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TEMPERANCE. At the Exeter Hall meeting, Dr. to throw the guard of abstinence Gourley, of Madeley, said, I never around our moral character, and drank a glass of wine or spirits in our spiritual interest." my life; I never drank a pint of ale “How many teetotalers have you at one sitting; I have never been on board ?” asked the missionary one hour ill, and I have a constitu- on entering a collier vessel. “Here tion capable of bearing as much fa- are seven out of thirteen,” answered tigue as any man. The human body one of the men ; and we can do is the most complicated piece of our work better now than when we machinery of any animal on the face used intoxicating drinks." of the earth. It requires nourish- If we appeal to the judges of the ment when exhausted, and rest when land, they tell us that nine-tenths fatigued. Give it these, and you of all the criminals brought before give it fair play ; reverse this order them, are brought before them in of nature, and you do not give it consequence of the use of intoxifair play. The injurious properties cating beverages. of intoxicating liquors are of several CORNWALL.-A great many of kinds. The first is that of stimula- our farmers have their entire harvest tion. Alcoholic drinks stimulate the and other work done without a drop system, and so make the powers of of liquor. They have introduced an life go faster than they otherwise excellent system, that of giving the would do; and upon this simple harvest labourers, at eleven o'clock, principle they bring old age and a luncheon of bread and beef, which death. The faster the clock goes, answers remarkably well, both pleasthe sooner it runs down; and, ing and helping the harvest people. upon the same principle, stimulation GERMANY. --The cause of temshortens life. The effect of this sti- perance in Germany has made in mulation may be easily calculated. the last few years very considerable The pulse of a child when born, progress ; indeed, its late successes beats 140 in a minute, and if a per- have far exceeded the expectations son lives to four-score, the pulse of its warmest friends. It appears, lessens to perhaps about 40 a minute. from statements made by the variOver stimulation will increase the ous societies, that there are not less number of pulsations, and thus the than 800 associations, with about system will soon be worn out; one million pledged members. sooner than would follow in the

SOUTH AMERICA. -- In British course of nature. But there is ano- Guiana, including Berbice, Demether consideration : supposing there rara, and Essequibo, there are nearly is a latent disease in the constitution, ten thousand consistent total ab. this extraordinary stimulus, this un- stainers—the work of but a few years. usual, unnatural stimulus will find ENGLISHMEN AND DRINK.out, and work it out, and in that De Foe says, there is nothing more way destroy the system.

frequent than for an Englishman to The Wesleyan Methodist Ma- work till he has got his pockets full gazine,” for 1836, (pp. 905—6,) de- of money, and then to go and be clared: “It is our settled conviction, idle, or perhaps drink till it is all that more of our ministers and mem- gone. From thence comes poverty, bers have been degraded by the sin parish charges, and beggary. -of intemperance than by any other. Without all peradventure, water We verily believe that this single was the primitive, original beverage, vice is destroying more souls than as it is the only simple fluid (for there all the ministers in Britain are in- are but three more in nature, merstrumental in saving. The man

cury, light, and air, none of which is fit who trifles with strong drink may for human drink) fitted for diluting, be overcome; whereas, he who ab

moistening, and cooling ; the ends of stains cannot. It cannot be unwise drink appointed by nature.--Cheyne. itself to be governed by that rule, to O labour for this union; when the

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MEDITATIONS FOR SEPTEMBER. "We are members of his body.”- Thy will be done.”—LUKE xi. 2. Eph. V. 30.

If God his will reveal,
Fill me with all the life of love;

Let us obey his call;
In mystic union join

And think, whate'er the flesh may Me to thyself, and let me prove

feel,
The fellowship divine.

His love deserves our all.
Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and thee,

This is the strongest and most Never to be broke off again binding reason that can be used to a To all eternity.

Christian mind, which hath resigned

have “ the will of Godfor its law. soul is once united to Him, then it

Whatsoever is required of it upon hath communion with him—in his life, in his death, in his resurrection,

that warrant, it cannot refuse. Alin his intercession, in his graces, and

though it cross a man's own humour,

or his private interest, yet if his comforts, and all.–Nalton.

heart be subjected to the will of God, he will not stand with him in any.

thing. One word from God, I "They, going about to establish

will have it so," silences all, and their own righteousness, have not

carries it against all opposition.submitted themselves unto the

Leighton. righteousness of God.”-ROMANS x. 3. Man's wisdom is to seek

“ Blessed are the dead which die in His strength in God alone;

the Lord.”—Rev. xiv. 13. And even an angel would be weak Who trusted in his own.

They die in Jesus and are blest

How calm their slumbers are ! We shall soon be in a world of

From sufferings and from foes respirits : not hearing of eternity, but

leased, in it; not thinking of a judgment- And freed from every snare. seat, but trembling before it; not saying, “Is there a God?" but see- In death nothing dieth of thee but ing him; not musing about heaven what thou mayest well spare—thy or hell, butstanding on their borders, sin and sorrow. When the house is within a step of their pains or joys, pulled to pieces, all those ivy roots with only a moment between us in the wall shall be destroyed. The and an everlasting home. No self- egg-shell must be broken that the righteous hope can stand in such an little chick may slip out. The body hour as this. It may have rooted must be dissolved, that thy soul may itself very deeply in the mind; we be delivered ; yet thy body doth not may have carried it about with us die, but sleep in the grave till the all our life long; it may have stood morning of the resurrection. The firm against many a sermon, many outward apparel shall not be utterly a providence; it may have triumphed consumed by the moth of time, but over the plainest declarations of the locked up safe, as in a chest, to Bible, and borne unmoved the shock be newly trimmed, and gloriously of death; but take it into eternity adorned above the sun in his greatest -bring it among the realities of that lustre, and put on again, when thou unseen world--say where is it? It shalt awake in the morning, never, is gone-one moment has turned it

never to be put off more.-Bishop into immoveable despair.-Bradley. Hall.

FOSTER, PRINTER, KIRKBY LONSDALE.

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THERE was a pious mother, and she had a careless ungodly son; indeed he was more than ungodly; for he tried to believe there was no God: he rejected a Saviour, and neglected all offers of salvation. From a babe this mother watched him, longing to see grace budding from his infant mind; but no: she watched in vain. During childhood this mother watched him: she waited to see his young heart given up to a heavenly Shepherd; but no: she watched in vain. Soon he stepped out of childhood into youth; and it was thought necessary for him to go from home to pursue his education. He left his mother's house to go into a stranger’s: but he went loaded with a mother's pious lessons, and accompanied with a mother's earnest prayers. At his new home, he soon forgot the godly advice of his precious mother, and learnt to neglect and despise his Bible. All this mother could now do, was to pray. The throne of grace was her comfort; and many a tear and many a prayer followed her loved boy to his new dwelling

At last the time for his return home arrived. He came home-back again to his parental roof—a fine-looking, welleducated young gentleman, but a confirmed infidel. He could not hide from his penetrating mother his views on religion. She trembled at the discovery. Both mother and son mingled their tears: they wept together. But, while the mother wept to see her boy in danger, the son wept from pity; for he thought his mother weak and foolish to take his new sentiments so much to heart.

Months passed on. It is useless here to say how his days were spent in worldliness and gaiety. His society was enjoyed by many; and the injury his infidelity did can never in this world be unfolded. He was, nevertheless, an affectionate son and an amiable man, beloved and caressed by all who knew him. His mother rejoiced at having so sweet a disposition in her child; but she could not but weep that his heart was all wrong. This one thought embittered all her joy: her son scornfully rejected her blessed Saviour. She rose at mid

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night, shed many tears, and breathed many prayers for the conversion of her ungodly child. The light of the day, and the darkness of the night, both were witnesses to her earnest, anxious prayers.

She watched her son in youth, and panted for his conversion; but no: she thought her prayers would never be answered. After a little time, the son married, and settled in a house of his own, but near the residence of his mother.

One day, when he was rather more thoughtful than usual, he was walking around a pond in his grounds, and his eye happened to fall on a leaf of paper near the edge of the water; he carelessly picked it up, and in a few steps further he picked up two or three more. He now had in his hands a complete tract, which perhaps the winds of heaven had blown to the spot. Having arranged the separate leaves as he walked, he read. The little thing spoke of God, it spoke of the Bible, it spoke of eternity. He read it again, and strange feelings awoke in his bosom. When he got home, he read the tract again. He stopped and thought. He deeply thought: "If this be all true, what?” His thoughts were too awful to dwell on: he rose, and walked up and down the floor. Now, for the first time in his life, he felt an anxious desire to look into a Bible. But, though he had a beautiful library, that precious Book was not there to be found. The pocket Bible which he used to call "his own,” when a boy, was in his mother's book

His mother had often urged him to take it home, but no: he had no use for such books.

I will send,” said he, quite aloud, "and borrow one." But no: he thought that would expose his weakness. He then began to feel vexed he should care at all for the tract

, and tried to put away all thought about it. But no: this would not do. He could not help thinking. He thought again. “Yes,” said he, “I will have a Bible.” He recollected the pocket Bible at his mother's. He thought, too, he could get slyly at this Bible, without any one knowing. He stepped over to his mother's house. His unhappy mind soon shewed itself in his countenance, and his mother tenderly questioned him as to his health, whether he was not poorly. He said he was well; but the mother was not satisfied. The son glanced several times up to the book-case, where stood his pocket Bible. The mother saw his glances, and thought to herself: “Can it be possible ? Has the Spirit found my lost child? Have my prayers been answered ?"** Like Joseph, she

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left the room to weep. She knew that once her son had refused to have a Bible in his house. After giving vent to her tears--the tears of hope and fear-and after having poured out her soul before God, she became composed. Again, like Joseph, she entered the room, her son was gone; she sprang toward the book-case, the pocket Bible was gone.

Reader, that mother had the joy of seeing her prayers answered her son was converted; and she had the joy of seeing him working for his Saviour, instead of scattering the poison of infidelity.

I wish to take this opportunity of saying a few words to those who have the charge of children.

Mothers, I ask you: Do you labour after your children's souls? If the walls of your cottages could speak, would they tell us of your sighs, your tears, and your earnest prayers, offered up on the behalf of your little ones?

Have I a poor broken-hearted mother reading this who is downcast at having rebellious children? Have you a worldly, profligate, ungodly son; and does he often make your heart ache? Or is the daughter over whom you have anxiously watched growing giddy, gay, dressy, and thoughtless? O! do you often say to yourself: "It is painful to see my children going headlong to hell"? Poor distressed parent, look back at our story. Follow the example of this praying mother, and as assuredly shall your prayers be answered.

And have I a mother reading this who does not pray for her children? One who has brought never-dying souls into the world, and cares not for their safety in another world? Poor blind mother! you can work hard for you

children's bodies, but what are you doing for their souls 2 The soul is worth more than the body, and deserves more care and labour.

Do you stare at the “praying mother’s” anxiety in my story? O! she asks you: “Where is your anxiety? where are your tears? where are your prayers after your children?” Look at that unsteady young man, who is so much talked about by the neighbours—whose son is he? He is your son. Perhaps, careless mother, if you began to pray for him, he might become converted. And that giddy, foolish girl, who leaves her cottage roof, and wastes her leisure hours in strolls in the lanes and fields, with ungodly company–whose daughter is she? Ah! she is your daughter; and you have never given it a thought to pray for her, that God would keep her from evil. Perhaps, careless mother, your prayers

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