flowers that never fade. Myriads of happy spirits are there, and surround the throne of God with a perpetual hymn. The angels, with their golden harps, sing praises con-tin'-u-al-ly, and the cher'u-bim fly on wings of fire.

This country is heaven; it is the country of those that are good; and nothing that is wicked must inhabit there. The toad must not spit its venom among turtle doves, nor the poisonous henbane grow among sweet flowers. Neither must any one that doeth evil enter into that good land.

This earth is pleasant, for it is God's earth, and it is filled with many delightful things. But that country is far better; there we shall not grieve any more, nor be sick any more, nor do wrong any more; there the cold of winter shall not wither us, nor the heats of summer scorch us. In that country there are no wars or quarrels, but all dearly love one another.

When our parents and friends die, and are laid in the cold ground, we see them here no more; but there we shall embrace them again, and live with them, and be sep'-a-ra-ted no more. There we shall meet all good men, of whom we read in holy books. There we shall see A'-bra-ham, the called of God, the father of the faithful; and Moses, after his long wanderings in the Arabian desert; and E-li'-jah, the prophet of God; and Daniel, who escaped the lions' den; and there the son of Jesse, the shepherd king, the sweet

singer of Israel. They loved God on earth; they praised him on earth; but in that country they will praise him better, and love him more.

There we shall see Jesus, who is gone before us to that happy place; and there we shall behold the glory of the most high God. We cannot see him here, but we will love him here; we must be now on earth; but we will often think on heaven. That happy land is our home: we are to be here but for a little while, and there for ever, even for ages of eternal years.

POETRY.

DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR.

Love God with all your soul and strength,
With all your heart and mind;
And love your neighbour as yourself,-
Be faithful, just, and kind.

Deal with another as you'd have
Another deal with you;

What you're unwilling to receive,
Be sure you never do.

AGAINST LYING.

O'tis a lovely thing for youth

To walk betimes in wisdom's way;

To fear a lie, to speak the truth,

That we may trust to all they say..

But liars we can never trust,

Tho' they should speak the thing that's true; And he that does one fault at first,

And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,
How God abhors deceit and wrong?
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue?

So did his wife Sapphira die,

When she came in, and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie,
That just before her husband told.

The Lord delights in them that speak
The words of truth; but every liar

Must have his portion in the lake

That burns with brimstone and with fire.

Then let me always watch my lips,
Lest I be struck to death and hell,
Since God a book of reckoning keeps
For every lie that children tell.

AGAINST SWEARING.

Angels, that high in glory dwell,
Adore thy name, Almighty God!
And devils tremble down in hell,
Beneath the terrors of thy rod.

And yet, how wicked children dare
Abuse thy dreadful glorious name!
And, when they're angry, how they swear,
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme!

How will they stand before thy face,
Who treated thee with such disdain,
While thou shalt doom them to the place
Of everlasting fire and pain?

My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above;
"Tis that great God, whose power I fear,
That heavenly Father, whom I love.

If my companions grow profane,

I'll leave their friendship, when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain, And learn to curse, and learn to swear.

AGAINST QUARRELLING.

Whatever brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.

Birds in their little nests agree;

And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.

Hard names at first, and threatening words That are but noisy breath,

May grow to clubs and naked swords,

To murder and to death.

Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,

Our little brawls remove; That, as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love.

THE LITTLE PILGRIM.

Now that my journey's just begun,
My course so little trod,

I'll stay, before I further run,
And give myself to God.
And, lest I should be ever led
Through sinful paths to stray,
I would at once begin to tread
In wisdom's pleasant way.
What sorrows may my steps attend,
I cannot now foretel;

But if the Lord will be my friend,
I know that all is well.

If all my earthly friends should die,
And leave me mourning here;
Since God regards the orphan's cry,
O what have I to fear?

If I am rich, He'll guard my heart,
Temptation to withstand;