smile of content and gratitude; for every day has something, has innumerable things, good and cheerful in it, if I know but how to make the best of it.

In a change of situation, think not, like a child, of the toys you leave, and the toys you shall find to make you amends for them: all playthings are brittle think not, like a grazing animal, that you have changed one pasture for another; and shall graze on this or that herb here with delight; "The herb withereth, the flower fadeth," everywhere. But think like a reasonable creature.-This change was appointed for me: acquiescence is my duty; duty must be my support. Yet, I know, such is the condescendence of Infinite Goodness, that I shall have many a slighter relief and agreeableness thrown in; but these are, by the by, not to be reckoned on beforehand, nor to be grieved for if they fail or intermit.

MISS TALBOT.

THE DYING CHRISTIAN.

COME, my friends, enter into the chamber of a dying saint, in the lively exercise of divine faith, and with the bright prospect of immortality full in his view; observe the smile that sits upon his countenance; view his patience, his resignation, his peaceful serenity; hear the holy and heavenly language which drops from his lips; "I go the way of all the earth; and I long to be gone, to be where my Saviour is. I have rusted in him for salvation; I have comm my everlasting all into his faithful hands; and I know whom I have believed. O the heavenly peace and joy that I now find in

God's everlasting, sure, and well-ordered covenant: It has been my support through life, under many painful trials, and overwhelming sorrows.

"And now, when drawing near to the eternal world, and about to bid adieu to all things here below, it is the spring of joy unspeakable and full of glory. With my shepherd's rod and staff to support me, I can walk fearless and undismayed, through the valley of the shadow of death. For this God is my God, for ever and ever; he will be my guide even unto death. I have no righteousness of my own to plead at God's tribunal; but I bless God, who hath given me faith to rely on the all-atoning efficacy of my Redeemer's blood, and the infinite merit of his perfect righteousness; so that now, through faith in his name, I can triumph and say, 'O Death; where is thy sting? O Grave! where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law! but thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ.'

BLACK.

THE DYING CHRISTIAN'S ANTICIPATION OF DEATH AND GLORY.

My body wastes, my strength decays,

My cheek is sunk and pale;

My feeble, flutt'ring pulse betrays
How fast my spirits fail!

The garden spreads its ev'ry charm,
To tempt me forth aga;

But friendship's kind encircling arm
Assists my steps in vain.

In vain the sun ascends the sky,

Or darkness veils the lawn;
By day, for evening's close, I sigh-
By night, for morning's dawn;
Each waking act a burden seems
To nature's sinking pow'rs,
And fancy's wild and fever'd dreams
Disturb my sleeping hours.

Come, then, my soul, since human skill
Denies all hope to save;

My thoughts let death and judgment fill,
And realms beyond the grave:

And while my friends, with doubt and fear,
My fading members see,

Let this dear truth thy bosom cheer-
That Jesus died for me.

Jesus, my prophet, priest, and king,
In death's cold arms hath lain;
Jesus, who blunts the monster's sting,
Shall raise my dust again:
'Tis sweet to feed upon his grace,
Who reigns on Sion hill;
But O! to see him, face to face,
It must be sweeter still!

My soaring spirit heav'nward tends,
E'en now its porch I view ;
Adieu, my dear, desponding friends!
And thou, vain world, adieu!
The faith that Christ is Lord on high,
A blest assurance gives;

Shall ransom'd sinner fear to die,
While his Redeemer lives?

H. E.

DYING EXPRESSIONS OF WILLIAM PENN.

He was the son of the justly celebrated William Penn, and had just completed his twentieth year when he died. The following are some of the sentiments which dropped from his lips in his last illness:

"I am resigned to what God pleases. He knows what is best. I would live if it pleased him, that I might serve him; but, O Lord, not my will, but thine be done!"

A person speaking to him of the things of the world, and how they would please him, should he recover; he said, "My eyes look another way,even where the truest pleasure is!"

"The Lord comes in upon my spirit; I have heavenly meetings with him by myself."

"Dear sister," said he, taking her by the hand, "look to the good things; dear sister, there is no comfort without them. One drop of the love of God, is worth more than all the world. I know it. I have tasted it. I have felt more of the love of God in this sickness, than in all my life before."

Two or three days before his departure, he called his brother to him, and looking solemnly on him said, "Be a good boy,-know that there is a God, a great and mighty God, who is a rewarder of the righteous and of the wicked. Avoid idle people, and idle company, and love good company, and good people, and the Lord will bless thee. I have seen good things for thee since my sickness, if thou dost but fear the Lord. And if I should not live, though the Lord is all-sufficient, remember what I say to thee when I am dead and gone. Dear brother! the Lord bless thee!"

Being asked, if he would have his milk, or if he would eat any thing, he replied, "No more outward food, for heavenly food is provided for me!" "Come life, come death, I am resigned; O, the love of God overcomes my soul."

When his medical friend came to visit him, he said, "Let my father speak to him, and I will go to sleep" which he did, and waked no more in this world; expiring calmly reposing on the bosom of his father.

THE DEATH-BED COMFORT OF A CHRISTIAN.

WHO ever left the precincts of mortality without casting a wistful look on what he left behind, and a trembling eye on the scene that is before him? Being formed by our Creator for enjoyments, even in this life, we are endowed with a sensibility to the objects around us. We have affections, and we delight to indulge them; we have hearts, and we want to bestow them. Bad as the world is, we find in it objects of affection and attachment. Even in this waste and howling wilderness, there are spots of verdure and of beauty, of power to charm the mind, and to make us cry out, "It is good for us to be here." When, after the observation and experience of years, we have found out the objects of the soul, and met with minds congenial to our own, what pangs must it give to the heart to think of parting for ever! We contract an attachment even to inanimate objects. The tree under whose shadow we have often sat; the fields where we have frequently strayed; the hill, the scene of contemplation, or the haunt of friendship, become ob. jects of passion to the mind, and upon our leaving