Not thou of mine!" And Jesus, with a smile Of heavenly sadness, met his earnest looks, And answered,

Suffer it to be so now; For thus it doth become me to fulfil All righteousness." And, leaning to the stream, He took around him the Apostle's arm And drew him gently to the midst.

The wood Was thick with the dim twilight as they came Up from the water. With his clasped hands Laid on his breast th' Apostle silently Followed his master's steps — when lo! a light, Bright as the tenfold glory of the sun, Yet lambent as the sofily burning stars, Enveloped them, and from the heavens away Parted the dim blue ether like a veil ; And as a voice fearful exceedingly, Broke from the midst,

LOU'D SON IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEAS'D," - a snow white

dove, Floating upon its wings descended through, And shedding a swift music from its plumes, Circled, and flutter'd to the Saviour's breast.

Willis.

“ THIS IS

MY MUCH

THE TEMPTATION.

“ Then was Jesus led up of the spirit into the wilderness to be tempted.” “Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God.” — Matt. iv. 1, 10.

When a thousand voices raise
To thy name the shout of praise,
And before thy dazzled sight
Glory beams enthroned in light,
While on thee she calls aloud,
Pointing to the admiring crowd,
Pause, nor kneel before her throne;
Give thy heart to God alone!

Sweeter strains of soft desire
Float round Pleasure's golden lyre.
Bright as beams of opening day
Hope and Transport round her play;
Smiles and Gaiety are there,
Banished far are Thought and Care.
Heed not thou the entrancing tone :
Give thy heart to God alone.

Mammon bids thee view the store
Heaped for him from every shore.
Worship him, and wealth untold,
Through thy swelling coffers rolled,

Shall reward thy bended knee.
Spurn the base idolatry !
Heavenly treasures are thine own ;
Give thy heart to God alone.

Onward, in thy Saviour's path,
Brave the baffled Tempter's wrath.
Soon deceitful Pleasure's lay,
From thine ear shall sink away;
Soon Ambition's thrilling voice
Cease to urge thy trembling choice.
Life's short day of duty done,
Thou shalt joy in God alone.

S. G. Bulfinch.

THE LAMB OF GOD.

“ And looking upon Jesus as he walked, he saith, Behold the Lamb of God!" - John i. 31.

Thou, who didst stoop below,

To drain the cup of wo, Wearing the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessed labors done,

Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth - passed to thy home on Man may no longer trace,

In thy celestial face,
The image of the bright, the viewless One ;

Nor may thy servants hear,

Save with faith's raptured ear, The voice of tenderness, God's holy Son!

Our eyes behold thee not,

Yet hast thou not forgot Those who have placed their hope, their trust in

thee;

Before thy Father's face,

Thou hast prepared a place,
That where thou art, there they may also be.

It was no path of flowers,

Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread ;

And shall we, in dismay,

Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread ?

O thou, who art our life,

Be with us through the strife!
Was not thy head by earth's fierce tempests

bowed ?
Raise thou our eyes above,

To see a Father's love
Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.

Even through the awful gloom,

Which hovers o'er the tomb,
The light of love our guiding star shall be ;

Our spirits shall not dread

The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.

Christian Examiner.

MARRIAGE AT CANA.

“ And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee." - John ii. 1.

INCARNATE Word! who, wont to dwell
In lowly shape and cottage cell,
Didst not refuse a guest to be
At Cana's poor festivity:
Oh when our soul from care is free,
Then, Saviour, may we think on thee,
And, seated at the festal board,
In fancy's eye behold the Lord.
So may such joy, chastised and pure,
Beyond the bounds of earth endure;
Nor pleasure, in the wounded mind,
Shall leave a rankling sting behind.

Heber.