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Evangelical Miscellany.

AUGUST, 1843.

BEDOWEEN TENT. " At five of clock in the afternoon," says a modern traveller, we arrived at a camp of Arabs: it was spread with carpets which the women manufacture with their own hands; and a few faggots, covered with the same carpets, served as cushions. Tbe beasts, which are accustomed to share the shelter of the Bedouin, had all been dismissed from this tent, except one young ox. All the tents of these Bedouins have the same shape, and differ from each other only in size. They who lead the most wandering lives have them smallest, that they may be carried about with most facility. They are all low, of much greater length than breadth, entirely open on one of their long sides. It is the lee side which is left open; and as the north winds chiefly prevail in their country, it is almost always the north side which is closed. The stuff of which they are made is fabricated of camel's hair. Our engraving represents the tent of a sheick, distinguished from the rest by a large plume of black ostrich feathers placed on the summit."

The allusions to these tents are numerous in Scripture.


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VISITING. “ To-Morrow is my visiting morning,” said a young friend, with whom I was passing a few weeks. Accordingly, when the morrow came, I put on one of my neatest morning dresses, and prepared myself for a round of calls; of which I expected some to be tedious, some entertaining, and scarcely any at all profitable. My comprehension, however, began to clear, when I saw Louisa put some neatly covered tracts in a black silk bag, and heard two or three of the questions she was asking : “ Mamma, what can LI say to that poor thoughtless girl, Betsy? I fear she has very little longer to live; can you tell me of any short awakening book ?" “ What time will the broth be ready, cook; and for how many will there be sufficient ? Caroline, may widow Bond, have the piece of flannel you had to spare ? it would be such a comfort over her chest.” When all was settled, Louisa joined me, and we set forth.

How often since, have I looked back upon that morning, as on a precious seed-time; which, I trust, has borne some fruit in after-years. It was then I beheld a lovely example, and resolved, by divine grace, to copy it.

Sweet, animated, and cheerful, though never trifling, was the expression of countenance, with which my friend passed from cottage to cottage. When the eye saw her, it seemed to bless her; and the ear to bear witness to her. In most of the visits, her aim was to do good; and I could not but admire her wisdom and firmness, her humility and gentleness. The influence she had acquired astonished me. Not that she ever condescended to such familiar jokes, or artful attempts to please, as are sometimes resorted to; and through which the poor can always see. Indeed, they far better suit the purpose of those who mean to cajole, than of friends who wish to benefit them. In Christian simplicity and sincerity, therefore, Louisa advised, reproved, or encouraged. And many were the promises she received. From one, that the children should be sent regularly to school ; from another, that the cleanliness which resulted from a mop and broom with which she had presented them, should be continued ; from a third, that she would endeavor to shut up her shop, and keep holy the Sabbath-day.

“ And now," said my friend, we must turn to poor Betsy's." We accordingly soon found ourselves by the bed of the young

“ How are you, Betsy ?” enquired her kind visitor.


" Very ill indeed, ma'am. I have caught a fresh cold; and I fear it will be some days before I get the better of it. It has increased my cough sadly, and that brings the pain in my side, and fever; and then those weakening perspirations always follow. But the weather is settled now, so when I lose this cold, I hope I shall get on.”

“I fear it is not cold exactly,” rejoined Louisa, “but the progress of your complaint. When we look back to the beginning of your illness, how gradually, yet how greatly has it increased. I shall rejoice, Betsy, if the warm weather prove the means of restoring you; and I pray that it may, if consistent with the will of God. But there is something else, for which I pray with far more anxiety. What do you think it is ?

Betsy was silent. “It is the salvation of your soul, my poor young friend. Suppose your life in this world should be near its close, on what world would your spirit enter; on one of endless joy, or endless woe? Our bodies are frail even in health : and we know not how soon we may he called to leave them : when sickness therefore makes them totter; surely we should receive the warning, and enquire, 'whither am I going ?'”

The poor girl turned pale, but presently replied, “ Hannah Edith, ma'am, was worse than I am, and recovered.”

“I know Hannah was very ill, dear, yet our heavenly Father restored her; and I know he can restore you, if he see good. But the great thing is to be prepared for whatever he is pleased to appoint: to seek pardoning mercy now, in the name of his dear Son; and the renewal of your heart by the power of the IIoly Spirit. Then your happiness is secured for both worlds; either life or death will prove a blessing ; and the Lord will be your Father and friend for ever. Now if such were your privilege, suppose you should be raised up to reach even the age of seventy years; would you think it a pity, that sickness had in early life, been blessed to your conversion ? Rather, would it not please you to look back and see, that your whole life had been given up to God; would you not acknowledge, the ways of religion to have been ways of pleasantness, and all her paths peace ?"

The tears stood in Betsy's eyes, while she humbly and earnestly asked, “ will you pray with me, Miss ?” · Yes, willingly. I daily pray for you, Betsy; and we do not


forget you in the school. Last Sunday also, as you know, Mr. Forster requested the prayers of the congregation in your behalf. So that I may truly say,

“For you the public prayer is made ;

O join the public prayer!
For you the secret tear is shed;

O shed yourself a tear.” On leaving the cottage, we walked for a few minutes in silence, till coming within sight of another, my companion exclaimed, smiling, “ well Anna, you have gone through the labour with me, now you shall share the reward. To my next places I go to get good.”

In the first of these humble dwellings, was an aged woman, the subject for many years of chronic disease, which had contracted her fingers, arms, and knees, so that she could not either move herself, nor amuse her solitude with any occupation, excepting occasional reading. Even this resource was very limited; her head and eyes, being too weak to admit of application.

Good-morning, Mary,” said my friend. “I fear you are dull, now the Miss Bassets have left; they used to visit you so often.”

“I do miss them very much, but I am not dull, Miss. Blessed be God, I can say with my Saviour, I am not alone, because my Father is with me. I have great mercies to praise him for, and I expect greater. So I muse on these things, and when my thoughts grow weary, I take up my precious Bible or hymn book, and set them going again.”

“I do not think, Mary,” observed Louisa, “ I could bear confinement so well as you do.”

“ Indeed, you could not, Miss, nor any thing else,” replied the poor woman, “unless the Holy Spirit helped you. Imperfect as my faith and patience are, it is only by the grace of God, that I am what I am. O what a mercy, Miss, to know that we may do and suffer all things, through Christ strengthening us.”

Louisa read a chapter and hymn, which, to use poor Mary's own expression, cheered her for the remainder of the day. We then took our course, through a beautiful little field; whence might be seen an extensive panorama of hill and valley, pasture, corn-field, and sparkling river ; all lying in alternate sun and shade. Churches, with their tapering spires pointed to heaven ; windmills,

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