be a refractory disciple,-only that stern gravity of Charles appals me.

Do not be afraid of me, he said, I mean affectionately to warn you. And, O! Fanny, think if my human countenance, a fellow sinner's, is unpleasant to you, what will be the frown of Him, who will see the guilt of impenitent blasphemy, and tell them who say, "Lord, Lord," in vain, that He never knew them?

Hush, Charles, say no more; I will lay my hand on my lips, and acknowledge "I am vile" thay mouth has utterly offended-and from this time, God helping me she paused-yes, God helping me,-I did not say that in vain,-I will set a watch.

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Well, Fanny, now my heart rejoices in this providential interview; I have cause indeed to thank God who brought us together this day. We will love His commandment, rely upon His word, and seek His grace. But I would offer one advice to you, watch your heart, whence proceeds every evil thing, and do not indulge in the vanity of light, trivial, and foolish conversation. The fashion of this world will fade away: let us endeavour, for solid transformation of heart

and mind, that deep and sanctified thoughts of God may not only preclude the vain use of his name, but adorn our conversation with meekness and holiness, or, as the scripture says, "Season it with salt, to the edifying of the hearers." I have one request to make, she said, and in a playful tone of voice, turning to Charles, Will you allow me to ask you one question? Will you take it in good part, and forgive me if I offend?

Charles could not but relax his features at this good-tempered sally, and she then continued, Although I suppose you are engaged to spend the day together, you will I hope go home with me. I expect my husband back from his visit in time for dinner, and then we can converse together on the business which brought me here.

We agreed to the proposal, but said we would walk together, and follow her in time for the engagement.

She took leave, saying, I think I shall never forget this morning.

When she was gone, I addressed my friend,-Now do you not think we have had an encouraging opening to our new purpose? I believe I believe we have always opportunities of acting in a reformer's

lonely cottage, there the scattered farms; behind the busy town, on the left the mouldering ruin, on the right the arched bridge! All, all looks fair! all looks blessed! all looks happy! From above shines forth the generating sun! The heavens seem to smile and the earth to laugh and sing! Shall such a creation. be blasted by man's iniquity?

Shall the sins of men frustrate their own blessings, and bring down a desolating storm, or a pestiferous blight which shall change the face of all nature, and make that scene, which now gladdens our eyes and rejoices our heart, a sad and mournful monument of the crimes of men:— Shall men use the Name in vain of Him who created all, and instead of blessing Him in holy praise, blaspheme Him in wicked effrontery; or instead of owning his goodness, call upon Him for curses? O my heart again shudders at the thought, how soon this prospect might exhibit a mournful aspect, "Because of swearing." If men would trace the judgment of God, and review their own sins, I do not. doubt they, many, many times, would find themselves led direct to some blaspheming moment, when they marked themselves as amongst those who should no

be held guiltless, by the oath or the murmuring discontent against God's dealings, or the abominable sin of a vain mentioning of the Name of Him, on whom they depend for life, and breath, and all things.

It is, I said, a monstrous state of sin, and proves indeed how far we are fallen from Him who created all, when, though living under the constant providence of his bounty, we find men bringing guilt upon their heads in this awful way, and by the very abuse of that holy Name which they blaspheme, at the same moment confess they know the Name, and despising it, increase their guilt and defy the Avenger!

My friend suddenly seized me by the arm, See there, he said, here comes wickedness.

I threw my eyes forward, and saw a waggon with a team of horses come galloping on the road towards us, the driver was standing in the front of his waggon, using his long whip without mercy, and vociferating words in loud accents, which, as he drew near, we heard were oaths.

A groan of horror burst from the heart of my companion, and he exclaimed, I know him well! Look at his countenance,

his attitudes, but, if possible, stop your ears against his words, and you see the man who struck me with such an awful impression but yesterday. Let us stand a moment, and try if we can arrest that tongue by the sign of our observation.

We did so, and as the waggon came nearer, the man's eye glanced towards us, the furious flash of which betrayed his recollection of his reprover, and, as if determined to escape another warning, which he saw prepared for him, he redoubled his strokes, and, as he rapidly passed us, wished he might be for ever cursed, if he cared for any man that dared to meddle with him. The man was in imminent danger, but as regardless of the temporal fate that awaited him, as of the eternal doom of his blaspheming soul. The rough jolting of the waggon often threw him off his balance, and, before he could recover himself from one of these shocks, one of the fore wheels jerking over a large stone in the road, chucked him over. For an instant he endeavoured to save himself, but the motion prevented his seizing hold, he fell with his face to the ground -the wheels rolled directly over his legs we flew to help-the horses soon left