This execution had lasted four hours. It was on the 1st of July, 1523, that the first martyrs of the Reformation laid down their lives for the Gospel. All good men shuddered when they heard of these events. with fearful anticipations. "The executions have begun," said Erasmus. The future was big "At length," exclaimed Luther, "Christ is gathering some fruits of our preaching, and preparing new martyrs." But the joy of Luther in the constancy of these young Christians was disturbed by the thoughts of Lambert. Of the three, Lambert possessed most learning; he had been chosen to fill the place of Probst, as preacher at Antwerp. Finding no peace in his dungeon, he was terrified at the prospect of death; but still more by conscience, which reproached him with his cowardice, and urged him to confess the Gospel. Delivered ere long, from his fears, he boldly proclaimed the truth, and died like his brethren. A noble harvest sprung up from the blood of these martyrs. Brussels manifested a willingness to receive the Gospel. "Wherever Aleander lights a pile," remarked Erasmus, "there it seems as if he had sown heretics." “I am bound with you in your bonds," exclaimed Luther; "your dungeons and your burnings my soul takes part in. All of us are with you in spirit; and the Lord is above it all!" He proceeded to compose a hymn commemorative of the death of the young monks; and soon, in every direction, throughout Germany and the Low Countries, in towns and in villages, were heard accents of song which communicated an enthusiasm for the faith of the martyrs. MARY'S OFFERING. BY MRS. WILSON. "And she began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and pressed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment."-Luke vii, 33. THE board was laid within the pompous hall Of the proud Pharisee, and mingled notes And well they might-for Jesus was the guest! In that proud circle, oft the kindling glance But the proud Pharisee-the pompous feast- She was a "sinner"-here we will not pause Deem'd the prophetic vision of his guest Should pierce "the curtain of the shrouded past," She was a sinner-yet she calmly stood, Bent on her in derision; for the high The heartless scorn from that proud circle flung, Its melody upon her wounded heart, MARY'S OFFERING. That erst had deck'd her form, were now displac'd, The full Luxuriance of her golden hair, unbound Of worldly pleasure, flash'd its chasten'd glance Which was the welcome off"ring? Which obtain'd I tell ye, tears of penitence, are drops 23 MURMUR at nothing; if our ills are reparable, it is ungrateful; if remediless, it is vain. But a Christian builds his fortitude on a better foundation than Stoicism; he is pleased with every thing that happens, because he knows it could not happen unless it had first pleased God, and that which pleases him must be the best. He is assured that no new thing can befall him, and that he is in the hands of a father who will prove him with no affliction that resignation cannot conquer, or that death cannot cure. AFTER praying to God not to lead you into temptation, do not throw yourself into it. The Soft Summer Rain. WORDS BY M. E. LEE. MUSIC COMPOSED FOR THE LADY'S PEARL, BY J. N. METCALF. Allegretto. 3 4 1. From hill and from valley I hear a glad strain,And down the green brightly?'Tis the soft summer rain, 'Tis the soft sum-mer rain. 2 It comes, and a quiver Of joy shakes the fane Of woods, while the river Bounds quick to the main; And each leaf caressing Its spray pours a blessing On the soft summer rain. 3 The wild forest singer, But hastens to gain |