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powerful, so false, so armed at all points, how shall I withstand him? Apply your golden key, my young friend, and it will unlock to you an armoury, in which you will find a whole panoply of proof. The key of faith will open to you a store of weapons, among which choose what you will. Draw out the spear, or buckler, the shield, the breastplate, the helmet, or the sword; yea, even simpler weapons than any of these will suffice. A sling and stone, drawn from this arsenal, in the hand of a Hebrew boy, a mere stripling, overthrew one of his emissaries of old, and with the courage, furnished him by faith, David laid the giant, with all his burnished brass, prostrate at his feet. This enemy cannot stand against the armour furnished by faith. These weapons of our warfare are of such ethereal temper, that the very spirits are subject unto those who use them. Should the enemy come in like a flood, lift up a standard against him, and he will give way; oppose him, and he will take flight; simple resistance will discomfit him, for he is a coward. Resist the Devil, and he will flee.

Perhaps you will ask, where shall I find this key of faith, this wondrous possession? I will tell you, my dear reader, it is the gift of God; it is of the operation of the Holy Spirit. No human power, no mere moral suasion can impart it. But it is offered to you and to me in the scriptures, receive it as a boon worthy the Immortal Donor to bestow. Ask for it, seek for it, long for it, desire it, use the means of attaining it. It is the first precept of the law, as well as the gift of the gospel. He that believes obeys. "This is the work of God," said Jesus, "that ye should believe on me whom He hath sent.' Christ is the object of faith, believing in Him we are pardoned through His atonement, and justified by His righteousness, and shall be sanctified by His Spirit. He that hath Christ shall lack no good thing.

He that has the key of faith will not remain without the key of hope; for the one is a pledge that he is the heir of heaven, the other opens the celestial gates. And this hope will lead him to purify himself as God is pure; to become holy, for He is holy; and he who possesses it, has the secret of peace. When sorrowful, he will yet rejoice; when cast down, he will not despair; being persecuted, he will suffer it;

being reviled, he will bless. It will fill him with joy and peace. Our last key was love; this opens the heart to holy affections, to kind sympathies, to emotions of pity, to willing obedience; for the fulfilling of the law is love. It is the test by which faith is tried; all the works of the law emanate from one principle, and that principle is love springing from faith. For the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and faith unfeigned. Love is the climax of Christian attainment, and the very bond of perfectness!

But I wave any farther attempt at allegory, and conclude, by reminding my readers, that they must never put knowledge in the place of wisdom. Knowledge is generally applicable to subjects of human science, wisdom to those of heavenly morality. Wisdom comes down from above, and is pure, peaceable, merciful, gentle, unprejudiced, ingenuous, without deceit or dissimulation of any kind. If then to be pure is wise, if to be peaceable is wise, O, seek after purity and peace. If to be gentle is wise, where shall we find the perfect model, but in Him who was inexpressibly gentle! I beseech you, by the meekness and gentleness of Christ, follow his divine example. If the opposite of these qualities is folly, oh how foolish are the implacable, the merciless, the relentless! How mad the man that will not be entreated at all; how insane the unforgiving man, that takes his fellow-debtor by the throat, and says, Pay me that thou owest."

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Seek, by prayer and supplication, for that faith, which, mingled with holy fear, will open to you the secret of the Lord; which will reveal unto you invisible things, and give you an antepast of heaven. And O, cherish the sweet grace of hope; it will sustain you amid the evils of life, its disappointments and its trials, by constantly leading you to look forward to the glory that excelleth. And may the love of God be shed abroad in your heart by the Holy Ghost, then will you keep his commandments, and do no ill to your neighbour. Let your faith, hope, and love be grounded and settled on Him who has the keys of life and of death; then if at any time you are troubled, or thoughts arise in your hearts touching these great mysteries, remember the gracious words that proceeded out of his mouth when he said, "Behold my

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HANDS!" And in those pierced hands believe that you are safe, for time and for eternity!

"Our Saviour, Advocate, and Friend,
On thee our lives and souls depend.
The keys of death and worlds unseen
Firm in thy hand have ever been.
Thy pierced hands our feet shall lead

Safe in thy steps through death's dark shade."


M. G.


IF any of the readers of the Youths' Magazine felt interested in the account of Mr. Wordsworth and his son Edwin, which was contained in the Number for December, perhaps it will not be unpleasant to them, to spend an hour with them at their pleasant residence, during this Christmas vacation; and to be present at the evening scripture lesson. In the mean time, they will no doubt be glad to learn, that the earnest and affectionate remarks of his father had been so useful to the little boy, that his eye now was never seen to wander in the house of God, nor his countenance to express thoughtlessness. On the look betokened seriousness, tenderness, and contrary, his every


His cousin Charles was spending part of the vacation with him; and on the evening which I am about to describe, the happy circle were sitting round a blazing fire, doubly enjoying its comfortable warmth, from contrasting it with the howling wind and driving sleet, which beat against the well fastened shutter. Mr. Wordsworth had been shewing them some amusing experiments with his air-pump, which he had explained much to their gratification. And now, I think it is time for me to close my lecture, he observed smiling.

"One more experiment, dear papa, just one more," said Edwin, kissing his hand.

"Well then, as performers say, this must be positively the last. Bring me the little shrivelled apple, that you took with such contempt out of the basket yesterday.”

"Baby had it to play with," said two or three little busy voices; and away they ran to the sofa to find it.

The apple was soon produced; and Mr. Wordsworth placed it under the receiver, from which the air being pumped out, he called the children to look at it.

"Ah papa," said little Willy, looking very cunning, "that is not Edwin's apple: you have conjured that away, and put a good apple instead."

"No, indeed, I assure you it is the very same. Would you like to have it, Willy?"

"No, not if it is the same: because perhaps when I take it, it will be shrivelled again.”

"Very good, Willy: it is much better to reason, than to make a rash choice." So saying, he re-admitted the air, and the apple fell as before.

"There, Willy," said the little ones, laughing, and clapping their hands. "And now papa, tell us all about it."

"No; after all I have shewn you, I think some of you may be able to tell me."

"I know, uncle," exclaimed Charles. “You took away the outward air, and then there was nothing to press upon the apple; so the air within was sufficient to swell it out."

"Just so; and it is on the due adjustment of the external and internal air, that the health and vigor, not only of vegetable substances, but of animals, and of ourselves indeed, in a great measure depend. When the external air is so rarefied, as to press but feebly on us, we feel oppressed and overloaded by the weight within. But when a strong pressure from without resists its influence, strength, spirits, and activity, are called into exercise. This is the reason, why we generally feel so much more vigorous on a clear frosty day, than we do in sultry or foggy weather. Heat rarefies the air, and therefore relaxes us; while cold, by condensing the atmosphere, increases its pressure, and thus braces and invigorates us. Is it not very good of our all-wise Creator, to suit as he has done, our circumstances to us, and us to them? But suppose we try to learn something from the apple. It teaches us, I think, that things are not always as good as they look. I have seen children sometimes look very good; when I have known, that

pride alone was swelling them out: and that the first outward circumstance which might press upon them, such as any little contradiction or trial of temper, would soon display their real state. But my dear little ones, I trust, will not only wish to appear good, but seek to be made so; otherwise they would be hypocrites, a character hateful in the sight of God and man."

"That indeed,” observed Mrs. Wordsworth, "is but a doubtful goodness, which exists only in the absence of temptation. Here are you, my little group of darlings, put, as it were, under a receiver, from which papa and I extract almost every breath that can try you; and we rejoice in being surrounded by good and happy little faces. But the question is, how far are you really the better for our care? If you were more exposed to the atmosphere of the world, how would you conduct yourselves? Edwin knows a little of it, for he has been less sheltered lately.”

"O mamma,” replied the little boy, "I find it harder to do right at school, than I did at home." "But I hope," he added, and a tear glistened in his eye, "I hope I do not forget all you have taught me."

"I trust you never will, my love," replied his mamma, smiling affectionately upon him. "But now help papa to put all away. And who has got the year's Magazines ready for binding? They will be sent early to-morrow morning."

There were various little Magazines for the young, which the children, according to their ages, were permitted to take. They now each produced a little packet, neatly tied up. Edwin's was the Youths', and as he gave it to his mamma, he said—

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Mamma, there is a paper and picture this month about the disobedient prophet; so Charles and I read the account in the 1st book of Kings; but I don't think, mamma, we understand it: for I almost wished it had not been in the Bible; and Charles said, he thought the old prophet, who told the lie, deserved to be slain, much more than the man of God, who was deceived by him.”

"I think I shall be able to satisfy your minds on that subject. It is time to come into the library for your scripture lesson, and you may take that chapter this evening. You will find it a truly instructive one; for the painful circumstances

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