For the direction of young people, one thing still remains to be noticed. In the Church of Rome, the Apostles' Creed is most improperly considered as a kind of form of prayer; and to this childish error heir doctors themselves have given occasion or encouragement, by calling it "a Catholic Hymn, and a Sacred Thanksgiving." Let it be observed, that these three well-known forms, the Decalogue, the Lord's Prayer, and the Creed, are to be thus distinguished from each other. In the Decalogue, or Ten Commandments, God speaks to men; in the Lord's Prayer, man speaks to God; in the Creed, man speaks both to God and to men. As the Prayer is distinct from the Law, so the Creed is perfectly distinct from che Prayer.

SABBATH EVENING HYMN.
WE thank thee, Father, for the day
That, robed in twilight sweet,
Doth linger ere it pass away,

And lead us to thy feet.

We thank thee for its healing rest
To weary toil and care;

Its praise, within thy temple blest-
Its holy balm of prayer.

We thank thee for its living bread,
That did our hunger stay;
The manna, by thine angels shed

Around our desert-way.

Forgive us, if our thoughts were slow
To claim a heavenly birth;
If feelings, that should upward glow,
Did gravitate to earth.

Forgive us, if these precepts pure,
That should our sins control,
And aid us meekly to endure,
Grew languid in the soul.

Forgive us, if with spirit cold,

We breathed the murmur's moan; Or fail'd to grasp the chain of gold

That links us to thy throne.

O grant, that when this span of life
In evening shade shall close,
And all its vanity and strife

Tend to their long repose;

We, for the sake of Him who died,
Our Advocate and Friend,
May share that Sabbath at thy side
Which never more shall end.

L. H. SIGOURNEY.

THE TYROLESE OF ZILLERTHAL.

BY REV. R. BAIRD, D.D., OF NEW YORK. Ir was on the morning of September 2nd that I left che city of Linz, so picturesquely situated on the Danube, and set out for Salzburg. My companions in the schnell post were two or three Germans, who were going to some of the intervening towns. The carly portion of the day was fine; but, before noon notwithstanding its defects, the Creed is a valuable summary; ind it is to be regretted that some of the friends of truth have allowed themselves to criticise it with unjustifiable severity Rev. Dr Fraser.

arrived, the heavens became overcast, and soon a heavy storm of rain, which descended along the mountains of the Tyrol, whither we were directing our course, set in, and continued till the going down of the sun.

Nothing worthy of note happened during the forenoon and the early part of the afternoon. The postilion from time to time aroused us with the sound of his trumpet; and occasionally we rattled through an ancient village, with narrow, roughly paved, and unattractive streets, inhabited by a simple-hearted, industrious race of blue-eyed Germans. The country through which we were passing wore a monotonous and uninteresting appearance; at least, such was the impression that memory retains at this day.

But if there was nothing in the natural scenes through which we were passing that was calculated to arrest attention, there were scenes in reserve for us of a more interesting character before the day came to a close. About four o'clock in the afternoon, we began to meet a company of emigrants, about one hundred and twenty in number, who came along in straggling parties, throughout the length of three or four miles. Unaccustomed to such a sight as this on the continent of Europe, though familiar enough with it in my own country,-where I had often met or passed by wagon after wagon filled with emigrants in the Alleghany mountains, who were seeking a home in the "Far West," I knew not what to make of it. Groups of tall, robust-looking men and women, plainly but comfortably clad, in costumes such as we often see worn by the German emigrants who come to our shores, passed along on foot, carrying huge red umbrellas. By their side, the larger boys and girls trudged along with unequal step; whilst the old men and women, together with the little children, sat in the wagons, their heads peering out of the large opening in the front part of these vehicles. Some two-wheeled carts, containing the moveable effects of those who were not rich enough to own horses, were drawn by the poorer but more athletic men.

There was something pensive, but not melancholy, in the countenances of all. A calm and firm resolution was depicted in the faces of the men; humble resignation in those of the women. Earnest and quiet, the procession, if I may so call it, moved on, amid the heavy and uninterrupted storm of rain that beat upon them, and all who beheld it seemed touched with a sentiment of deep respect and heartfelt sympathy.

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Party after party passed along at intervals. length I could bear the sight no longer, and requested the "conductor " to stop the postilions; whereupon the following dialogue ensued:"Who are you?" "We are Tyrolese."

"Whence do you come?" "From Zillerthal." "Whither are you going?" "To Silesia, where the good king of Prussia offers us an asylum and a home."

"How many are there of you?" "Four hundred and eighty."

"What have you done, that so many of you are compelled to leave your country;" "We have committed no crime. We only wish to serve CHRIST according to the dictates of our consciences and His word; and we are not allowed to do it there. This is the reason why we quit our native valleys in the Tyrol, and are seeking a home in a foreign land."

These, then, were the protestant exiles from Zillerthal, of whom I had recently heard so much at Berlin and Vienna, and respecting whom some vague rumours had reached me at Paris, during the two years preceding the occurrence which I have just related.

afforded a generous assistance to the exiles of Zillerthal; and after procuring from the Austrian Government a protraction of the period allowed for the preparations previous to their departure, he made suitable provision for their comfort in the town of Schmiedeberg, in the valley of Hirschberg, where they passed the winter of 1837-38.

The present king of Prussia, at that time CrownPrince, in a letter addressed to the writer, and dated March 20th, 1838, makes the following honourable mention, with which we conclude this brief sketch of the exiled Zillerdalers :

"Our Tyrolese of Zillerthal, after having undergone the visit of the cholera, and the scourge of a fearful winter, are beginning to settle down in the beautiful valley of Hirschberg, on some lands belonging to the king. Their language and their manners preach the Gospel."-The Christian Union and Religious Memorial, (New York, U.S.)

FRAGMENTS FROM BISHOP REYNOLDS.

1. HUMAN LEARNING.

THEMISTOCLES, though he was ignorant of music, yet knew how to govern a state; and a believer, though he be ignorant of all other learning, yet by the knowledge of Christ will be a blessed man; whereas all the learning in the world, without this, will leave a man miserable. To know the whole creation, and to be ignorant of the Creator; to know all histories and antiquities, and to be unacquainted with our own hearts; to be good logicians to other purposes, and in the mean time to be cheated by Satan with parallogisms in the business of our own salvation; to be powerful orators with men, and never to prevail with God; to know the constellations, motions, and influences of heavenly bodies, and have still unheavenly souls; to know exactly the laws of men, and be ignorant and rebellious against the laws of God; to abound with worldly wisdom, and be destitute of the fear of God, which makes wise unto salvation, is all but a better kind of refined misery: the devils have much more than all this comes to, and yet are damned. We must therefore study to improve our learning unto the use and furtherance of holiness; to better our minds; to order our affections; to civilize our manners; to reform our lives; to adorn and render our profession the more amiable; to consecrate all our other endowments as spoils unto Christ; to lay our crowns at his feet; and make all our other abilities and acquirements handmaids unto his glory. When learning is thus a servant unto godliness, godliness will be an honour unto learning.

2. THE RICH MAN.

"His glory will not descend after him." In all points, as he came into the world, so he must go out; naked in, and naked out; he brought nothing in, he can carry nothing out; he passeth, but the earth abides, and his house will know him no more. And this shows the baseness of worldly wealth, First, that it is communicable to the men of this world, who have their portion only here; "their bellies may be filled with these treasures;" they may have more than heart could wish; they may be mighty in power, and spend their days in wealth; they may join house to house, and lay field to field. "No man can know love or hatred by these things;" a Nabal and a Doeg may have them, as well as an Abraham or a David. Jacob's ladder, which conveyeth to heaven, may have its foot in a smoking cottage; and there may be a trapdoor in a stately palace, which may let down to hell. Secondly, That it is of but a very narrow use;

like a candle, needful in the night, but absurd in the day; like brass tokens, fit to buy some small trifles with, but not to purchase an inheritance. All the difference which riches make amongst men, are but in this little isthmus of mortality. As, in casting accounts, one counter stands for a thousand pounds, another for a penny; as, in setting letters, the same letter may one while be put into the name of a prince, and the next time into the name of a beggar; but when the counters are put into the bag, and the letters into their boxes, they are there all alike. No difference between the dust of Dives and Lazarus. Come to Ahab and Jezebel when the dogs have done with them; and their vineyard and their paint is vanished unto all eternity. A living dog is better than a dead lion; a dead lion no better than a dead dog.

3. THE SINNER'S PERVERSENESS.

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SUCH is the desperate corruption of the heart of men, even then when they are frighted with the wrath to come, and very anxious and solicitous to fly from it; they do yet wilfully shut their eyes to the the light of saving truth; delude and cast a mist over right way; choke, suppress, smother in themselves their own conscience; and willingly rather choose their own ways from wrath, than God's. So long as men like not to part with their lusts, they cannot away with the light that discovers them. wares love not true, but false lights. Nothing but 2 Tim. ii. 25. When men will lay apart filthiness, repentance will bring men to acknowledge the truth, then they will receive the ingrafted word, James i. 19: when they will do his will, then they will know his doctrine, John i. 17: when they fear him, then eyes toward they will see his secret, and have their the Lord, Ps. xxv. 14, 15: when they are in his way, then they will take his guidance, Ps. xxxii. 8: but until then, they are willingly ignorant, 1 Peter iii. 5, and like not to retain God in their knowledge, Rom. xi, 2; do resolve to contend against it, Rom. ii. 8. In the things which they know, in them they corrupt themselves; and though God hate robbery for burnt-offerings, do yet venture to hope, that when they have robbed God of substantial duties, he will rest satisfied with their sacrifices. And thus they deal with God just as bankrupts with their creditors: think they can put him off with parcelpayment, and compound for so much in the hundred. So exceeding deceitful is the heart of man, as then when it fears wrath, it doth not so much as fly from it; hoodwinks and hides itself; like cowards, when they see a blow coming, do not ward it, but only wink. that they may not see it; and the sum of all their care is, to perish by stealth.

4. HIS MADNESS.

TAKE away the sun, and all the stars of heaven would never make day: so if a man have as many moral virtues as there be stars in the firmament, and were destitute of faith in Christ, the Sun of righteousness, if he have not God for his God, there would be night and calamity in his soul still. Without faith there is no walking with God; for two will not walk together unless they be agreed, Amos iii. 3.

But O what madness is it for man to disagree with God! for Adam to arm himself with fig-leaves against his Maker! for briers to rise in rebellion against fire, or smoke to withstand a whirlwind! Remember thy nature, that will teach thee thy duty. "For he hath showed thee, O man!" And what is man? Abraham will tell us in two words, "dust and ashes."

Dust by his original, which came from earth; ashes by desert, which carry him to the fire, Rev. xx. 10. The law, a law of fire, Deut. xxxiii. 2; the prison, a lake of fire, Rev. xx. 10; the judge, a consuming fire, Heb. xii. 18; with whom he may not contend, Eccles. vi. 10; from whom he cannot escape, Ps. cxxix. 7.

THE DEATH OF SALADIN.

BY REV. J. S. C. ABBOTT.

IN the middle of the eleventh century there arose a Mohammedan prince in Egypt, by the name of Saladin. Ascending the throne of the ancient Pharaohs, and guiding the Moslem armies, he rolled back the tide of European invasion with which the Crusaders were inundating the Holy Land. His legislative genius constituted him the glory of his own country, while his military exploits inspired Christendom with the terror of his name. The wealth of the Orient was in his lap, the fate of millions hung upon his lips, and one half of the world was at his disposal.

At last, death, the common conqueror of us all, came to smite the crown from the brow, and to dash the sceptre from the hand of this mighty monarch. As he lay upon his dying bed, looking back upon the visions of earthly glory, fast flitting away, and looking forward into the impenetrable obscurity of the future, his soul was overwhelmed with those emotions which must, under such circumstances, agitate the bosom of every thinking being. For a long time, his unbroken silence indicated the deep absorption of his thoughts by the new subjects which now engrossed his spirit. At last, rousing himself from his reverie, with that firm voice which had ever commanded obedience, he said—

"Prepare and bring to me my winding-sheet." It was immediately done as commanded, and the winding sheet was unfolded before him. The dying sultan gazed upon it silently, and then added"Bring here the banner round which my chosen guards have rallied in so many victories."

The banner was immediately presented at the royal couch, and all in silence awaited the further directions of the monarch. He paused for a moment, and then said

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through its long streets. The crowds in silent awe gathered at the corners. Suddenly the dirge dies away, and all is still. The hearts of the multitude almost ceased to beat as the cold, white sheet, soon to enshroud their beloved monarch's limbs, is waved before them. Not a sound disturbs the silent eity as the clear voice of the crier exclaims, "This is all that remains to the mighty Saladin!" Again the soul-moving strains of the requiem vibrate through the air, and the procession moves along its melancholy way. Not a sound of mirth was heard as that day's sun went down, and tears started unbidden into eyes unused to weep. As the stars came out in the sky, the spirit of the monarch took its flight to the bar of judgment, and the winding-sheet enshrouded his limbs, still in death. Seven hundred years have since that hour rolled away, and what now remains to the mighty monarch of the East? Not even a handful of dust can tell us where was his sepulchre.

Are you young, are you rich, are you powerful? How soon will you point to your winding-sheet and say-This is all that now remains to me! Are you bereaved, world-weary, broken-hearted? How soon may you be able to say-This winding-sheet is all that remains to me of every conflict and every sorrow!

A BELIEVER'S DYING DAY.

then, should he be unwilling to die? A BELIEVER'S dying day is his best day; and why, A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of one's birth," Eccles. vii. 1, in respect of profit, pleasure, peace, safety, company, glory.

A believer's dying day is his resting day; it is resting from sin, from sorrow, from affliction, from temptation, from desertion, from dissension, from vexation, from persecution, and from all bodily labour.

The saints' dying day is their reaping day. Now they shall reap the fruit of all the prayers that ever they have made, of all the sermons that ever they have heard, of all the tears that ever they have shed, of all the sighs and groans that ever they have fetched, and of all the good works that ever they have done, and of all the great things that ever they have suffered, yea, now they shall reap the fruits of many good services which themselves had forgotten; "Lord, when saw we thee hungry, and fed thee, or thirsty, and gave thee drink," &c. They had done many good works and forgotten them, but Christ records them.

It was done with the promptitude with which the directions of the sultan ever were obeyed. The dimmed eye of the dying monarch gazed upon the mournful emblem of mortality, as it hung from the staff, around which he had so often rallied his legions on fields of blood, and said

"Let the crier, accompanied by the musicians, in a funeral dirge, pass through all the streets of Damascus, and at every corner wave this banner, and proclaim-This is all that remains to the mighty Saladin!"

There was then such a procession as the imperial city had never before witnessed. Gathered in front of the portals of the palace, were the musicians, the crier, with the strange banner, doing homage to this memorial of death. Silence pervaded the thronged city, as the wailing of the dirge floated mournfully

labour of love, &c., yet when you die, when you come to heaven, you shall reap a plentiful, a glorious crop as the fruit of that good seed, that for a time hath seemed to be buried and lost; when mortality shall which was long since cast upon the waters. put on immortality, you shall then find that bread

death itself.

Thy dying day, O believer, will be thy triumphing day! Now thou shalt triumph gloriously over sin, Satan, the world, thy own base heart, yea, and over Believers, even in this life, by virtue of their union and communion with Christ, and by virtue of his gracious presence, influence, and assistance, do always triumph, as the apostle speaks, 2 Cor. ii. 14. Now, thanks be unto God which always causeth us to triumph in Christ; but notwithstanding this, ah, how often doth the best of saints find the world, the flesh, and the devil, triumphing sadly over them! Now, a Christian triumphs over Satan; by and by, Christ withdraws, and then Satan triumphs over him. Now, the believer leads captivity captive; anon, the believer is led captive; but death brings a

Christian to a full, perfect, complete, absolute, and perpetual triumph over the world, the flesh, and the devil.

A Christian's dying day is his transplanting day. Death transplants a believer from earth to heaven, from misery to glory. Death to a saint, is nothing but the taking of a sweet flower out of this wilderness, and planting it in the garden of Paradise; it is nothing but taking a lily from among thorns, and planting it among those sweet roses of heaven which Christ delights to wear in his bosom. Death is nothing but the taking off a believer fully from the stock of the first Adam, and the planting him perpetually into that glorious stock, the second perfect Adam, the Lord Jesus, who is blessed for ever.

A believer's dying day is his coronation day. Here believers are kings elected, but when they die, they are kings crowned; now they have a crown in reversion, but then they shall have a crown in possession: now they have a crown in hope, but then they shall have a crown in hand. Death will at last bring the soul to a crown without thorns, to a crown without mixture; to a righteous crown, to a glorious crown, to an everlasting crown. Here, the believer, as his Saviour before him, is crowned with thorns, but death will turn that crown of thorns into a crown of pure gold.-Brookes.

THE DANGER OF UNBLESSED PATRIMONY. MANY of our readers (says a Philadelphia paper) may be familiar with the closing paragraph of the last will and testament of the celebrated Patrick Henry, whose patriotism and eloquence are destined to go down as heirlooms in the families of America to the latest posterity. It deserves to be kept before the people, and is worthy of frequent consideration by every man who lays any claim to the title of Christian. There is something peculiarly impressive in the act of conveying to others the earthly substance with which God in his providence may have blessed us-substance to be held by them when we ourselves shall be silent in the grave-substance that may prove a blessing or a curse, just in proportion as it is employed to the glory of God or the injury of man. Patrick Henry felt this when he concluded his will in these memorable words:

"I have now disposed of all my property to my family; there is one thing more I wish I could give them, and that is Christian religion. If they had this, and I had not given them one shilling, they would be rich; and if they had not that, and I had given them all the world, they would be poor."

The editor of the New York Journal of Commerce says, in a recent number:

"A five dollar bill of the Fulton Bank passed through our hands yesterday, on the back of which was written as follows:-This is the last of three thousand dollars left to me by my mother at her death, on the 27th of August 1846. Would to God she had never left it to me, and that I had been learned to work, to have earned my living; I would not now be what I am!**

The Pennsylvanian of this city records a melancholy case of unblessed wealth:

"About five years ago we saw a man light his cigar with a twenty dollar note on the Farmers' and Mechanics' Bank. At that time he was full of life,

and in the possession of real estate in the city of Philadelphia, valued at eighty thousand dollars. Alas! what changes doth time make-on Saturday last, this foolish man was seen begging alms in our public streets. He looked wretched, was ghastly pale, and miserably clad."

Many a man lives to curse the day in which he was put in possession of means, for the right improvement of which he had received no preparatory training. Where no religious principles have been implantedno dependence upon the Author of all good cherished -no direction given to the thoughts towards a better and endurir g substance; but habits of idleness, extravagance, and independence countenanced, what can we expect but a useless, miserable existence, and a permature, hopeless departure to the tribunal of that God who will render to every man according to his works?

We cannot give our children religion; but we can give them religious counsels. We can offer in their behalf fervent prayer, we can train them to industrious habits, we can cherish in them feelings of honour and self-respect, and, above all, we can leave them the invaluable legacy of a holy Christian life. Such a heritage will be more precious than gold.

A HUNDRED GUINEAS FOR A BIBLE. A YOUNG girl entered the shop of Mr B., a bookseller, desiring him to exchange a Prayer-book which she brought with her for a Bible. He gave her a Bible, and bade her keep the Prayer-book also. Some time after, this girl was taken into the service of Rev. Mr Cecil. On her first coming into the family, Mr Cecil inquired if she had a Bible; to which she answered in the affirmative, and told him from whom she received it. Mr Cecil was pleased with the circumstances, and finding out Mr B., recommended him to his friends. During Mr Cecil's absence from town, however, Mr B. became involved in serious pecuniary difficulties, and was compelled to give up his business, and return to a mechanical employment which he had learned in his youth. The violent exertion attendant on this occupation occasioned a painful illness: he remained some time in an hospital, but at length left, and retired to an obscure lodging, without any adequate means of support for himself and family. To this place Mr Cecil, on his arrival in town, with difficulty traced him. An early interview took place; and Mr B. having stated his misfortunes, "Well B.," said Mr Cecil, "what can be done for you? Would a hundred guineas be of any service to you?" "I should be truly thankful for such a sum," said B.; "it would be of great use to me, but I cannot expect it." "Well," returned Mr Cecil, "I am not a rich man, and I have not got a hundred guineas to give you; but," continued he, putting his hand in his pocket, I have got one; here it is at your service, and I will undertake to make it a hundred in a few days." Mr Cecil represented the case to his friends, fulfilled his promise, and the Bible which B. had formerly given to a child indirectly procured the means of once more opening his shop, and affording him subsistence.