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Christ of the keys of hell and death,

it assumes to open or shut the un. OF POPERY.

seen world at its pleasure. POPERY is a daring usurper of the FINALLY, it is the very masterpiece rights of both God and man. and perfection of satanic mischief

THE POPE OF ROME blasphemously at once a lie and a curse, it is the takes the names, and claims the hon- most terrible scourge that ever afflicted ours due alone to God.

poor suffering humanity. Never again THE SACRIFICE OF THE Mass is may this sea-girt island be cursed by made to supersede the Great Sacrifice this most terrible of all curses; for which the Son of God made for the that would be by far the greatest sin of the world.

calamity that could ever befall it. THE VIRGIN MARY is made to take the place of Jesus Christ-the one

Wints. only Mediator between God and man. RELIANCE on your own efforts is the

THE TRADITIONS OF Men are made great secret of success. of greater importance than the word A TRUE MAN will rise above un. of the Everlasting God.

toward circumstances and conquer THE PRIEST assumes the attributes them, or make them bend to his purof Deity. He asks for confessions of pose and use. sins to him which ought only to be TRUE WEALTH consists in the few. made to God; and impiously pretends ness of our wants. “I can do without to forgive them.

it,” is a capital maxim to hide in our EVERY Man is required to surrender heart and have ready for use any day. up his judgment and conscience into RICHES often load more than they the keeping of a priest—that is, to fill. Wealth often increases wants. unman himself.

A rich man oftener wants appetite and LIKE Satan it assumes all forms rest than a poor man a bed to lie on. and shapes to accomplish its wicked Though a man without money is poor, purposes. Creeping and cringing a man with nothing but money is where it has not power, until it gets | poorer. hold of it, and then, by relentless CIVILITY is a debt we owe to all men cruelty, binding down or extirpating -rich or poor. It costs us nothing its victims.

at all, but it always pays well, for it THE DOMINION OF ALL THE EARTH is brings back to us something better its great object-princes and peasants, than money. merchants and mechanics, rich and RUDENESS should never be indulged. poor, wise and ignorant, are all ex- It is a mean, cowardly, vulgar habit

, pected to bow the knee to this usurper. which sometimes gets repaid in its IT IS

THE ALLY OF DESPOTIC own coin, and with interest. TYRANNY. The greatest despots who To WIVES. Never sit with one have trampled on the liberties of na- hand in the other doing nothing. Let tions have ever found popery ready both be at something, for something and willing to aid them, and it always wants them both. flourishes most in their dominions. A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT in my eye is a

IT PRETENDS TO DOMINION IN THE nice neat tidy cottage, in which the INVISIBLE WORLD — robbing Jesus corners of the floor are as clean as the


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middle, and the furniture, though plain, is as bright with elbow grease as French polish could make it.

FORBEARANCE.—He is surely most in want of another's patience who has none of his own.

Gems. CONSCIOUS GUILT, or one sin, is a heavier load than the weight of a thousand crosses.

UNTHANKFULNESS overlooks present comforts and looks only at present grievances. It has no hope. Is it not an evil thing?

INCONSISTENCY. – To put on the name of a christian, and not walk in the ways of Christ, is the greatest of all inconsistencies.

DESPAIR ill becomes any living man who has a Bible in his hand, eyes to read it, and a mind to understand it.

PRAYING. — He who prays as he ought will live as he prays.

THE SUM OF CHRISTIANITY is, that man is a sinner, and that Christ is his Saviour. These two great facts include all.

GIVING LIGHT.—Direct another man to Christ, and you light another man's candle by your own.

Your own yet burns, and perhaps brightens, and his

"OUR FATHER," said Jesus Christ. Remember that. God is our Father. We have offended him it is true, but he is yet our Father, ready to pity and for. give, and receive us back to himself.

AFFLICTIONS are medicines administered by the heavenly Physician to cure us of some moral disease. Mind you take them right, or they may work the wrong way.

SALVATION is the great lesson of the Bible-salvation by atonement—the atonement of Jesus Christ, “ who died for our sins.”

LOWLINESS OF MIND is not a flower which grows in the field of nature, but is planted by the finger of God in a renewed heart.

burns too.

Poetic Selections.


01 LET the soul its slumbers break-
Arouse its senses, and awake

To see how soon
Life, in its glories, glides away,
And the stern footsteps of decay

Come stealing on.
And while we view the rolling tide,
Down which our flowing minutes glide

Away so fast,
Let us the present hour employ,
And deem each future dream a joy

Already past.
Let no vain hope deceive the mind,
No happier let us hope to find

To-morrow than to-day;
Our golden dreams of yore were bright,
Like them the present shall delight-

Like them decay.

Our lives like hastening streams must be, That into one engulphing sea

Are doomed to fallThe sea of death, whose waves roll on O'er king and kingdom, crown and throne,

And swallow all,

Alike the river's lordly tide,
Alike the humble rivulet's glide,

To that sad wave!
Death levels poverty and pride,
And rich and poor sleep side by side,

Within the grave,
Our birth is but the starting place;
Life is the running of the race,

And death the goal ;
There all our glittering toys are brought-
That path alone, of all unsought,

Is found of all.

See, then, how poor and little worth
Are all those glittering toys of earth

That lure us here:
Dreams of a sleep that death must break
Alas! before it bids us wake,

We disappear.
Long ere the damp of death can blight,
The cheek's pure glow of red and white

Has passed away;
Youth smiled and all was heavenly fair-
Age came, and laid his finger there,

And where are they ?
Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that roved so light and gay,

The heart's blithe tone ?
The strength is gone, the step is slow,
And joy grows wearisome, and woe!

When age comes on!

The Children's Corner.



ONE day I saw a little boy who lately had a very narrow escape for his life. He was at play in the yard, drawing about a little cart, but he stepped backwards without minding where he was going, and fell into a well above fifty feet deep.

Some persons were standing near; they thought the poor boy was gone; but not being like those foolish unkind people who think it is of no use to try to help in a case of danger, they ran to the well; a man took hold of the rope, and the others let him down in less time than it has taken me to write about it. There was water at the bottom of the well, and just as the man reached the water, the poor boy was ! rising for the last time. The man caught hold of him, and sitting down upon the bucket, placed the boy upon his knees, and told the people to draw him up. They did so, but their danger was not over; for just as they came near the top of the well, one of the handles of the bucket gave way, and they had nearly fallen again, but the man laid fast hold of the rope, and so they were brought safely to the top.

I talked with the little boy, and asked him whether be had time to pray, as he fell down the well, and I found he had not time even to think about doing so. Now I mention this to my little readers that they may not put off praying, and think, “O, it is time enough ;" or, “I can pray when I am in trouble.” Perhaps they may never fall down a well;


other accidents may happen which leave quite as little time to call upon God.

I have not mentioned the name of this little boy because he is still alive; but I think it is very likely that he may read what I have written about him. If he does, I would remind him of what his minister told him; and I hope he will remember his Creator in the days of his youth; and, like Peter, call upon the Saviour, saying, “Lord save me," for

“Dangers stand hick through all the ground

To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.”

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It is Holy Week in Jerusalem. The city is full of people, for the tide of visitors and pilgrims has been setting steadily and strongly in this direction, for some weeks past, from almost every quarter of the religious world. The culminating point of the festivities is just at hand, and the attraction holds nearly all who arrive. Last Sabbath was Palm Sunday, and the Latins had their usual ceremony in the church of the Holy Sepulchre. To-day is Good Friday, observed by the Catholics and the Episcopalians according to their custom; it is also the great day of the Jewish Passover, and the unleavened bread and the bitter herbs will not be forgotten by any son of Abraham according to the Aesh. To-night the crucifixion of Christ is to be dramatized in the Great Church—a performance scandalous enough, one would think, to raise a blush even on the cheeks of the shameless ecclesiastics who get it up in the name of religion and the church. I shall decline to attend it. The very thought of it is shocking. I would prefer to go out alone to Gethsemane, and read by the moonlight half a dozen of those touching and sublime chapters beginning with the thirteenth chapter of St. John. The thousands of pilgrims who went out of the city on Wednesday morning to bathe in the Jordan, are to-day pouring back over the Mount of Olives and through St. Stephen's gate; and the Jews are moaning and smiting their breasts with peculiar unction at their wailing-place, while they look upon the stones of the ancient city wall, and read the passages that speak of the glory which is no longer theirs. Next Sunday will be Easter, and then the living tide will begin its ebbing; though the Greek party will still hold out the attraction of the Holy Fire, and keep another Easter a week hence.

It is not easy to be descriptive here. One would prefer silent meditation to speech, and to leave thought and feeling to themselves, rather than constrain them to flow in any epistolary channel. There is quite too much to be told; and one is likely to feel that very little can be done in the way of telling what is perceived and felt at such a point as this. The historic personages and significant events that are associated with almost every square foot of this territory come crowding upon the mind, and the present is lost in the past. Through the steady murmur

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of the streets there seems to be coming up the music of David's Psalms, sung over there on Moriah ; and while the throngs sweep by, you are wondering how the Great Teacher appeared when He came up to the Passover, and interpreted and fulfilled the ancient ritual by becoming Himself the Lamb of God to take away the sin of the world.

But you do not wish a picture of my personal experiences here, written from within. If I write, you would have something said of the actual Jerusalem and its surroundings; and of this let me say a few words. There is such a thing as an actual, material, matter-of-fact Jerusalem and Palestine. To write of them plainly is to write very straightforward prose. The golden baze through which some writers seem to see everything, and the superlatives employed in description, require some special effort, or are the products of an active and not very reliable imagination. Jerusalem is a very ordinary looking town, of less than 20,000 inhabitants. Only when you look down upon or over it from the brow or the shoulder of Mount Olivet, as you come from the east, does it present to the eye anything imposing or beautiful. Its buildings are very ordinary structures generally, greatly wanting in architectural beauty and effect. The streets are mostly narrow, rough, uncomfortable to the feet, dirty, and not without bad odours. The principal thoroughfares are full of people, who -trade, smoke, follow their occupations, beg, converse, and quarrel, without seeming to care for privacy or ampler accommodation. All nationalities appear; the number of different tongues heard may suggest Babel or Pentecost; and the one great feature marking the costumes is variety. All sorts of faces look out upon you—from those that only embody stolidity, to such as nobody except religious fanatics ever carry about. There is a brisk bustling energy which contrasts pleasantly with the stupor of Cairo; but it is plain enough that the energy lacks system and efficiency, that government is not a wise and beneficent power here, that ignorance underlies the self-complacency, and that the ambition which aims at improvement and hits it, is neither prevalent nor active.

The country about the Holy City is uneven, rough, rocky, and mountainous. It is all this in an eminent degree. Some of the valleys are pleasant and fruitful; the husbandman sows his seed or the shepherd keeps his flock on the green hill-sides ; some of the mountain-slopes are terraced from base to summit,

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