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who needs it most; confess the frailties and imperfections on your part, which may have been a stumbling block in

their way, and then petition for their growth in grace; and then depend upon it, your labour will not,-cannot be in vain. True, its fruits may never be visible in this life, but your prayers will not return unto you void. There will be a day when you will find the bread you cast upon the waters, if that day be not till the Day of Judgment, and you will have engaged One to plead for you, Who cannot plead and plead in vain.

ON THE CREATION.

M. C. C.

"And God saw every thing that was made, and behold it was
very good."-Genesis, i. 31.

Oh! let me not pass careless by
The beauties spread abroad,

Nor with a dull and vacant eye
Survey Thy works, Oh! Lord!

Let not my mind be fixed alone
On worldly cares and joys;
Let not mine eye for ever roam

On vain and sordid toys.

The early morn's sweet breath I'd taste,

The cool and dewy eve,

At fervid noon the bower I'd seek,

And glowing sunshine leave.

And there I'd list the wild birds song,

And think each lay I heard

Of Him who tuned their notes to praise
The good and gracious Lord.

I'd walk beneath the hedgerow green,
And mark each tiny flower,

And see the bee with busy wing

Employ the sunny hour.

When wintry winds blow fierce and loud,

And angry surges roar,

And giant trees uprooted lie,

And Earth is covered o'er.

With mantle white of purest snow,
I then would call to mind

Who bade the raging sea" be still"
And hushed the roaring wind.

And thus in sunshine and in storm

The hand of God I'd trace,

And hope to serve Him better still,

And see Him face to face.

GATHERINGS.

S. W.

A LITTLE BOY.-"A little boy, about six years old, was one day sitting very thoughtful. Being asked what he was thinking about; 'I am thinking,' said he, 'of the great God of heaven; and that I must die."

A LITTLE GIRL.-"A little girl, about four years of age, being asked, 'Why do you pray to God?' replied, 'Because I know He hears me, and I love to pray to Him.' 'But how do you know He hears you?' Putting her little hand to her heart, she said, 'I know He does, because there is something here that tells me so."

Correspondence.

DEAR MR. EDITOR,

I

THE sight of the Schools, in the Parish Church, on Whit-Monday, was very fine. heard there were 4,000 children in Church, and that there were thirty-seven Banners and Flags, most of them made of silk, and very handsome.

When I went back into our School-room, and saw all the children getting ready for their Tea, I could not help thinking what a good plan it would be, if those Schools which are now handsomely set up in Flags would, against next Whitsuntide, provide themselves with mugs for the children's Tea. These, if made of good strong earthenware, with the "Name of the School" engraved upon them, would be a nice piece of property for the Schools, and would save all the tears which I saw shed over mugs broken or lost.

I am, Sir,

Your constant reader,

Leeds, June, 1850.

L.

ENVY.-"The envious man is a thorn hedge covered with nettles. He hath no disease but his neighbour's welfare." -Bp. Hall.

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66 THEY THAT SEEK ME EARLY SHALL FIND ME.'

"COME, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,
Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze;
Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest,
And joy's pure sunbeams tremble in thy ways;
Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer buds unfolding,
Waken rich feelings in the careless breast-

While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding,
Come, and secure interminable rest.

Soon will the freshness of thy days be over,
And thy free buoyancy of soul be flown;
Pleasure will fold her wing, and friend and lover
Will to the embraces of the worm have gone ;
Those who now bless thee will have pass'd for ever-
Their looks of kindness will be lost to thee;
Thou wilt need balm to heal thy spirit's fever,
As thy sick heart broods over years to be.

Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing,

Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die-
Ere the gay spell, which earth is round thee throwing,
Fades like the crimson from the sunset sky.
Life is but shadows, save a promise given,

Which lights up sorrow from a fadeless ray:
O, touch the sceptre !-with a hope in heaven-
Come, turn thy spirit from the world away.

Then will the crosses of this brief existence
Seem airy nothings to thine ardent soul,

And, shining brightly in the forward distance,

Will of thy patient race, appear the goal;

Home of the weary! where, in peace reposing,

Thy spirit lingers in unclouded bliss:

Though o'er its dust the curtained grave is closing,

Who would not early choose a lot like this."

ANON.

SUSAN LEE-CONTINUED.

(See page 128.)

CHAPTER IV.

“WHO'LL have a treat?" said Emily, running into the room, four days after Susan had left.

"What is it?" asked Emma and Fanny in the same breath.

"Father is going out in the boat, and he'll take us round to the Point, and we can walk home by Sandy Bay. Mother says we may take some dinner."

"Well that is really a treat," said Emma, "you've never been in a boat, Fanny, have you?"

"No," said Fanny, "I wanted so much to go, but you know I never saw the sea till I came here."

"I must not stay to talk," exclaimed Emily, "I'll run and get the things ready; and you are to come down to the beach in an hour."

So, accordingly, about an hour after, you might have seen a very merry little party sailing away towards Dover Point. The fisherman was steering, his son was ́attending to the ropes, and Emily sat on the bench with Fanny on her knee, telling her the names of different parts of the vessel, or catching the pieces of sea-weed as they floated

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