and on the first Lord's day after his convalescence, in which he assembled with them to share in their fellowship and partake of their sacred festivities, was to him one of the most exalted and refreshing he had ever felt. He wept for joy. The passage from Luke on the resurrection was read, and his heart burned with rapture when meditating on the words of Christ to the disciples of Emmaus. He arose and said: "On this day the Lord of glory rose. The grave was spoiled of all its hoarded treasures; the sleeping dust of the saints felt its thrill; some were quickened into life by it, and the kingdom of darkness was entered by him who is the 'true light, the resurrection and the life.' He who was crowned with thorns, is now crowned with glory. He who was nailed to the cross, has transfixed death itself. Oh death, I will be thy plagues! Oh grave, I will be thy destruction! Repentance shall be hidden from mine eyes. Think not," said he to his brethren, "think not of your past sins. They are all washed away by the blood of the cross. If they come into your remembrance, they come not

into his who bore them away into the wilderness. The scape-goat that fled to the desolate regions of Idumea and the mountains which hung over the Dead Sea, returned not. All our sins are buried in the rocky sepulchre, and he who arose left them, as he did his grave-clothes, behind. 'I ascend,' said Jesus, 'to my Father and to your Father.' My Father-your Father. Precious words! 'He is my Father,' said the Conqueror, 'and he is your Father.' Then is Christ our brother; he is not ashamed to call us brethren."

"Christ the Lord is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, yon heavens and earth reply.

"Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight-the battle won;

Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er:

Lo! he sets in blood no more

"Hail, thou Lord of earth and heaven,

Praise to thee by both are given;

Thee we greet, triumphant now,

Hail the Resurrection thou."

Involuntarily, so soon as he concluded his short address, they sang these words.

When partaking of the Lord's Supper on this day, never did Jesus appear to him so precious. "This is my body-this is my blood." These words fell with unusual weight and solemnity on his heart. The mingled feelings of awe and gladness, of humility and hope, of contrition and gratitude, pervaded his soul. "Surely," said he, "this is none other than the house of God and the gate of heaven.” During the service, he summoned all his energies to "remember Christ," the absent and yet present One. He went from the cradle to the tomb, and from the tomb to the Mount of Ascension; and from thence to the throne of the Majesty in the heavens. But chiefly did he gather into a sacred group all the last words and deeds of his crucified Saviour. The council of the High Priest and Elders of Israel—the hall of Pilate—the Garden of Gethsemane-the Cross-the words spoken to the penitent by his side-to the daughters of Jerusalem weeping afar off-to John the beloved disciple-to

Mary his mother-and the "Elohim, Elohim," as his drooping head fell on his breast, and he cried, "It is finished!"

No room was there now for any other thoughts"Hence, ye profane !" said all these sacred memories, and so said his full heart.

He repeated in silence to himself these beautiful words, and his lips trembled with emotion as the deacons handed the elements to their brethren.

"When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

"Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the death of Christ my Lord;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to thy blood.

"See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

"Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small
Love so amazing-so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all."

Phoebe had been received into the church; all had become acquainted with her. She was loved on account of Frank, who had brought her to the knowledge of the truth; but now much more when they saw her meek piety and uniform Christian walk. Though poor and dependent, she was rich in faith; and as the congregation was small and knew each other, and valued Christian character above all other considerations, they could not fail to see that they had in her a disciple "in whom there was no guile," and they cherished and encouraged her as one of the tender nurslings of the flock. It was this close relationship and intimate communion that gave such richness and sweetness to their "feasts of love." None were disposed to go elsewhere on the Lord's day, and all felt themselves to be happy and honored in being associated together as a family of Christ.