O that I may, like them, pursue
The course thou hast marked out for me;
My soul to thy high calling true,
Reflecting light derived from thee.

Thy Spirit's power, Lord, impart,
That I may in obedience move,
With ready mind and perfect heart,
Impelled by grace, and drawn by love.

My glorious Sun! if thou wilt cheer,
And make me in thy likeness shine;
Fair as those glowing orbs appear,
A brighter glory shall be mine.

ΠΟΤΑ.

HEAVEN.

Oh what a happy band are they,
Who have attain'd their home at last;
And in the world of endless day,
Recount the dangers they have pass'd.

Sin shall not grieve their hearts again,
Nor sorrow make them shed a tear;
Beyond all grief, and death, and pain,
Beyond all anxious doubt and fear.

The Lamb who died for them they sing,
Eternal is the song they raise;

And all the heav'nly regions ring,

With the loud anthems of their praise.

Oh what a sight of heaven is this;
Great God, accept and make me thine;
That I may join those ranks of bliss,
And in thy cloudless kingdom shine!

GRATITUDE FOR INSTRUCTION.
When I look around and see
All the kindness shewn to me,
That while others wander wide,
1 have friends my steps to guide;

I would feel, as well I may,
Gratitude, far more than they;
And would strive some good to gain,
Lest this care be spent in vain.

Well I know no other end

Seeks my teacher and my friend,
Than that wisdom's path be trod,
And I learn to seek my God.

Since they wish but for my good,
1 should sure do all I could;
Never from my duty stray,
Never loiter, never play.

Strive with all the strength I boast,
How to learn and please them most;
Love them for the good they do,
Pray that God would love them too.

A Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale

A young friend of mine was one day walking, and engaged in reading, when she was accosted by a Negro asking for charity. She informed him she was sorry to be obliged to refuse, but she had nothing with her that could be of use to him. The Negro bowed, and asked her what she was reading. She replied, "The New Testament."

He

seemed much pleased, and begged she would tell him something, "that he might keep." My friend said, "believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.' The black man answered, "Miss, me do believe; but me find me sin so hard." Another text was repeated, "The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin." What,

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dear lady, from all sin ?

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Then perhaps poor Negro man may be forgiven!" My friend replied, 'him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out;' these are our Lord's own words. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow.' Do you understand me?" "Yes, dear lady. "What does prayer mean?" asked my friend. "Why, (answered the Negro,) me told little baby boy yesterday, what dat mean; me told him, dat if he wanted bit of bread, he would believe dat I should give it him, and would not have one little doubt in his heart."-"You said well, (my friend replied;) and if you believe in your heart, that if you ask, God will give you all you want, pardon all your sins, and wash them all away in the blood of Christ, and do not have, as you told your child, one little doubt, he, even

God, for his Son's sake, Jesus Christ, will do all these things for you." "Me tank ye, dear lady; and poor Negro man pray to God to give him a new heart, and take away all his sins for Jesus' sake.'

He then turned away with tears in his eyes, and blessing my dear young friend, passed on. A week ago, the black man sent for my friend; and on entering his poor hut, she saw him lying on a bed of straw. He put out his hand, and said, "dear lady, me believe in de Lord Jesus Christ; and know dat he will save me." My friend asked him, how he knew? "Because me see Jesus in heaven holding out his hand to poor Negro man, to take; and I hear him say, 'come to me.' The Negro begged during which he

my friend to pray;
died, calling on his Saviour.

MEMOIR OF MARY H.

A few weeks ago, a medical friend mentioned the case of a very pleasing young girl, who had been for some months in a decline; and of whose getting well he had now given up all hopes. His reason for wishing me to visit her, was not, he said, to give her instruction or relief, but because he was sure it would give me pleasure. I went, and found her confined to her bed; hor