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such things as ye have: for He hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Heb. xiii. 5."

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More than thirty years after the occurrence I have just mentioned, Oliver and Blanche met for the last time in this world. It was in a darkened chamber, where an aged widow was on her dying bed. That widow was Blanche Carterel. Her children were weeping around the bed. But near her head, and clasping her hand, was a gray-haired man, who seemed agitated more than all the rest.

“Brother," said the dying woman, “ the world is all deceitful, except so far as it is made helpful to us in our journey to the next. I have found written on every thing, Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. The world is a bubble. But in the fear of God, and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, there is substantial wealth. You have pursued worldly things, and yet your life has been a succession of disappointments. Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you."

This is indeed a inelancholy tale, but so much the more impressive is the moral. The world, with all its pleasure, wealth, honour, pomp and promises, is only a bubble glistening, for a season, in borrowed colours, and then vanishing for

ever.

The way to avoid melancholy thoughts, with regard to it, is to look beyond it. In this world we must all have afflictions, but, if we believe in Christ, these work for us a more exceeding and eternal weight of glory. While we look not at the things that are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal ; but the things which are not seen are eternal. 2 Cor. iv. 18.

LOOK BEYOND.

When thy bosom swells with joy,
Pleasures all thy hours employ ;
When thy heart is free from sorrow,
Careless of each coming morrow ;
When bright flowers are round thee strewn,
Hope's fair mantle o'er thee thrown;
LOOK BEYOND these scenes so gay,
Fleeting, soon they'll pass away.

When thy brow with care is clouded,
Youth's fond dreams in darkness shrouded;
When the light is faded-gone-
That around thy pathway shone;
When thine eye is dimmed with tears,
Sad thy spirit filled with fears ;
LOOK BEYOND this world of woe,
Peace and joy can God bestow.

When the loved, who now are thine,
Leave thee for a brighter clime;
When the grave, the bier, the pall,
From thy gaze, have taken all ;
When thy lonely heart doth mourn
Hours that never can return;
LOOK BEYOND the silent tomb,
Christ hath scatter'd far its gloom.

When thy days are finished here,
Death's dark valley drawing near;
When thy feeble frame decays,
Faint and pale life's flickering rays;
When bright angels o'er thee bend,
Home thy spirit to attend ;
LOOK BEYOND the parting hour,
Trust thy Saviour's grace and power!

C.

THE INDIAN SACRIFICE.

My life, though I am still young, has been to me a very eventful one; I have never resided but a few years at a time in one place; for it has seemed the intention of a wise Providence that I should literally have here no abiding place or continuing city. I have lived in the town and in the country, in the village and in the wilderness, in society and in solitude. But I trust I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I have never passed a day without experiencing much, very much, for which to be thankful, and have truly been led to say:

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Through all the various changing scenes

Of life's uncertain ill, or good,
Thy hand, O God, conducts unseen

The beautiful vicissitude.”

One afternoon, being surrounded by a circle of young friends, who had seldom been out of the busy hum of city life, I was urged by them to nar

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