they make me the tunnel, into which they pour everything which they wish you to hear." "Yes," replied the pastor," and it is because you are a tunnel that they use you as such."

SICKNESS.

WHEN sudden sickness chains my frame,
And takes my joys away,

Or tossing in the grasp of pain,

On restless couch I lay;

Thou, who a keener pang didst bear

On Calvary's torturing tree,

Give vigour to my feeble faith,

O Lord, remember me.

Rend out the strong and rooted sins
That to my bosom cling,

And wound the tender plants of peace
With their envenom'd sting;
Nor let of sickness and of guilt
My double burden be;
Come as the healer of my soul,
O Lord, remember me.

O thou alone to whom is known
How long I have to live,
Shew pity on my deep distress,
Though man no help may give.
Proportioned to my pressing need,
Let thy compassion be;

I will not shrink if thou art near,
O Lord, remember me.

If far away from home and friends
Thou call'st me now to die,
Smooth thou the pillow for my head,

And every want supply.

A smitten and a sinful man,

Unto thy cross I flee,

And whether life or death be mine,

O Lord, remember me.

MRS. SIGOURNEY

FORGIVENESS.

How beautifully falls

From human lips that blessed word, Forgive!
Forgiveness 'tis the attribute of God-

The sound which openeth heaven-renews again
On earth lost Eden's faded bloom, and flings
Hope's halycon halo o'er the waste of life.

Thrice happy he whose heart has been so schooled
In the meek lessons of humility,

That he can give it utterance: it imparts
Celestial grandeur to the human soul,
And maketh man an angel.

THE DYING PASTOR TO HIS WIFE.

Now be thou strong, my cherish'd one,
Nor bow thee to despair;

I go, but leave thee not alone,
Thy weary lot to bear.

The dazzling stars which burn above,
Were fashioned for decay;

Is not this light, the star of love,
More deathless far than they?

It is, it is. A whispering voice
Comes o'er the gloomy wave,
And bids my parting soul rejoice
In bliss beyond the grave.

The earth may hide, for one brief hour,
Its radiance from thine eye;

But death, the last of conq'ring powers,
Will sweep its shadow by.

I leave thee in a heartless world,
A dreary path to tread ;

I may no longer shield thy breast,
Nor raise thy drooping head.

Yet when, as wont, at ev'ning time,
Thy fervent prayer ascends;
Bethink thee, that to join with thine,
To earth my spirit bends.

And oh, when friends prove false to thee
On whom thy heart was stayed,
When sorrow comes, and thou shalt be
Neglected, wronged, betrayed;

When nearer still the dark cloud comes,
And anguish keener grows,

Till through thy burning brain and brow,
Thy blood like lava flows;

Calm, calm those murmuring thoughts to rest,
And hush each anxious fear;

For as the breeze that fans thy breast,

My spirit shall be near.

And when thy weary task is done,
Life's silver chord is riven;

My harp its thrilling notes shall join,
To call thee home to heaven.

Then, then shall beam that fadeless star,
Upon our path for ever;

Nor slander pierce, nor falsehood mar,
Nor changing time shall sever.

Then be thou strong my cherished one,
Nor bow thee to despair;

I go, but leave thee not alone,

Thy weary lot to bear.

PREPARATION FOR JUDGMENT.

P. M. P.

"Prepare to meet thy God."-Amos, iv. 12.

STOP a moment, fellow mortal;

Let me freely speak with thee;

Thou'rt approaching death's dark portal,
And wilt meet the Deity!

That divine, mysterious Being,
Whom with wonder spirits view,
Who all space pervadeth, seeing
All that men or angels do;

Him who every word remembers,
Who perceiveth every thought;
Hides himself mid dazzling splendors,
By his mere volition wrought;
Near this great eternal Spirit,
Thou alone must soon appear!
Friend, O hast thou any merit,

Canst thou meet him without fear?

Thou his counsel hast rejected,
From his kind entreaties turn'd,
His commands thou hast neglected,
And his great salvation spurn'd;
But if, with unfeign'd contrition,
Thou at mercy's footstool bend;
And in faith implore remission,
Through our Mediatorial Friend;

Then the glorious Omniscient,
Thou wilt be prepared to see;
Jesus' merits are sufficient,

From thy guilt to set thee free ;
To the beatific vision,

Then with triumph-thou shalt rise;
Then celestial fruition

Thou wilt ever realize.

O then now, with deepest sorrow,
Now to mercy's throne repair;
Tarry not until the morrow,

Hasten now, and offer prayer.
View the cross on Calvary's summit,
Up to which the Saviour trod;
Trust in Him who died upon it,
Thus "Prepare to meet thy God."

Alresford.

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"I have pleasing news about the state of religion in some parts of our presbytery. The city of New Brunswick, under old calvinistic preaching, and old mea

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