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removed to the place about a week for watching sheep, and told hi before; that his mother was taken that he must not spend it, but put sick the day after they came, and out at interest, or trade with it, was unable to leave her bed; that as to make something by it. I there were two children younger knew his father would not let hi than himself; that their last food give it away; for he was not a tri was eaten the day before; that his Christian, and thought of little el mother had sent him out to beg the than of making and saving mone first time in his life; that the first Arthur's mother died when he wa man he asked told him that beggars an infant, but with her last breat would be put in jail ; so he was afraid she gave him to God. to ask anybody else, but was return When Arthur was five years old ing home, when Arthur overtook he was sent to school to a pior him, and asked him what he was cry. teacher who cared for his soul, an ing for.

knowing that he had no teacher i Arthur went in, and saw a good home, she took unusual pains looking woman on the bed, with two instruct him in the principles small children crying by her side. | religious truth. The Holy Spir As he opened the door, he heard the blessed her efforts, and before ! eldest say, “Do, mamma, give me was eight years of age, there w something to eat.” They stopped reason to hope that he had bee crying when Arthur and the boy born again inwardly. came in. The boy ran to the bed Arthur was now in his tenth yea and gave his mother the loaf, and He considered how he should hel pointing to Arthur, said, “He bought the poor widow, and at length hi it for me."

upon the plan that proved success “Thank you,” said the woman; ful. “may God bless you, and give you His father was very desirous th: the bread of eternal life!”

he should begin to act for himself The oldest girl jumped up and business matters, such as maki down in her joy, and the youngest bargains. He did not wish him tried to seize the loaf. Seeing that ask his advice in so doing, but to the widow's hands were weak, Ar by his own judgment. After t thur took the loaf, and cut off a business were done, he would she piece for the youngest, and then for | whether it was wise or not; b the girl and the boy. He gave the never censured him, lest he shou loaf to the widow. She ate a small discourage him from acting on 1 piece, and then closed her eyes, and own responsibility. seemed to be in silent prayer.

In view of these facts, Arthu “She must be one of the Lord's formed his plan. poor,” thought Arthur. “I'll go "Father, may I lend my hal and get something for you as quick crown P” as I can,” said Arthur, and he de To some spendthrift boy?" parted.

"I won't lend it without go He went to Mrs. Berton's, who security.” lived near, and told her the story; The father was pleased that! and she immediately sent some milk son had the idea of good securi and bread, and tea, sugar, and in his head; he would not inqui butter; and sent word that she what it was for; he wished Arth would come herself, as soon as she to decide for himself. He told hi could get the baby to sleep.

to lend it, but be careful not to lo Arthur had a half-crown at home, it. which he wished to give the poor “I'll be sure about that,” said A woman. His father gave it to him | thur.

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Arthur took his half-crown, and an to the poor widow, and gave it o her, and came away before she iad time to thank him.

At night his father asked him if he had put out his money. “Yes, sir,” said Arthur.

Whom did you lend it to ?” "I gave it to a poor, starving widow in Mr. Harvey's house."

There was a frown gathering on his father's brow as he said, “ Do you call that lending ? not ask my permission to lend it ?

son that will deceive

Did you

“I thought you had more sense,'

. said his father; but this was not said in an angry tone. The truth was, the old man was pleased with the ingenuity, as he called it, of his boy. He did not wish to discourage that. So he took out his purse, and handed Arthur half-a-crown. “Here; the Lord will never pay you; I must, or you will never see your money again.”

Thank you, sir,” said Arthur. “In my way of thinking,” said he to himself, “the Lord has paid me much sooner than I expected, too; I hardly expected He would pay me in money. The hearts of all men are in His hand, and the gold and silver are His; He has disposed my father to pay it to me.

I'll lend it again."

Arthur kept the habit of lending his spare money to the Lord all his days; and he was always satisfied that he was paid fourfold, and often several times over.

Have I a

me?"

"No, sir,” said Arthur; “I did lend it.” He opened his Bible that he had ready, with his finger on the place, He that hath pity upon the poor, lendeth to the Lord. I lent it to the Lord, and I call that written promise good security.”

"Lent it to the Lord! Will He ever pay you ?"

Yes, father, He will; it says He

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"I LOVED HER!”

MANY

years ago, a beloved friend lost a very beautiful and promising child, about ten years of age. Little Alice had been her father's daily companion in long rambles among the hills, through the branching woods

, and by the lovely lake-shore; in fact, it seemed as if there was no spot around his home that was not hallowed by some delightful remembrance of the beloved one.

But the Master had come, and called for the dear daughter to leave her 'pleasant haunts and pleasant home, and enter into

His presence and the unspeakable glories He had prepared for her. The grief of the parent at his bereavement was almost insupportable; though he knew whom he had believed,” yet the blow had come with such a crushing weight that it almost overpowered him. She was laid to rest within the shadow of the purple hill,--the calm lake at her feet, and the wild birds and humming insects sang all day long the song of peace to the little slumberer.

One evening, like Mary of old, the afflicted father had “ gone to the grave to weep there;" he had kneeled by the turf-clad mound, and

earnestly prayed that this affliction might work out for him “an e ceeding weight of glory;" and in his deep grief he fervently pray that the Lord would send him some sweet assurance that all was w with the child.

As he arose, he looked around upon the shadowy hills and the ri pling water, and then once more his eyes rested upon the grassy b of the precious sleeper; and, clasping his hands involuntarily, he e claimed: “Oh, how I loved her!" He started; a soft voice echo from the hills,—“I loved her!

"It is the voice of God,” he exclaimed. “I asked for an assuranc that all was well with my child; and now He has spoken from th everlasting hills those blessed words of comfort, “I loved her. Yes the Lord has indeed loved her, and taken her to dwell with Him, an He bids me, the sorrow-stricken one, to place all my hopes in Him It seems that, hidden among the hills was a most beautiful echo, and the father had ever known of its existence, he had quite forgotten it the time ; and in the moment of deep distress the touching words, “1 loved her," coming to his ear after his earnest exclamation, filled his with the sweet assurance he had longed for, that all was well with thi child.

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his was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet

That ever breathed a word ;
And never earth's philosopher

Traced with his golden pen,
On the deathless page, truths half so sage

As he wrote down for men.

In that strange grave without a name,

Whence his uncoffined clay
Shall break again, O wondrous thought!

Before the Judgment-day,
And stand with glory wrapt around

On the hills he never trod,
And speak of the strife that won our life,

With the Incarnate Son of God.

and had he not high honour,--
The hill-side for a pall,
to lie in state while angels wait
With stars for tapers tall,
Ind the dark rock-pines, like tossing

plumes,
Over his bier to wave,
And God's own hand in that lonely land,

To lay him in the grave ?

O lonely grave in Moab's land !

O dark Beth-Peor's hill !
Speak to these curious hearts of ours,

And teach them to be still.
God hath His mysteries of grace,

Ways that we cannot tell ;
He hides them deep, like the hidden

sleep
Of him He loved so well.

THE FAMILY LIBRARY.

We are glad to announce the appearance of the third volume of Mr. Spurgeon's Treasury of David. * It extends from the fifty-third to the seventy-eighth psalm, and is compiled on precisely the same principles as those which directed the composition of the previous volumes. Mr. Spurgeon speaks of this volume as having cost more labour” than either of the others: we are not sure that it is not more valuable than either of them. At any rate, it is a worthy companion to those that have preceded it; and we doubt not that it will

, for many Fears , be deemed, like them, a precious gift to the Church. How Mr.

can find time, amidst his other multifarious labours, to issue every few months such volumes as these, we confess passes our com

Spurgeon prehension.

Westbourne Grove Sermons, by William Garrett Lewis,t is the production of our excellent friend, the editor of the Baptist Magazine. Even if these sermons were not as good as they are, it would ill become the youthful Church to speak otherwise thản respectfully of what springs from the sanctum from which proceeds every month the veneTable Baptist Magazine ; but we are glad to report that they are, like their author, sound, solid, and substantial; and that they are in all respects a worthy memorial of the twenty-five

years’ ministry of which are the result. Such sermons cannot fail to be useful. As we

we have no difficulty in accounting for the popularity of the preacher, who, every year since his ministry began, has grown in the estimation, not of his own people only, but of his brethren and * Passmore & Alexander.

* Yates & Alexander.

they read them,

friends throughout the country. May our friend be long spared preach such sermons, and to carry on the useful work with which name is so honourably identified !

Heavenly Laws for Earthly Homes, * is the title of a new work our friend, Mr. Dennett, of Lewisham. It deals with the relatii between wives and husbands, children and parents, servants and m ters, sisters and daughters, and, indeed, between the members of 1 family as a whole. It is thoughtful, practical, and useful. No mes ber of a family could read it without pleasure and profit. It is worthy successor to the author's other work, “A Manual for Your Christians,” which we had pleasure in lately reviewing.

How many volumes have been published on the Lord's praye And yet, The Lord's Prayer, a series of sermons by our friend a helper, Mr. Lance, of Newport,ť proves itself, by its excellence, by means superfluous. The volume is an excellent one. Our reade know the author's style, and here he is at his best. There are ni sermons in the volume, one on each clause of the prayer. Such se mons it is a pleasure to read, and must be a privilege to hear. 1 author tells us, in his preface, that the discourses were deliver extemporaneously, and were taken down by a hearer in shorthan We congratulate the congregation at Newport on the services of minister who can preach such sermons extemporaneously.

We can only notice further this month, Enthusiast !-a serm preached before the Baptist Missionary Society, by the Rev. Charl Stanford. A capital sermon, and one eminently worthy of the exte sive circulation which we trust it will have. The text is Gal. ii. 20.

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