trying and perilous path? The very conception is sanctifying. For," seeing we are compassed about by so great a cloud of wit"what manner of persons ought we nesses, to be in all holy conversation and godliness?" It may be an inferior, but it is yet a powerful motive to watchfulness. But suffer not this thought, holy and persuasive as it is, to take the place of that greatest of all motives to holiness," Thou The consciousness of God seest me!" 1 God's eye resting upon us at every step, that eye, the eye of a Father reconciled in Jesus, and never for one moment withdrawn from us-0 there is no motive to "I have set the a holy walk like this. Lord always before me ;"2 "The eyes of the 1 Gen. xvi. 13. 3 Psal. xxxiv. 15. 2 Psal. xvi. 8. God seest me;" "Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways," are declarations deeply solemn and sanctifying to the child of God. What are the eyes of angels and of glorified saints gazing upon us, compared with the eye of the holy God-this God, our God and Father, accepting us, rejoicing over us in Jesus the Son of His love? O to walk beneath the beamings of that eye, as an holy, obedient child, loving what He loves, hating what He hates, and aiming in all things to please and glorify Him. This may be a high and difficult walk, but the grace of Jesus is all-sufficient for it. That grace can make us all that the Lord would have us to be, even "perfect as our Father in heaven is perfect." We return to the dying young saint. 1 Psal. cxxxix. 3. 48 Her affectionate minister took occasion to ex direct her attention to some of those " ceeding great and precious promises" appropriate to her present circumstances. After and prohe had paused, she herself took up longed the delightful strain, and quoted that most wonderful of all the promises, as expressing the source of her joy and the foundation of her hope-" God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." "These," she continued," are indeed sweet and cheering promises. O that I could convey to you the most distant idea of the joys of heaven— nay, the bliss which I already feel. But I cannot describe it to you. And no wonder that my feeble tongue is powerless, when the Scripture says, 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear 1 John iii. 16. heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him."" Presently she was heard to exclaim, "I see the cross-the cross of my crucified Saviour!" Her mamma replied, "Let your eye be fixed upon the cross and the Saviour who died upon it, my love, and He will save your precious soul." "I will, mamma," she gently replied, and raised her hands in prayer. It was evident to those now watching her expiring moments, that the spirit of this departing saint was in close communion with the realities of that celestial world upon whose confines she stood. To her a "door was opened in heaven;" she "had come to Mount Zion, and unto the city of the living God." Looking, as Stephen did, "within the veil," she saw, and heard, and felt, what no mortal tongue could disclose. "O THAT I COULD CONVEY TO D YOU THE MOST DISTANT IDEA OF THE JOYS OF HEAVEN NAY, THE BLISS WHICH I ALREADY FEEL!" "Music swells around my bed Angels fill the room; Lovely voices whisper near- "Pain and earthly grief depart! "See the beauty of the skies Sweetly round me glow; "While the sun of nature sets, Heaven's rich beams arise; Changeless day succeeds to night- "Every storm of wo is quelled, All the billows rest; |