SOLEMN WARNING TO YOUTHFUL READERS. I KNEW a Sunday-school boy, The Lord saw fit to lay him down Upon a bed of pain, But sickness could not turn his heart -- To health he was restored again, Nor cared for Jesu's love. How sad, how dreadful 'twas to see To curse and swear, as he was heard, He left his home at length to go He left the house, and off he ran, And in the road a corpse he fell Before another hour. How sad my tale, and yet 'tis true. T. G. This dear lad ruptured a blood-vessel while on his way to a Sunday-school, and died instantaneously. He was about fifteen years of age. What a solemn warning! Are you, reader, prepared to meet God? SEARCHING THE SCRIPTURES. THE FRENCH BLACKING VENDER AND HIS BIBLE. An old man, a seller of blacking, took his stand for many years in a very crowded quarter of Paris. A Bible was presented to him. This poor creature was only permitted by the police to sell his blacking after sunset in the day he was occupied in preparing it; but after standing in the street till late, to obtain fivepence or seven pence by his blacking, he devoted many hours of every night to studying the sacred volume, and reading it to his wife, by the light of a glimmering lamp, till one or two in the morning. It was astonishing to those who visited him how rapidly he proceeded, not merely to read and comprehend, but even to compare different parts of the word of God together. In a few months, at more than seventy years of age, he had obtained such a harmonious view of the Scriptures, as to be much better acquainted with their historical contents than his Christian instructor. When he discovered the doctrine of justification by faith, he was overwhelmed, and could not believe that any one had discovered it before, or, at least, so clearly as himself. His wife being ill, she was obliged to go to the hospital, and her husband contrived to carry the Bible in a bundle of clothes, that he might read to her. The priest soon heard of his having the Bible, and attempted to frighten him from reading it, offering him a comfortable support for life if he would give it up and return to confession. He replied, "I should then be a hypocrite; I would rather die from want than become one. Since I read this book, I can no longer give up my conscience to another.” ADDRESSED TO A DESIRING YOUTH. YE tender ones, come lisp His name To whom archangels sing; Whose matchless love, whose glorious fame, Is sin your burthen, sin your grief? Ob, may you early seek His face, That He would of His sovereign grace His blood can cleanse from every sin, Go, guilty youth, and wait on Him, Seek till you Abba, Father! cry; How many little ones above, Do you not long to know that there, On Zion's holy hill, You in their bliss and joy shall share, Where love each soul doth fill? Then seek Him, find Him; then you'll sing, In that bright world on high, Sweet hallelujahs to the King, Beyond the azure sky. Walworth. MARY ANN. JOHN STOUT, THE VILLAGE FRIEND. BENEATH a large old sheltering oak A "lean-to" might be seen, L It scarcely could be called a house, I wish you could have seen the man He was so very, very short, I am not sure about his name, But they called him Master Stout. He knew the neighbours called him sc, He mostly worked at Farmer Brown's; 'Twas seldom he could stand a week And so, of course, this kept him poor; But though Stout was so quaint and queer, And its gentle, calm expression Bespoke a peaceful mind. Suppose that now we take a peep And see how Master Stout goes on A small square stool there was besides, |