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that I could have thrown myself into the engagement with all my onergy, but I have not strength of body this evening. God sparing me, I shall be happy on some futuro occasion to say something on this great matter, in which my sympathies have beon enlisted for some years, and which I love with a stronger affection now than I did when I entered, as a little boy, into the sabbath school, thirty-nine years ago. I beg, most cordially, to second the resolution.

The motion was submitted to the meeting by Mr. Watson, and cordially adopted.

The CHAIRMAN acknowledged the vote. He said, I beg most sincerely to thank you for the kind manner in which you have received this resolution. But I will not say one word to weakon the effect of the last address by our friend from Jamaica. I trust that the solemn words of advice that he has addressed to us will remain in our memories and influence our hearts. I am quite sure that you will allow mo, as the organ and mouth-piece of this meeting, to convey your thanks to the gentlemen who hare so ably addressed us this evening, to express your sympathy with Mr. Robinson in his indisposition, and your hope that next year he will be able to take a more active part in our proceedings. I very cordially thank you for the way in which you have received my services.

The third hymn having been sung, the Rev. WILLIAM BROCK pronounced the benediction, and the proceedings terminated.

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Whit-Monday, June 13th, 1859.



'Tis past, 'tis past, the yoar is gono, Time on its wings hath hurried on; And many hearts have ceased to beat, And we may ne'er again thus meet.

How many voices sweet and young,
That blended in our joyous song,
Exultant swell the heavenly choir,
And raise the angelic raptures higher.


The God of nature and of grace,
In all His works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.
Behold, this fair and fertile globe,
By him

in wisdom planned ;
"Twas He who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
Lift to the firmament your eye,
Thither his path pursue :
His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wondering view.
The forests in his strength rejoice,
Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God's voice
Is heard among the trees.
In every stream His bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth ;
In every breeze His Spirit blows
The breath of life and health.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will Paradise be found,


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God is Love."-Clayton.
HARRI while myriad hosts above
Chant responsive “ God is Love!"
Nature, to its utmost bounds,
With the heaven-born truth resounds.
Sun and stars, in wondrous flame,
Day and night his love proclaim ;
Birds in grateful homage sing,
Fruits and flowers sweet incense bring.
God, in love and skill, designed
All his works to bless mankind;
Scattering beauty everywhere,
To inspire all hearts with prayer.
Lore, from his parental heart,
Flows in streams which life impart;
Shines throughout the sacred page,
Cheering man's frail pilgrimage.
In a manger once reclined,
Love in human form enshrined ;
On the Cross, in blood inscribed,
God in love was crucified.
Jesus, mighty to redeem,
Reigns for ever, reigos supreme;
His love is unchanged by time,
Pure, uwfathom'd, aud sublime.


Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mino,
And the pearls gleam forth from the coral

Is it there, sweet mother, that better land !

“Not there, not there, my child !"

“Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy !
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ;
Dreams cannot picture a world so far,
Sorrow and death may not enter there ;
Timo doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom.
Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child !"






Fourth Series.


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OUR readers have now before them the first volume of another

fifty years' series. It has been a pleasing labour to gather together the well-considered thoughts of about thirty kind contributors, who have never permitted the Editor to feel any anxiety as to his pages being filled with interesting and useful articles. The thanks of the readers of the Magazine are due, and no doubt are frequently rendered to them, for the pleasure and instruction which have been thus received. It is, perhaps, due to our contributors, that this opportunity should be taken for stating that the influence of their labours is not limited to the immediate readers of the Magazine. Sunday school and other periodicals reach us from our own and foreign lands, in which we find numerous extracts from our pages, and that to an extent which often both surprises and gratifies us.

A pleasing instance of the extent of this influence has recently occurred. In our number for April we narrated a touching incident in connexion with the distress in Lancashire during the last winter, under the title of "The Honest Sunday Scholar." That narrative was read in Australia, and moved the hearts of the teachers and scholars of the Surrey Hills Wesleyan school, Sydney, who have remitted the sum of Five Pounds for the use of the lad, who, in circumstances of almost irresistible temptation, was enabled, under the influence of the truths learnt in the Sunday school, to say, “Yes, we are very bad off, but I go to Sunday school, and I love Jesus, and I couldn't be dishonest.”

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Our career would present a great contrast to the actual events of human life, if there were no causes for regret mingled with these reasons for thankfulness. The most painful circumstance which has

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