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Thou never failest; rapidly advances
Year after year, yet still we meet thy glances,
Kind, winning, tender, free ;
And all-exhaustless seems thy sympathy,
Like the pure stream which deepens as it winds,
And with new channels, new resources finds.
Sweet Charity! the est of the Graces,
Nor time, nor change, thy loveliness effaces ;
Nor will thy charms decay,
When earthly scenes shall fade and pass away ;
For thou wilt fill with joy the world above,
Where all is happiness—for all is love.

H. M. W.

CHRISTY, THE CITY MISSIONARY.

[Abridged from Miss Barber's “Sunshine; or Believing and Rejoicing," an interesting series of home and foreign Missionary Sketches.-ED.]

In a yard of the town, near the small habitations of some Manchester weavers, a few children were playing at marbles. Every now and then, one of the number, followed by the eyes of a younger child, turned aside from the game, to con over some Protestant rhymes, which he was eagerly trying to learn by heart. “What do you

do so for?” said little Christie. 66 What have you got there ?"

“ It is my task for the Sundayschool,” said the other; and forthwith he kept on, buzzing something to himself. Christy asked to hear it. No; in vain he opened both his ears, nothing could he catch. But Christy's curiosity was more and more excited. At length, he thought of an expedient; he coaxed out of his mother a hard-got consent to let him go to the Sunday school, and hear his playmate say his task.

There, perched upon a high form, sat Christy, his little feet dangling in the air, his hands in his pockets, eyes and ears wide open, to take in all the astonishing information which was being poured forth on all sides, in his presence; for the earnest, thoughtful and observant boy received with the deepest attention, those solemn truths, which so many a Sunday school child hears, without learning, from boyhood to youth.

Each returning Sabbath saw little Christy often stealing from his parents to go to this Sunday school. He heard the Bible read, he heard that it was God's own Word, and to be read by all—he could not read it, but he clasped it to his heart with joy; he heard explained the holy truths of Christianity, stripped of their Romish disguise ; he heard of God the only Father; of Jesus Christ the only Redeemer; of the Holy Ghost, the strength and comforter of the faithful. Meanwhile, where was Christy gone, became the question at home. and his mother discovered, in great anger, the place of his Sunday resort. From this time, poor Christy went but rarely to the Sunday school.

But he kept in his heart the treasure he had acquired of the knowledge of Christ-small though it was. he grew up from youth to manhood, more and more was he set upon following the Lord according to his conscience, until at length the home disquiets reached such a height, that the door of his mother's house was closed upon him, and she would see him no more; he was turned out into the streets of the great town, to earn his living as he could.

Christy had two possessions—his faith, his knowledge of which was very faint and imperfect, and his filial love, in which he had just experienced such a bitter disappointment. He had no trade, no means of getting a livelihood. A Christian man took pity upon him, and engaged to teach him the trade of a weaver; by help of this friend, Christy established himself in lodgings, a little way out of the town. Here, on Sabbaths, and

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in the pauses of labour, he would resort to a green hill, which rose just behind the house, and flinging himself upon the grass, pass many hours in

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of mental distress. Then he would rise, and go to the corner of some street, where his mother was likely to pass,

that he might catch one glimpse of her. Well did he know, even in the distance, the small blue pattern of her gown; she seemed to him almost as an angel, and there would he watch, until she had gone by, and he could see her no longer.

It happened there worked in the same trade with himself a modest and pleasing young girl, who went among her companions by the

name of " Ayl'ce o' old Ned's," i. e., " Âlice, the daughter of Edward," it being the Lancashire custom to call people, not by their surnames, but by the Christian names of their fathers and grandfathers joined to their own; thus, "Kit o' Chris o' Kester's,” would mean, “ Christopher, the son of Christopher, the grandson of Christopher.” Ayl'ce was known among her friends, not only as a modest, pleasing girl, but as one who truly loved and feared the Lord. Strict in her manners and deportment, avoiding the slightest approach to worldliness or finery in her outward appearance, never seen at any place of vicious resort, but always at the prayer-meeting, or the preaching, where Christ's humble followers met together, Ayl'ce had established the character of being, not almost, but altogether, a Christian. Much did Christy long to make her acquaintance, but he had never got beyond a few words interchanged in the street, or at the prayer-meeting:

It was summer-time, and Christy was sitting on a low wall in the street, a field being on the other side. He was watching the birds and the flowers, and the sunbeams as they played on the shining blades of grass, when, coming along at a little distance, he spied Ayl'ce. She must pass by him. Should he speak to her ? No, he would wait and see whether she would speak to him.

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Ayl'ce came up-she passed him-not a word! He watched her going quietly on, when suddenly she stopped, turned back, and coming up to him, said, “ Mr.

is going to preach at- -to-morrow evening! wilt tab go an yer him ?”

« Ar tab a boun?said he. "Heigh,” replied Ayl'ce, “ Aw think aw shall.”* “Aw hope it'l be foin,” rejoined Christy.

Soon after this, Ayl'ce's uncle died. After the funeral, Christy knew he should find Ayl'ce alone, and determined upon making a bold attempt. Accordingly, he wrote out a promise of marriage, and, with this in his pocket, he walked off to the cottage, where he found Ayl'ce alone, as he expected—busy ironing. Christy drew out of his pocket his carefully composed document.“ Ayl'ce,” he said again,“ aw cannot court, but wilt tah be my wife; if tah wilt, sign this?” whereupon he spread the paper out before her. Ayl'ce paused and considered a moment. Well,” she said, “if tah wilt sign it, aw will.” So both parties subscribed their names to the bond.

Christy went away to seek a living. He soon obtained employment. His leisure time he occupied in endeavouring to improve his mind, and add to his small stock of learning. As times grew better he prospered still more, till at last he began to think of returning to his native place, and setting up a little home of his own with his Ayl'ce.

Let us now take a peep at them by their humble fireside. Christy has commenced business on his own account; he works at the loom, and Ayl'ce at the spinning-jenny; their principal employment is making stockings, and their business is successful. A little Ayl'ce, too, is trotting about the floor.

Christy, however, is not quite satisfied; he is grate

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* Taa, or Tah, in Lancashire dialect, means you ; boun, going ,

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ful and happy, but still he wishes for some more direct employment in his Master's business. His religious experience, and the knowledge he had acquired, enabled him now, to his great delight, to be a teacher in that very Sunday school where he had once been a scholar. It happened that one of his children lived in a distant village, where there was no church, nor any religious instruction provided. Every Sunday, therefore, Christy walked over to the place; he read the Bible to the people, he explained to them the way of salvation; he entreated them to think of their souls. Moved by his words, the people began to read and pray for themselves ; and now, on a Sabbath morning, the roads that led from the secluded village might be seen traversed in various directions by numbers of persons, all willing to walk many long miles, that they might unite with God's people in public worship. Encouraged by this, Christy devoted more and more of his time to the same labours, until, at length, not only were his Sabbaths wholly given up to them, but often was he called from his loom to the sick and the dying.

As his business increased, he removed from one place to another, until the family finally settled in London. Wherever Christy went, he carried on his missionary labours ; wherever we live, that place is, in fact, our missionary station, if we could but think it so--if we would but try to make it so. Some friends, who sympathised in his zeal for the glory of God, and the salvation of sinners, longed to set him free from other occupations, and wholly devoted to missionary work. They counselled bim, therefore, to offer himself as a missionary to the London City Mission, and promised themselves to contribute half of his salary. The offer was accepted, and those who knew his zeal and earnestness, advised his being placed upon a district which few at that period would have ventured to visit.

Christy was conducted round to survey his district. He was terrified at the wickedness and misery he saw.

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