With a pitcher and a lamp,

Gideon overthrew a camp;

And a stone, well aimed by faith, Proved the armed Philistine's death.

Thus the Lord is pleased to try
Those who on his help rely;

By the means he makes it known,
That the power is all his own.

Yet the means are not in vain,
If the end we would obtain;

Though the breath of prayer be weak,
None shall find, but they who seek.

God alone, the heart can reach,
Yet the Teacher still must teach;
"Tis his part the seed to sow,
Bat 'tis God's to make it grow!"

LILY DOUGLAS.

PART II.

"Now one of our number is dead,
The living should lay it to heart;
For we might have died in her stead,
And soon it must come to our part.

"How lately she was with us here,
As young and as healthy as we;
And thought just as little how near
The day of her dying might be!"

Ir happened about this time that a distressing circumstance occurred in the Sabbathschool at Lennoxferry, which made a great impression on the children; and as it doubtless tended, among other means, to strengthen and establish the religious sentiments of dear Lily Douglas, I shall here relate it to you.

The circumstance I allude to, was the sudden death of one of the girls. She had been in the school, as it were last Sabbath evening, -but before the next Sabbath came round,

poor little thing, she was-ah! where do you think?-in her grave! In her grave, alone, beneath the clods of the valley, the dew-drops hanging cold on the grass.

But I am aware, that if I wish the death of poor Phemy Polwarth to make any impression on your mind, it would be well you should be present in the place where the few melancholy details connected with it were reş lated, that you should be present in thought, I mean, with all the other girls who listened to the solemn admonitions the Teacher that night addressed to the children: That you should hear their stifled sobs, and looks, as first one girl, and then another turns away her head, to hide her falling tears. And if the drawing forth of tears from a numerous little audience, implied any power of pathos on the part of a speaker, here would have been proof enough of so rich a possession.The speaker, however, could put in no claim to such a gift on this occasion; for it was evident the impression was not the effect of any thing said by the Teacher—it was the voice of God, heard in the dispensation of Death.

Now then, my dears, follow me in thought, and I will direct you to the Sabbath-school.

And first of all, we must go down the principal street in Lennoxferry, from which, as from a centre, all the lanes, closes, courts, and entries branch off. About the middle of the street, after you have passed the prison, and the hospital, and the north gate of the church, we turn to our left hand, and walking along a narrow dirty lane, with a dead wall on one side, we come to another lane not much cleaner, but not quite so long as the former; we must go down this too, at the bottom of which a street rather more airy faces us; this is Pleasant Row, as you may see written upon a stone on the corner house. On one side of the street is a neat row of houses, with little garden plots in front. Some mignionette and carnations are still to be seen in them, though so late in the year, also some marygolds and china-asters; but the lime-trees, which stand two and two like centinels at every door, are beginning to cast their crimson and golden-colored leaves, which so much resemble the russet wings and scarlet bosom of little robin redbreast, that till you come quite close, you can hardly tell whether that moving thing on the topmost bough be him or not, But