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was engraven the name of one of the sons of Jacob. In the ephod, in which there was a space left open sufficiently large for the admission of this pectoral, were four rings of gold, with which four others at the four corners of the breastplate corresponded; the two lower rings of the latter being fixed inside. It was confined to the ephod by dark blue ribands, which passed through these rings; and it was also suspended from the onyxstones on the shoulder by chains of gold, or rather, cords of twisted gold threads, which were fastened at one end to two other larger rings, fixed in the upper corners of the pectoral, and by the other end going round the onyx-stones on the shoulders, and returning, and being fixed in the larger ring. The breastplate was further kept in its place by a girdle, which, when it had gone once round, was tied, and hung down before.-Kitto.

SKETCHES FROM MY SCRAP-BOOK.

No, I. Amid the wide plains of Dartmoor, on a spot believed to have been a Roman encampment, it was proposed, a few years since, to hold a Missionary Meeting. The suggestion being approved, at the appointed time numerous companies were seen wending their way thither; and various, and nondescript indeed, were some of the vehicles put in requisition, and freighted with cheerful parties, on the occasion. It was in " the pleasant summer

time," the clear beams of the cheering sun poured down, undimmed hy clouds, unbroken by the thick leafage of umbrageous forest-trees ; for upon

the wild barren waste but a cluster of hardy shrubs ever and anon flourished, or, rather, succeeded in maintaining a struggling existence. For miles, scarcely a trace of cultivation was visible, save on the one side of the place destined to serve that day as the temple of the living God, which neared the boundary-line of land belonging to an irreligious farmer, who chose the very hour appointed for the Meeting to burn a quantity of rubbish within a few yards of the assembled people. A temporary erection for the accommodation of the speakers had been raised in the centre of the large circular excavation, opposite one entrance; the congregation stood around, or were seated on the grassy sloping sides, tier above tier, the green turf for their footstool, and the bright dome of heaven spread above, when,our farmer's fire having ignited, the clouds of choking smoke rolled over, enveloping in its thick mist speakers and people, the wind setting exactly in the direction to waft it towards them. Many hearts felt grieved at this successful annoyance, which thus threatened to mar the enjoyment of the interesting service.

A few minutes passed, and the swelling strains of one of our own beautiful hymns rose softly from the spot where had resounded once the tread of warrior-feet, the clank of Roman armoury, and the din of martial music. Sweetly swelled forth the clear and simple notes of the sacred song from the

green-sward temple, higher and higher, as the lark soars on with her dart-like pinions; but, unlike her, it came not back to earth, but ascended onwards and upwards, till reaching the dwelling-place of Jehovah, it fell as incense before his throne.

Quietly one poor man turned from the worshippers there, slowly wound his way round the exterior of the encampment, till, reaching the comparative seclusion of some shrubs near, he fell on his knees and prayed, simply, trustingly, and in faith, that God would overrule the evil designs of those adverse to his cause, would so soften the heart of the opposer that his endeavours to molest them should cease, or that, through some means, the annoyance might be removed.

It was

a simple, frank petition, from a lowly, trusting heart; and it displeased not the Lord God, the great Jehovah; for he condescended to honour, by answering, the poor man's prayer. In a very short time, the clouds of smoke were observed to be wafted in an exactly opposite direction: the wind had suddenly changed. Many wondered, and were pleased; but few, even in that company, knew of the simple prayer of faith, the heart-felt, the heart-uttered petition, which had been breathed by the holy suppliant, and had been heard and answered. Surely it is not desirable to account for incidents such as these on the ground of mere coincidence. Surely the God who hath numbered the very hairs of our head, will lend a willing ear to the cry of his people, even to that of the most lowly of the flock.

Many months have passed, and we know not if the pleading peasant, or the more wealthy individual who was guilty of an act so uncourteous, be yet denizens of this lower world, or if each has gone to another. If the latter, and dying as they had lived, how different now their states! a contrast how delightful for the one, and how fearful for the other ! But this we know, one who joined in the services of that day with interest and pleasure, has exchanged mortality for immortality, -is now singing the praises of the Saviour who redeemed him, in a land fairer than ours, where the sound of war and trumpet-notes have never called an echo forth, and where a fairer sky and brighter beams are around him than ever earth witnessed; even the bright beams of the Sun of Righteousness, shining on with a brightness how fine and unclouded! And another, who, on the occasion alluded to, was a principal speaker, expired near the spot a short time subsequently. He was proceeding to his destination for the purpose of proclaiming the glad tidings of salvation, the loving-kindness of that Saviour who is typified as the rose of Sharon,” and meditating, perchance, on the divine and eternal beauties of “the fairest among ten thousand, the altogether lovely.” He fell on the desolate heath; and before human aid could arrive, his spirit had flown to Jesus in paradise.

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“Come in, thou blessed,

Sit by me!

With my own life I ransom'd thee.
Come, taste my perfect favour.
Come in, thou happy spirit, come,
Thou now shalt dwell with me at home.
Ye blissful mansions, make him room,
For he must stay

For ever!”

M. A. COOKE.

HAWTHORN: ITS SENTIMENT.

HOPE ON FOR EVER.

WE yet would bless the hawthorn-bloom,

Forget it not, ah! never.
With greenest leaves bedeck our tomb,

And leave them there for ever.
Hope on we will, though smiles be past,

Though hearts which loved grow cold;
This motto claim, and hold it fast,

Though we be growing old.
"Hope on for ever!” This shall be

A wreath for locks when white,
In tottering age a staff for me,
Our path-star in the night.

ASLAN.

MY FIRST CABINET. " DEAR mamma, I am tired with my doll; but what shall I do with her wardrobe ? it was a present from grandmamma, and I do not feel disposed to give that away just now.” “I would advise

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