do his worst upon him, speaking ter- | was not capable of bringing the boat rible things in wrath against the jus to shore. I saw that young man wring tice of the Most High, and venturing his hands in agony; by and bye he gave most bold and awful assertions con up the attempt to save his life, kneeled cerning his own disbelief in a future down, and cried with desperate earstate. It was altogether a singular nestness, O God, save my soul! If scene. It was lighted up by pine | my body cannot be saved, save my knots, which cast a glare here and soul! I heard him confess that he there, while the thick darkness in had been a blasphemer; I heard him other places still reigned. The people vow that if his life was spared he were intent on listening to the orator, would never be such again; I heard and when he sat down, thunders of him implore the mercy of Heaven for applause were given him, each one Jesus Christ's sake, and earnestly seeming to emulate the other in his plead that he might be washed in his praise.

blood. These arms sared that young . Thought the minister, “I must not man from the flood; I plunged in, let this pass; I must rise and speak; brought the boat to shore, and saved the honour of my God and his cause his life. That same young man has demands it.” He feared to speak, for just now addressed you, and cursed he knew not what to say, having come his Maker. What say you to this, there suddenly; but he would have

sirs ?” ventured, had not something else The speaker sat down. You may occurred. A man of middle age, hale guess what a shudder ran through the and strong, rose, and leaning on his young man himself, and how the staff he said: "My friends, I have a audience in one moment changed their word to speak to you to-night. I am not notes, and saw that, after all, while it about to refute any of the arguments was a fine thing to brag and bravado of the orator; I shall not criticise his against Almighty God on dry land, style; I shall say nothing concerning and when danger was distant, it was what I believe to be the blasphemies not quite so grand to think ill of he has uttered; but I shall simply him when near the verge of the grave. relate to you a fact, and after I have We believe there is enough conscience done that you shall draw your own in every man to convince him that conclusions. Yesterday I walked by God must punish him for his sin, and the side of yonder river: I saw on its that in every heart the words of the floods a young man in a boat. The Scripture will find an echo, “If he boat was unmanageable-it was fast turn not, He will surely whet his going towards the rapids--he could not use the oars, and I saw that he

sword.”

1 Page for Sunday School Teachers. THE TEACHER'S DREAM.

A SUPERINTENDENT returned from his work one Sabbath evening, tired and discouraged. The children had been very noisy and troublesome. One teacher had been absent, no one knew why; another left his class uncared for, because he wished to spend a Sabbath in the country; and a third had intimated his intention to resign, because he found the school hour was so close to his dinner time that he was disagreeably hurried after his meal. The subject of lesson that day had been “The plague sent on

Israel for David's sin;" and the superintendent had carefully prepared and delivered an address at the close of the exercises on the words, “Neither will I offer unto the Lord my God of that which cost me nothing.” With his mind occupied by these occurrences, and haunted by the thoughts suggested by the lesson, our superintendent threw himself on the sofa, and fell asleep. But his sleep was restless, and he dreamt. i · In his dream he thought his fellowteachers and himself were gathered together in an upper room, on the first day of the week, as the disciples great."

were long ago—and suddenly, as then, , service in the Sabbath school. The our Lord Jesus Christ entered into offering was accepted with a benignant the midst of the company and blessed smile. Then the dreamer remembered them. A calm, serene light filled the how, while that teacher bad few adroom, yet tuere was no symptom of vantages of education-had twelve or fear on any countenance. By some fourteen hours of daily work-he had strange, mysterious arrangement, 1 yet found time most carefully to study Christ seemed to be present, and to and write out all his lessons for the address only one of the teachers at classes. The same figure bent again once.

he saw Christ before that altar with deeper humility standing before that teacher who bad | than before, and laid his earnest been absent that evening on his own prayers, the outpourings of his heart pleasure ; tbe Saviour's hand, marked for bis scholars, at his Master's feet. with the nail, seemed extended to Most graciously were tbey received. hold up the bloody cross on wbich He And it flashed through the dreamer's had hung and died, and a still, gentle thoughts, how that dear friend, when voice asked the question, “I gave up his health threatened to give way, my life for thee-wilt thou give up | used to be found on his knees, long thy pleasure for me?" Oh, it sounded after midnight, crying to God on like blasphemy when the teacher behalf of the souls for which he said, “I will not—the cost is too watched, and when urged by a friend,

who found him so engaged, to spare A shade first dimmed and then hid himself, replied, “Oh, let me praythis scene from the dreamer's eye; let me pray !” and when it cleared away, he saw the Suddenly the atmosphere round the Lord standing behind an altar, ad altar brightened, and that Christian dressing another of their company teacher's figure was seen again, his one who, though regularly in her eye brighter than ever; his smile place every Sabbath evening, never reflected faintly that of his Lord, but seemed to benefit her class. She was | bis bodily frame was worn and wan, asked for Christ's sake to give thougbt He approached the altar, and folding and love to these little ones. She his arms, he bent his head, and exadvanced to the altar, but instead of claiming “My Lord and iny God," laying mind and heart on it, she laid gently laid his wasted frame on the only the shred of time the school re altar, and breathed his last! It was quired each Sabbath evening! She done, and the whole scene vanished offered her Lord what cost her into dazzling brightness. Then the nothing! She had nothing to do on superintendent remembered how that Sabbath evening at home, and she devoted labourer caught fever while found it dull to stay in the house. visiting a poor sick scholar in one of

Again, at that altar another teacher the wretched hovels of the city, and stood : he had left the school some | how, standing at his bedside, he had time before, in consequence of being seen him fall asleep in Jesus. jeered and laughed at by his friends The dream passed away, but two at home for being “80 good,” and in thoughts remained—“How many of mockery they used to call him us serve Christ with what costs us 66 Teacher.” Solemnly the words nothing? How few of us dare prewere directed to him-"By the buf. sent our work in the Sabbath school fetting and spitting, by the scourging as an offering to our Lord Jesus?" and the shame, by my crown of Surely these questions deserve our thorns and my cross of anguish, wilt consideration. Let those teachers thou feed my lambs?” Alas! he who profess to be Christians either turned from the altar, and refused to take up the service, which they give to make such a sacrifice !

the cause of Christ, and, looking to the Once more the dream brought up cross, let them offer it to their Lord : or, another friend, a teacher who bad if they find they dare not do so, let died twelve months before. His them inquire why it is that conscience figure was seen kneeling before the interposes. Will it not be found that altar; his eyes filled with tears, and | the reason is, they dare not offer to raised towards his gracious Lord, as he their Lord that which " costs them offered his whole intellect for Christ's nothing ?” is i

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GOOD FOR EVIL.* make me so. Then, if I am wicked,

it's not pleasant to be always reminded “WHY have you come here alone?” of it, and told that one is sure of eterasked Emily, gently laying a hand on nal misery, and that God looks on one Ann's bonnetless head.

with hate and horror is that likely to Ann looked up, then turned her make me love her, though she is one eyes away.

of the good people ?" It was a lovely little nook which “But God does not look upon you she had found -a mossy bank beside in that way, He does not, Ann," said a piece of water which came smooth Emily, speaking warmly; "and your as a mirror to her feet in the form of aunt is wrong, however good she may a miniature bay. Up behind the bank be in other respects, to tell you so. was a thick clump of full branching God loves the whole world ; God is sycamores, whose large leaves flung a love; it is His very nature to love; cool shelter over the spot where she and did He only love good people, who had thrown herself. She was lying | would be loved by Him? not me--not on the ground when Emily found her, you--not any one. No, He loves us her bonnet flung aside, and her whole first, in spite of our wickedness, and attitude one of hopeless sorrow.

then, if we will but submit our hearts “How did you know that I was to His love, He makes us more worthy here?" asked Ann, as Emily sat down of it; if we waited to get good first, I by her side. .

fear we should never be loved at all. "I followed you; I could not bear Oh, if mamma were but here to tell to see you going off by yourself when you all about it!” the others were so happy together.” “Emily,” said Ann, after a pause,

"I wonder you trouble about me; “I wish I had cut my fingers instead you're so good, everybody says, that I of your purse yesterday, you must wonder you do not treat me like a dislike me su, I almost wish you would mad dog as the rest do."

go away.” "Me so good! 0 Ann, if you “I don't dislike you, I love you," knew how wickedly I felt yesterday !” and Emily put her arms round her

"Did you ? did you really? you feel neck and kissed her; “but I almost wickedly-how glad I am !"

hated you yesterday morning. I was “Glad ?

very, very wrong then; but I wish "Yes, glad-because I have always you would let me be your friend. I wanted to love you, ever since the day have wanted to be so from the first you picked up that leaf I dropped out when I heard you had no mother, of my grammar. I should have loved and I have none either; cannot we be you, but they all called you so good; like sisters ?” that made me spoil your work yester “O Emily, Emily, how can you day- I can't help hating good people." talk like that?” and with a burst of

“Hate good people ! why, Ann, tears--tears of contrition and happiwhat can you mean? why hate them?" ness, so strangely yet so pleasantly

"I cannot help it. There is my blended-Ann laid her head on her aunt now, how good she calls herself! companion's shoulder, and both felt she never gets into a passion or does that between them would henceforth out-of-the-way things, and people all be union and friendship. think so well of her, yet I do not love “But tell me, Ann," said Emily, her-I cannot."

after a pause, “(for sisters have no “Why?”

says."

Emily looked astonished.

| it so naturally: who could accuse it of “Not from Mrs. Tenison's fault. doing wrong ?” But my aunt brought me to see her Ann laughed, and then, looking the day before I was to come to very sad, she said, “What a good school; and then to shame me, I sup mother you had !” pose, gave her such a character of me, “Ah, well !" replied Emily, siniling, that I felt sure Mrs. Tenison must though with tearful eyes, "we are to hate me, and I had so looked forward be sisters, so you must fancy she was to trying to be good and making her yours too, and I shall make you love my friend—but it was of no use after her by telling you about her--all she that. Then, too, some of the girls in said and did.” the next room overheard a few of my “I never remember mine ; I think aunt's words (for she spoke loudly), I should not have been so bad if any and I could see them next day looking one had ever loved me.” at me and talking together-I knew "Do not say that, Ann; for, if no what it meant. And then this mise one else, One has been loving you from rable way I am dressed; I never look the moment you were born, loves you like other girls, I always feel how dif now better than any mother ever ferent I am; why, how old do you loved her child.” take me for ?,

Ann shook her head. “About twelve, and yet you must “You should hear what my aunt be older.” “Yes, I am fourteen; only three

"I know what the Bible says," weeks younger than Isabel, and not answered Emily, gravely. "The Lord much more than a year younger than is good to all ;' 'God so loved the you, and obliged to dress like this! world'-does that exclude you, Ann? and my hair, too; but I don't know —' that he gave his only-begotten how else to do it.”

Son ;' herein is love-not that we “Let me try,” said Emily; "I have loved God, but that He loved us.' And a pocket-brush here, and one of my as one of my favourite hymns says, side combs to help, and I am sure to ““"Stronger his love than death and bell; find hair-pins to spare out of my own Its riches are unsearcbable; head. Now, sit down comfortably,

The first-born sons of light and look at yourself in the water,

Desire in vain its depths to see ; while I make you quite fashionable.

They cannot reach the mystery, Yours is beautiful hair.”

The length, and breadth, and height. "Is it?" asked Ann, pleased. “Aunt “God only knows the love of God.'always says I am altogether a fright.” But I dare say I am wearying you."

“Never mind her, she is not here “No, you are not. I like hearing now. I am making it into such a good plait.”

“I could go on quoting hymns “Are you? How kind! But I longer than you would care to listen, thought good people considered it though. But how can you doubt wicked to look nice."

God's loving you?-it seems so strange. “First,” answered Emily, smiling, | Why did Christ come? And when "you must not make me out as one he was on earth, did he ever refuse to of the good people ; and secondly, I love one? Did he not rather say, “Him think we ought all to try to look nice that cometh unto me, I will in no wise and pleasant. Mamma used to say, cast out? Did not his heart yearn that if we merely wished to gain the over all? The more wicked they were, admiration of others, or thought so the more he pitied them, for "He much of personal appearance as to came not to call the righteous, but neglect other duties, then it was sinners to repentance. I wish you wrong. But if we simply desired to could believe all this, for then you please and avoid looking singular, it | would never feel uncared for or miserwas right to do so. Gloominess is able." not religion. Just see those flowers “I have always felt as if Christ how beautiful their colours are ; and had never anything to do with me." God made them so exquisitely tinted. “Why so ? And look there at that little bird “Because I was not good.” setting straight its feathers, and doing “And yet, when he was on earth,

it.”

he was reviled because he went with now. And some of your others are publicans and sinners;' sinners, whom too long : we might alter them. And he had come to redeem and purify, that bonnet would look better if it ministered to his wants, leaned on his | were trimmed with half the ribbon in bosom, washed his feet with tears and a different manner, wouldn't it?" kissed them; and he loved them all, “I think it would, but then the called them his children, his friends, thing is I do not know how to do it, his brethren and his sisters--yet he and aunt would only scold if I spoilt himself was pure and sinless. Oh, the ribbon.” how often have I heard mamma say “But I do understand how to alter all this to any who doubted whether a frock or trim a bonnet, enough for God could ever love them !"

what we want, at least, Could I not "No one ever told me.”

come over one day this week, and we “There were some verses out of | might go out into the fields and sew the Psalms, too,” continued Emily, | together, and astonish your aunt a “which she loved to repeat. She little ?” said they were sufficient to comfort “Oh, yes, thank you, Emily, I shall the most miserable, when fully under

not be afraid if I have you to help me stood. I do not know them all-only out with her.” two or three. Just listen. Ann.” And l . “I am sure if you look nicer by our in a sweet low voice she repeated alterations, she will be pleased after

**For as the heaven is bigh above the a timo, You see, now ! And how earth, so great is his mercy toward them astonished the girls will be at teathat fear him. As far' as the east is from time, to see you with such a new, nice the west, so far bath he removed our trans. | face, or rather the old one set off in a gressions from us. Like as a father pitieth

new fashion !" his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame : he

Ann's face at that moment was like remembereth that we are dust."." . a spring morning -all smiles and tears. The words fell soothingly upon Ann

“How good and kind you are, dear Dawson's heart, as a sweet slumber

Emily! How could any one help on tired eyelids. A strange sense of

loving you ?”

"If you think me so good and kind, rest and calm came over her, but she said nothing, and Emily, fearing to

who often act and feel so wrongly, annoy by pushing a serious conversa

what must you think of the Saviour tion too far, brushed and fastened up

the only good One, with such heavenly her hair in silence.

kindness, such inexhaustible compasAt length it was completed, and

sion, in his heart? If you love me, even in the water Ann could not but

how can you help much more loving

Him? Try to love Him-read about notice how different she appeared with the neat bands parted off her forehead

Him-think of all He did ----pray for a and falling on her cheek, and the well

loving heart : will you not?” arranged mass of hair behind.

"I will! I will !” said Ann, throw“Now," said Emily, “as holiday

ing herself into Emily's arms; "for I time is coming, I must give you half

do wish to love Him, and I believe a-dozen lessons in hairdressing, so that

that He really does love me." you may be able to do it for yourself ;

So, beneath the sycamore trees of and then, too, could we not alter your

Ackworth Hall, Emily told the gospel frocks a little? This one is too short,

of love, and the orphan girl found a and it has a tuck : we might let it down

never-failing, an eternal Friend.

Intelligence.

NOTES OF THE MONTH.