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him also as the aid of all that need. Oh, what strength to our failing hearts that expression bore! The Helper of all that flee to him for succour. Yes!" he that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." Yes! in this perilous time we set to our seal that God is true. life of them that believe;"-we looked at the dying infant-and "the resurrection of the dead." We claimed for him every promise, and asking had, and seeking found,-and knocked at the gate and it was opened to us. The merciful Jesus, the Friend of the little children, waited to receive him; and we laid him in his kind Saviour's arms, and so he fell asleep. Oh! it was a moment of peace in a time of exceeding trouble -a gleam of hope in the midst of despair. What shall we ask more? If the ordinances of a church are so calculated to give consolation at such a period, destroy her not, for a blessing is in her. "God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God shall help her, and that right early." Those who have not tried what peace can be obtained in her gentle ministrations are not competent judges; those who have will speak of her with grateful children's earnest affection,

and must and will cling to her the more closely the harder the storm blows. Our hearts were softened and yet strengthened as we set off on our perilous walk home. We had been holding high communion, and his mighty presence was with us and shone around us; and though we had spent all the preceding night in fear and watching, and knew that the next must be so spent also, we forgot all sense of weariness in a feeling of his upholding mercy. It was a remarkable and pleasant occurrence in my life, and the remembrance of it a twelvemonth after so forcibly recurred to my mind, as thus to arrange itself in verse.

There was a sound of war without,
A raging world's mad din ;

Strange contrast to that angry shout

The holy calm within.

There was a tramp of hurrying feet,
Voices of guilt and dread;

And flaring up the startled street,

Wild fires were blazing red.

And guilt, and terror, and dismay,
On each dark brow were seen :
Why came we in that troubled day
Forth to such fearful scene?

Hush! enter yonder humble gate;
Shut out these sounds of fear;
Still noble in thy Master's state,
Young pastor enter here.

And noble in thy Master's might,
Through good report and ill,
Through all that strange eventful night
Bear on, unfearing still.

See, weary with the world's alarms,
Yon infant pines for rest;
Come, bear him in thy gentle arms
To his kind Saviour's breast.

For he has look'd a little space

On this world's strife and woe;
He faints to see his Father's face ;-
Bid the young pilgrim go.

With softened voice of earnest prayer,

Be the kind blessing given;

The frighten'd dove seeks purer air,
Oh let it fly to heaven.

December 3, 1833.

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER.*

"Yet is He near us to survey

These bright and ordered files
Like spring flowers in their best array,
All silence and all smiles."

KEBLE.

PERHAPS, Sir, since you have admitted several letters on the subject of Sunday school teaching into the pages of your valuable magazine, a memorial of a sincere friend to Sunday schools, a teacher in one for a large period of his short life, and as a most judicious, so a very successful teacher-will not be unacceptable to you.

The son of a tradesman and himself engaged in trade, Lewis H— had not possessed the wide advantages of a refined education; but quick perception, sterling good sense, and strong

* This paper and some of the others were originally written for the British Magazine.

affections, were gifts with which nature had supplied him, and to which she had added pleasing manners, a fine person, and most elastic spirits. At a very early period it pleased God in his mercy to awaken him to a feeling of his state by nature as a lost sinner, and to bid him rejoice in the mighty power of Christ to save, by means of the truth as it is declared in our own apostolical church. Lewis was a churchman of the Reformers' day, not only baptised at her font, and confirmed at her altar, and living in her communion; but with earnest prayer desiring in his "vocation and ministry"* to fulfil the charge committed to him; to let his light shine before men; to prove how useful a layman-and a layman too constantly engaged in businesscan be to the true interests of that church, which God in his great mercy to our land once established. Oh precious vine! how can we look upon thee now and not mourn! "Thou hast broken down her hedge; all they that go by pluck off her grapes: the wild boar out of the wood doth root it up; the wild beasts of the field devour it. Turn again, O Lord of hosts, look

* See the second Collect for Good Friday.