is the Resurrection and the Life, took m so litary way homeward by the sea shore.

"And now, my dear children, I think it unnecessary to add any thing more to what I have said. I leave it to the Holy Spirit to bless to each of us this mournful dispensation--to impress upon our minds, solemn views of the shortness and uncertainty of life -to convince you and me, in his own mysterious way, of the evil of sin, which is the cause of death; and to lead you speedily, earnestly, and anxiously, to seek for an interest in Christ, who has destroyed both death, and him that had the power of death, and who offers in his Gospel, to bring you through the dark valley, safe to the city, where there is no darkness at all-no need of the sun, or of the moon to shine in it; for the glory of God doth lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. Go then to Christ, in the way of faith and obedience, while you live, and when you come to die, he will make you perfect in holiness, and immediately receive you into glory. That this may be the happy lot of us all, may God of his mercy grant, and to the Name that is above every name, be ascribed unutterable--ineffable blessing and glory, for ever and ever, Amen."

The evening exercises then concluded with that beautiful hymn from St. Paul:

"Take comfort, Christians, when your friends,

In Jesus fall asleep;

Their better being never ends;

Why then dejected weep?

Why inconsolable as those

To whom no hope is given?
Death is the messenger of peace,
And calls the soul to heaven..

As Jesus died, and rose again
Victorious from the dead:
So his disciples rise and reign

With their triumphant Head."

I do not think above half a dozen voices joined in singing this sweet hymn, so much were the affectionate hearts of the children touched with the death of their companion. Their deep sorrow for her loss, was the finest eulogy which could have been pronounced on the departed child.

"O may there be a bearing of precious seed," said I to the teacher, "O may there be a bearing of precious seed, with all this weeping, that thou mayst come again rejoicing, bringing thy sheaves with thee.”——

The lady pressed my hand--I curtsied, and withdrew.

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LILY DOUGLAS.

PART III.

"O Lord, we would offer a prayer,
And thank thee for mercy bestowed;

In leading this child of our care,
So far in religion's good road.

"We know not what duties may fall
To her in this life to fulfil;

But-may this be her care in them all,
Sincerely to follow thy will.

"Still morning and night may she pray,
Wherever her lot may be found;
And keep to thy Word and thy Day,

In spite of young sinners around.”

AM now going to shew you in this third and last part of our story, what effect all the good instructions and admonitions, which Lily received at the school, produced on her conduct; for you know, when a girl goes to school, it is not merely that she may learn to read, to write, and to sew neatly and cleverly, and to repeat her catechism and chapters; but that she may be useful to her mother, and family at home; and above all, that she may fear

God, and keep his commandments, for this is the "prime wisdom.”

Now I shall preface what I am here about to say, with the observation of a good lady, who I am happy to quote on this occasion; because her language is that of good sense, and pious reflection, and pious experience too. She says, that "when the Jews, at the Advent of our blessed Lord, expected he should come in great pomp; behold He came only as a babe in a manger!" or, as it has been most beautifully expressed,

'But Thee, a soft and naked child,

Thy Mother undefiled,

In a rude manger laid to rest,

From off her virgin breast;'

here is a lesson for us; some even now can find no comfort except in something great, even in religion."

Religion, indeed, produces a great change both in the heart and life of every converted person, whether young or old; but it is not only on great occasions, or in great things, that this change is perceptible. It is in the little, ever-occurring circumstances of every day's existence that we take knowledge of a believer, that he "hath been with Jesus." The life of a sinner before conversion, guided by

no fixed principle, sometimes acting from motives purely selfish, sometimes impelled by outward and accidental circumstances, resembles the motions of a river, fed by an inconstant fountain, which now is quite dried up, and at another time overflows all its banks, just as its waters are withheld, or supplied by rains from heaven, or by mountain torrents: -But the life of the believer is like the stream that issues from a perpetual fountain, whose waters fail not, which, however devious may be its course, still has but one aim in view to mingle its waters with the ocean. Its whole course is marked either by beauty, or by utility-sometimes it serves to adorn the landscape, to reflect on its silver mirror the stars of heaven, or the moon in the firmament-sometimes it is seen irrigating the meadow, watering the flocks, turning the mill--sometimes ornamenting the villa, cooling the air of summer with its freshness, or bedewing the flowers that blossom on its banks--Sometimes, mayhap, it is heard murmuring in the ear of pious contemplation, when the youth, Isaac-like, goes forth into the field to meditate at even-tide. There, as he listens to its gurgling sound, and views its limpid purity, his own thoughts almost as