

Then the loved and departed,
Come to me once more,
And the changed, and the absent,
Smile round as of yore;
And the home of my childhood
Appears to mine eyes,
'Midst its beautiful vallies,
'Neath blue summer skies.

The page of the Future
She'll sometimes unroll,
And in Hope's tones of music
Reads over the scroll:
Whilst cautiously peeping,
Bright pictures I see;
Oh! am I not happy,
Sweet fancy, with thee!

Yet these visions delusive,
But tempt me astray ;
And it is but a meteor,
Which lights up the way:
Turn, turn then my spirit,
At the warnings of truth,
And remember thy Maker,
In the days of thy youth !


“The errors of Rome-that is, rank idolatry, a subversion of all civil as well as religious liberty, and the utter disgrace of reason and of human nature.'-Lord Chatham.


The adoption of a plan which will greatly lighten the burden of postage to the public is welcomed by many whose purses or whose consciences have hitherto imposed a degree of restraint on their letterwriting propensities : while others, whose letterreading and letter-answering propensities are not commensurate with the epistolary activity of their friends, quake at the prospect of an amelioration which may act on their comfort in an inverse ratio. In fact, we cannot refrain from putting in a few deprecatory sentences, on behalf of a certain persecuted body of helpless individuals, who are in danger of being ‘kilt with kindness.'

The scribbling world may be divided into two classes. First, we have those who can call their time their own, and who, when the aforesaid propensity comes upon them, have only to adjust a rosewood desk, draw forth a sheet of paper, unclose a wellstopped inkstand, try the nib of a delicate pen, and breathe the leisurely effusions of arm-chair repose. Perhaps the measured march of intellect declines a halt when the legitimate limits of their paper are reached: if so, they have only to change its position, and the lines are crossed without inconvenience to the fair operator. The letter is perused, folded, sealed, directed, and left for the post: the desk is

closed : and some other amusement invites the attention.

The second class may be embodied in an individual; and the fair transcript of a diary, extending only to twenty-four hours, will best explain the business.

She received by a late coach a parcel from the printing-office, requiring a supply of matter for the press, by the revision of proof-sheets, and completion of some unfinished pages. The packet must go by early coach next morning, and to prepare it required a very late sitting. She went to her chamber fatigued, excited, feverish, and unable to compose herself to sleep. A long task must be performed on the morrow, or the day's earnings would not cover the day's expenses; and the depressing effect of coming debt, combined with a conscious inability for accumulation of work, would further paralyze the weary hand, and dim the enfeebled eye. Sbe rose, hardly refreshed, but full of what must be committed to paper, and after the unavoidable interruptions of domestic minutiæ that must not be neglected, the desk was laid open, the mass of papers arranged, and with a glance of distress at the advanced hand of the time-piece, she commenced her work.

In an hour's space she had made some progress, and hoped to have a reasonable portion of leisure secured for a little out-door exercise, or social converse, in the after part of the day; but the post-the dreaded post arrives, and a heap of letters is laid before her. Oh that she could put them by for a few hours ! but no: something may demand an immediate reply, and they were opened. Two did require to be answered by return of post: for one was to

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