Therefore in the 19th verse we are shewn the necessity of uniting the wisdom which discerns truth from error with the simplicity which "thinketh no evil.”

EXTRACT OF A LETTER FROM THE WIFE OF THE REV. R. BAXTER.

I WILL pray for you according to the best of my judgment, and I will tell you for what, that you may know what to pray for yourself. 1st. I will pray that your thoughts may be turned to the magnifying of God's love, and that you may remember that he is good as well as great, and that you may be more sensible of his mercy than your own unworthiness. 2nd. I will pray that you may have so lively an apprehension of your everlasting felicity, as may make you long to be with Christ. 3rd. That you may have more self-denial, more of that humility which makes you little in your own eyes. 4th. That you may be less tender and liable to commotion, and disquiet of mind, and less sensible of unkindness and bodily dangers, yea and of sin itself while the sense of it hinders the sense of mercy. A meek, and a quiet, and a patient spirit is of great price in the sight of God. I will pray that you may be delivered from too much inward passion, fear, grief, and discontent. 5th. I will pray that no creature may seem greater, better, or more regardable, or necessary to you than it is, and that you would look on all as walking shadows, vanity, and liars, further than as you see God in them, or as they lead you up to him; that

they be not over loved, over feared, over trusted in, or their thoughts be too much regarded. 6th. Above all, I will pray that you may be less self-willed, and not be too passionately or inordinately set upon the fulfilling of all your will, but may have a will pliant with the will of God, that can change as he would have it, and will follow him not run before him, and can endure to be crossed and denied by God and man, without discomposedness and impatient trouble of mind. 7th. I will pray that seeming wisdom may not entangle you either in the concealment of any thing that greatly needs your friend's advice; or in the hiding of your talents by unprofitable silence as to all good discourse, from the enmity which you have to hypocrisy; and that you will not live in sins of omission for fear of seeming better than you are. By this you may know where I think you faulty; the best creature affections have a mixture of imperfections, and therefore need some gall to wean us from the frailty part. God must be known as our rest, and therefore the best creature to be but a creature. O miserable world, where we can have no fire without smoke, and where our dearest friends are often our greatest griefs; and when we begin to hope in love and joy before we are aware we fall into an unmeasurable measure of distress-learn by experience when any condition is inordinately sweet to thee to say, 'from hence must be my sorrow.'

As the heart burns with a hot fit of love to the pleasures and profit of this world when he abounds in them; in that degree will his shaking fit of fear and grief be when Christ calls him to part with them.

POETRY.

"UP AND BE DOING."

UP, and be doing !-why slumberest thou
When the tumult of battle is raging around?
It is not a time to be loitering now,

For louder and louder increaseth the sound:
Up! for the conquest shall soon be won,

Nor pause from thy toil till the foe shall flee;
Who quitteth the field ere the fight be done
Cannot join in the chorus of victory!

Up, and be doing !-the harvest is grown,
Yet few are the labourers seen in the fields,
Though precious the seed which was therein sown,
Though costly and plenteous the crop it yields:
Up! and let not thy hands be slack,

Nor idly away from thy labour roam;

Who bringeth most sheaves on his shoulder back, Shall loudest rejoice in the harvest home.

Up, and be doing!-the night draws near

When all must alike from their labour cease;
The rougher thy toil while thou sojournest here,
The sweeter thy rest in the realms of peace:
Up! for thy Master hath work for all,

Yet easy his yoke, and his burden light;
Thy labour, at best, shall seem mean and small
When he cometh to visit his vineyard at night.

Youth! who art slumbering in sloth's dark cell-
Man! who art loitering away thy prime-
Age! who art weary of doing well-

Life speeds away swiftly-redeem the time!
Who would be last in the glorious race?

Who would fall short of the rich reward?
Go seek for fresh strength at the throne of grace,
Then up! and be doing the work of the Lord.

REV. H. A. SIMCOE, (Penheale-Press) Cornwall.

THE death of Mary was hailed as a national deliverance. So odious had she become to the generality of her subjects during her reign of terror, and so widely had Protestant feelings been spread notwithstanding the fires of persecution, that there was not even the appearance of sorrow for her loss. She died in the morning; in the afternoon the bells of all the churches in London were rung for her successor. Elizabeth was proclaimed Queen in place of her infamous sister with universal acclamation; and at night bonfires were made, and tables set out in the streets, where the citizens made merry.

As she passed a few days afterwards to her palace through Cheapside, she was welcomed by various costly pageants. Among the rest there was one in which a figure representing Time was seen leading a female figure called Truth, who presented the Queen

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with an English Bible. Elizabeth took the book, held

it up with both her hands, then kissed it, and laid it reverently on her bosom, to the joy of all beholders. She had long been in heart a Protestant; and from her mother Anne Boleyn had imbibed the principles of the Reformation. This circumstance, and the jealousy which Mary had entertained against her, had for a long season placed her life in jeopardy. On her way to her Coronation as she entered the Tower, where but a short time before she had been confined as a prisoner, she fell down on her knees, and fervently expressed her thanks to her Divine Preserver in the following beautiful prayer :—' O Lord, Almighty and everlasting God, I give thee most hearty thanks that thou hast been so merciful unto me as to spare me to behold this joyful day. And I acknowledge that thou hast dealt as wonderfully with me as thou didst with thy true and faithful servant Daniel, thy prophet, whom thou deliveredst from the cruel and raging lions. Even so was I overwhelmed, and only by thee delivered. To thee therefore be thanks, honour, and praise, for ever. Amen.'

The life of this Queen was indeed preserved for great and noble purposes; and the greatest assuredly was that of thoroughly establishing and settling the Reformed religion. Under her direction, the first Parliament which assembled in her reign passed the two important Acts which may be termed the bulwarks of Protestantism, or rather of Christianity in this land. The first of these was the Act of Supremacy; so called because it declared her power as a sovereign to be free and independent of the Pope's of Rome. The second was the Act of Uniformity, which ap