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Where storms rage no more on that heavenly shore,
Where clouds never blacken the sky.

She saw some preparing the life-boat to fill,
For now they were foundering fast;
Then quickly she wrote a short, simple note,
And gave it to one as he past.

"Don't fret, dearest mother," this message she sent, "With Jesus I quickly shall be ;

A haven of rest I have found on his breast,
My Saviour is waiting for me."

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''Twas a terrible, terrible sight indeed,
Within that ship to see

A poor creature there in fearful despair,
So frantic with grief was she.

The storm raged around, but alas! alas!
It raged with more violence within ;
No calm quiet rest, was found in her breast,
No sweet sense of pardon for sin.

She, too, saw the life-boat just passing away,
And eagerly, wildly she craved,

"Oh! stop, stop your oars, all I have shall be yours If only my life may be saved!"

But ah, no! they cannot, they dare not return"Too late!" was the only reply:

Oh, bitter the smart, as these words pierced her heart, Loud, loud was her pitiful cry.

The waters closed o'er her, and oh, solemn thought!
No mercy is found in the grave;

To-day Jesus stands with kind, outstretched hands,
Both able and willing to save.

Ah slight not His mercy, despise not His grace,
The great day of wrath draweth near,
And then, in your woe, to whom can you go-
To whom will you turn in your fear?

Oh! look then to Jesus; look, look to Him now!
Remember He died on the tree;

For sins not His own He came to atone,

'Twas to purchase salvation for thee.

Love of God.

Jou had no love to God; but yet he has exercised unspeakable love to you. You have contemned God, and set light by him; but so great a value

has God's grace set on you and your happiness that you have been redeemed at the price of the blood of his own Son. You chose to be with Satan, in his service; but yet God hath made you a joint heir with Christ of his glory. You were ungrateful for past mercies; but yet God not only continued those mercies, but bestowed unspeakably greater mercies upon you. You refused to hear when God called; but yet he has manifested his infinite mercy in the exercise of it towards you. You have rejected Christ, and set him at nought; and yet he has become your Saviour. You have destroyed yourself; but yet in God has been your help. God has magnified his free grace towards you, and not to others; because he has chosen you, and it hath pleased him to set his love upon you.

O what cause is here for praise! What obligations are upon you to bless the Lord, who hath dealt bountifully with you, and to magnify his holy name! What cause for you to praise him in humility, to walk humbly before God, and to be conformed to his image. "That thou mayest remember, and be confounded, and never open thy mouth any more, because of thy shame, when I am pacified towards thee for all that thou hast done, saith the Lord God." You should never open your mouth in boasting or self-justification; you should lie the lower before God for his mercy to you. But you have reason, the more abundantly for your past sins, to open your mouth in God's praises, that they may be continually in your mouth, both here and to all eternity, for his rich, unspeakable, and sovereign mercy to you, whereby he, and he alone, has made you to differ from others.

President Edwards.

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WHAT Christ procured at the expense of his labours, sufferings, and death, we are invited to come and receive, "without money, and without price."

Grace gives freely, or not at all.

What the precept constitutes our duty, love makes both a privilege and a pleasure.

God preserves by his power those whom he intends to call by his grace; and sanctifies by his Spirit all whom he preserves for the enjoyment of his glory.

Conviction leads us to the cross, and from thence love leads us to the throne.

While Christ represents us in heaven, it is our duty to endeavour to represent him on earth; and thus to be living "epistles of Christ,-known and read of all men."

Jesus can not only sanctify, but sweeten affliction; not only render it profitable, but palatable.

Salvation was first a purpose, then a promise, then a work, then a gift, and at last a glorious possession.

Be thankful for past mercies, before you plead for new favours; this is the way to plead successfully: he that offereth praise glorifieth God.

Make the best use of what you have, and then you may look to the Lord with confidence for more.

Remember your sins, to confess them; your temptations, to guard against them; and your obligations, thankfully to acknowledge them.

It is better to have one God on your side, than a thousand creatures; as one fountain is better than a thousand cisterns.

We were not redeemed to be idle, but to serve God, and be zealous of

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Helena's Trouble.

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"If he should come and fall on his knees to beg my forgiveness, I would not forgive him," interrupted her father, sternly; and, to prevent any more being said, he left the breakfast-table and went into the shop.

As soon as the door closed, Helena burst into tears. "Oh, Alfred, Alfred!" she whispered softly to herself, "what could have tempted you to disgrace yourself, andAgain she was interrupted by her father. in quietly, and overheard the last words. us as well as himself," he said, bitterly. stain and reproach upon our name that can never be wiped out-no, never !" he added, fiercely.

He had come "He has disgraced "He has brought a

"But, father, you don't know how strongly he was tempted," pleaded Helena. "You know we are not rich

"Rich! I know that we are poor, and our honest, untainted name was all we had to be proud of; and I was proud of that, till--till—,” and the stern man was obliged to leave the room to hide his own emotion. His daughter saw it, and wished he had remained; for perhaps in this softened mood her pleadings might be listened to, and her father's heart might relent.

What to do she did not know. What would become of her brother, cast penniless, friendless, and characterless upon the wide world of London, she dared not think. She knew that he had done wrong—that he had weakly and basely yielded to temptation in robbing his employer; but still she pitied him; for she knew that he had been indulged in almost every fancy while at home, and that his very small salary as junior clerk had barely provided him with necessaries, away from home.

At the intercession of friends, and on his father promising to refund the amount that had been stolen, criminal pro

ceedings had been stopped; but every one knew why Alfred had left his situation, and it was this that stung both Mr. Wilson and his daughter most keenly.

She was as keenly alive to the shame and disgrace that had been brought upon them by the erring one as her father; but she had learned what he had not-to forgive, even as she had been forgiven.

While she was still thinking of her brother, wondering where he was, and what he could be doing, her father came into the room again; and she resolved to make another effort on her brother's behalf.

"I may write to Alfred once more, may I not?" she said, timidly.

"No, never!" thundered her father. "I tell you you have no brother, I no son-you are my only child. It is the only way we can wipe off the disgrace," he added, more calmly. "He and that crime are linked together, and it is only by casting off both that we can ever clear ourselves in the sight of the world."

"But in the sight of God," whispered Helena.

"God hates thieves as well as liars," responded her father, quickly.

Helena could not deny this; and although she knew that, somehow, there was a difference between God's hatred of these things and her father's hard, unforgiving spirit, she could not explain it. But she made one more attempt to soften the hard heart, for her brother's sake.

"What is to become of him, father, if we cast him off entirely ?" she said.

"I don't know, and I don't care. He has done all the ill he can do me-all he ever shall do me; so never mention his name to me again. From this time I renounce and forget him."

It was easy to say this, but Mr. Wilson did not find it so easy in practice. Even if memory had not brought before him the image of his absent son almost every hour of the day, he had the more definite remembrance of him in the

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