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darting his red beams through the cottage window, Mrs. Shaw and the old shepherd sat in deep suspense, gazing on the sleeping form of Agnes. She had fallen into that sleep from which she was to awake either to live or to die. Can we describe the deep anxiety with which they watched the life of one so dear to them as it trembled in the balance. Many a silent petition was breathed in her behalf.
At last the sleeper moved and smiled, and the anxious watchers exchanged a hopeful glance; but it was the smile that indicated how near she was to heaven, as without a struggle or a sigh, her gentle spirit entered into rest.
A little way up the glen there is a lonely grave, almost hidden by the long broom, it escapes the notice of the traveller. At its head there stands a moss-grown stone, and on it is rudely engraved the name, “ Agnes Shaw."
Enquiries and Correspondence.
19.-Obedience of Servants. MR. EDITOR,—Will you oblige the writer by answering the following question in your periodical.
Is it the duty of servants to obey their masters in any thing which conscience prohibits ?
Supposing, for example, that a master tells a servant to attend a certain place of worship, and that servant, finds that he gets more real good under another minister, is he obliged to obey his master ?
*.* The question, on Parental Authority, (p. 138) remains unanswered. Our friends will perhaps oblige us with one answer to both enquiries
THE SAVIOUR AND THE PATRIOT. [Suggested by Martin's celebrated picture of Marcus Curtius and the Crucifixion.]
THERE is the Roman Forum -what a crowd
Of eager forms are gather'd far around!
Have died away and now is heard no sound
In glittering arms arrayed, on war-horse proud,
On his calm youthful brow appears no cloud,
Than the true heart that dares for her to die?
The warrior said, then waved his spear on high,
For one led up to die on Calvary.
Weep for yourselves, and for your children weep.
He spake;-and, whilst on him his fierce foes heap
He opened not his mouth-dumb as the sheep
Fix'd on the cross, beneath high heaven upraised
He died to ope a passage to the sky ;-
He died to save a world—that world, his foes !
Are on me, and I quail before the gaze
Over our hope the light of better days.
My heart is stilled! for all around are laid
Chieftains of godlike deeds, and burning lays,
To go and combat life's uncertain ways.
Of heavenly truth, repelled the Atheist's will,
Left angel foot-prints like a moon-beam's smile,
THE BALL AND THE BOUQUET.
[On hearing a Lady say, when receiving a bouquet, “ How beautiful! I almost wish
I were going to a ball.”]
ye the lady's wish, my gentle flowers ?
our solemn text shall be:
# James i. 10, 11.
“ We love to be the mother's bright reward,
Welcoming back the loved from daily toil ;
ST. MATTHEW xi. 28.
And thou shalt have Rest.
Weeping shall cease,
And thou shalt have Peace.
In this world's dark night,
And all shall be Light.
THE INFANT'S HOME.
The mother must restore her dove.
+ The “Everlasting Flower,” the emblem of immortality Canticles ii. 1.