enter that defileth, or maketh a lie. A pure River of the Water of Life is there, clear as crystal, and proceeding out of the throne of God. Greater than all, Christ is there! Such a conception of heaven ravishes the soul. The Christian yearns to be within the sacred walls. He is almost impatient to hold a harp and wear a crown. While he looks upward, the vision is so enchanting that when he casts his eyes again upon the earth, it seems dismal and dreary. The sun, in its meridian, shines with the fulness of splendour over his head; but the brightness is not bright enough, and he wishes that the sky might open before his gaze, and disclose the Golden City beyond. He would have but a single other wish,— to be there, and then afterward and for ever he would be unspeakably satisfied. But awhile he waits here, and renews his courage daily from the promise" Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.” THE SCOTTISH BOY'S SONG. M far from my hame, an' I'm weary aften whiles For the langed-for hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles; I'll ne'er be fu' content until my een do see The gowden gates o' heaven, an' my ain countree. The earth is flecked wi' flowers, mony-tinted, fresh and gay, But these sights an' these soun's will as naething be to me When I hear the angels singing in my ain countree. I've his gude word o' promise, that some gladsome day the King To his ain royal palace his banished hame will bring; Wi' een an' wi' hearts running owre we shall see The King in his beauty, an' our ain countree. My sins hae been mony, an' my sorrows hae been sair, Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest, He's faithfu' that hath promised; he'll surely come again; So I'm watching aye, an' singing o' my hame, as I wait SUDDEN DEATH AND GLORY. THE Rev. Mr. Hall, of Arnsby (father of the celebrated Robert Hall), Mr. Evans, of Foxton, and Mr. Christian, of Sheepshed, three eminently pious ministers of the Gospel, attended a ministers' meeting at Mr. Woodman's, Sutton-in-the-Elms, Leicestershire. The day was solemn, and the discourses delivered were very interesting and appropriate. In the evening these ministers spent their time together in the most agreeable conversation. Among other subjects one of them proposed for discussion that passage in Job ix. 23-" If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent." Deep seriousness pervaded the conversation, while each minister gave his thoughts on the text. When it came to Mr. Christian's turn to speak, he dwelt on the subject with an unusual degree of feeling. He considered it as referring to the sudden death of the righteous, and was expatiating on the desirableness of such an event, and the happy surprise with which it would be attended, when he took his flight into the world of spirits while the words were yet faltering on his tongue. Edmeston, the poet, wrote the following beautiful lines on this solemn event: Which is the happiest death to die? "Oh," said one, "if I might choose, Long at the gates of bliss would I lie, With bright celestial views. Mine were a lingering death without pain, And mark how bright and sweet would be "Fain would I catch a hymn of love So that those on earth might hear "No," said another, "so not I; Sudden as thought is the death I would die; Nor hear the quivering lips that bless me, Nor the frame with mortal terror shaking, "So would I die ! All bliss, without a pang to cloud it; To meet my Saviour in the air: Oh, how bright were the realms of light Even so I long to go: These parting hours, how sad and slow!" His voice grew faint, and fixed was his eye, The hue of his cheeks and lips decayed, His spirit had fled, Painless and swift as his own desire; From her mortal vest, Had stepp'd into her car of heavenly fire, Were the realms of light, Bursting at once upon the sight! A PROSPECT OF THE NEW JERUSALEM. SCEND, my soul, on Pisgah stand, From Nebo, view the promis'd land; Direct thine eye far far above, Twelve thousand furlongs long and broad, Of equal length, and breadth, and height. |