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looked toward her mother, smiling with inward joy, and said, "Happy! happy! Good-bye, mother!"

Lingering longer than was expected, and hearing those around her bed talk of her eyes being fixed, she said, "Though unable to converse, my feelings are too delightful for expression; it seems that angels are carrying me gently upward-so gently, that I do not like to linger." She then added, "Mother, feel my pulse; is it not more feeble? How long the spirit is in ing flight from this form of clay!" Thus she died in early youth, yet mature in holy experience. And the light of God's countenance seemed to rest upon the inanimate clay; for there was a loveliness upon the pale features, which, to every believing heart, transformed the " King of Terrors" into "an angel of light," and awakened "Such death be mine!" prayer, That she was instrumental in the conversion of members of the Bibleclass to which she belonged we have good evidence; and the subduing influence of her admonitions and sustaining, triumphant faith, still lingers in many hearts, which we can but hope will, by this providence, be prepared with her to lift "the song of Moses and the Lamb."

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CHOOSING A WIFE.

pockets. You have something to live for, to hope for, to work for, to love

for!

Your early struggles with the crosses of this cross world will only bind you the closer to your young, ardent and loving wife; and then those long, cold, cosy winter evenings,-how delightful to sit by your humble hearth, after the toils of the day are over, conjuring up bright visions of the future, occasionally looking down to catch a look from a pair of dark, loving, symtak-pathising eyes, that fairly dissolve your heart in one sweet, gushing, trembling stream of tenderness, affection, pure devotion, and bright, joyous and undying love! Never marry a girl without having some faint idea of her temper and disposition. It is possible you have been visiting her nightly for a twelvemonth; but still you do not know her. Remember, every time you pay her a visit you put on, not only your best clothes, but your best looks; and you may take our word for it, that on all such occasions she is in the same predicament. Depend upon it, if your wife possessed all the riches of the Indies-if she were the mistress of every known and unknown accomplishment-if she had the voice of a syren and the grace of a sylph-if she were as beautiful as the morning, and shone with the glittering brightness of the constellated firmament of night-if she were mistress of all these natural and acquired gifts, with the encumbrances of a bad temper and unamiable disposition, you may rest assured that your wedded days would be days of vexation, anguish, and sorrow. A correct estimate of your "intended's" character, it is quite likely, may be formed by ascertaining the character of her parents; for you may set it down as one of those fixed rules which should be received on credit, without the painful test of experience, that the children of low and disreputable parents seldom make good wives or good husbands. In conclusion, if you can find a girl that possesses all the qualities which we have described, and who is free from the imperfections which we have hinted at, and who crowns all by the fear of God, you may take her gentle hand, and murmur your long concealed hopes and wishes in her listening ears.

NEVER marry a woman merely because she has a handsome face or a wellturned figure; for we soon become insensible to angelic forms and faces. If her countenance has life and intelligence-if her figure is passable-if her walk and carriage are modest and ladylike-and if her whole appearance indicates she has mind, heart, and soul, why she is worth all the simpering, mincing, flirting, affected misses that ever brought good looks as their only marriage dower. If the fair one you are addressing is rich in houses, lots, farms, bank-stock, or railway shares, her worldly gear should not prove an insurmountable objection; but if she is poor, like yourself, so much the better. There is nothing like a young couple starting in life with fond hearts, clear heads, easy consciences, and empty

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rights rather than dispute with their associates about them. This difference is owing, I suppose, to the circumstances that some boys have been better taught, and had more good example than others, and that some are more disposed to resist their natural dispositions -which are always slothful and selfish

tears start to her eyes, and colour to
her cheeks, and she hides her face on
her beating breast, you may be sure
you have wooed and won a girl that
you will always love-always be proud
of. In adversity or prosperity-in
sickness or in health-hated or caressed
-avoided or sought after-friendles
or idolized-in the bloom of manhood.than others.
or bent by accumulated and accumu-
lating years--she will ever prove to
you a true, fond, faithful, loving wife.
Her sweet voice will be the music of
your life, and her sweeter smile the
sunlight of your soul.

LETTER TO A SON ON MAN-
LINESS.

Which of these classes, my son, do you like best? I am sure you do not esteem a boy who, when his parents tell him to run a long errand, looks sour, whines, makes objections, and asks to have his brother set at it; you prefer the boy that does what he is bid with a pleasant face, and in the best way he can. Neither, I am confident, do you love boys who are in the habit of quarrelling with their little brothers and sisters about their playthings, or other articles of small value. Do you not think such conduct to be babyish, and unworthy of imitation? Would it

MY DEAR GEORGE,-This term means acting like a man. It is a trait in a youth's character easily discovered, and always admired, by sensible people, although not so easy to describe as some others. Washington and Jack-not be much prettier in them to lose son showed a manly disposition at the age of fifteen; the former, by refusing to enter the British navy as a midshipman, out of respect for his mother's wishes, although he desired, and was urged to go by a relative who was an officer in that navy; the latter, by refusing to black the boots of a British officer, at the risk of blows. We read also of an Irish boy, who, to save the life of his father from destruction by a shark, jumped into the sea, thereby saving the parent, but losing his own life.

It is not expected that boys will be as grave or wise as men, or pursue the callings of grown people. The adage is true, “Old heads cannot be placed on young shoulders." They should, however, imitate them, by shunning vulgar conversation and mean actions, by politeness to all, by being courageous in danger, and patient in suffering. I have observed a great difference in lads in this particular Some are slouches in appearance, coarse in language, cry for every littie hardship, and quarrel on the most trifling occasions. Others are gentlemanly in their manners, obedient to undertake whatever tasks their parents or other superiors place upon them, and disposed to give up their

such articles rather than get them by conduct that makes so much trouble in families, and excites so much bad feeling? I believe, also, that you will agree with me in the opinion, that a lad who uses vulgar language in the presence of females, (whether young or old,) or insults his God by taking his name in vain, has no claim to the character I have been describing, or to the respect and acquaintance of virtuous boys.

I trust, therefore, that you will, by the help of God-without whose aid all our resolutions are like ropes of sandendeavour to form manly habits. They will tend to make you beloved now, and afford a promise of something noble in your future character. In so doing you will, in some degree, obey the precepts of the Bible, which require you to "do all things without murmurings and disputings," to "be patient in tribulation," and to "obey those that have the rule over you."

YOUNG MEN WARNED. SIR,-I send you the following affecting case, which I have met with in the prosecution of my duties as a Congregational Missionary, without any comment, in hope (should you think it fit

to appear in your valuable Magazine,) it may prove a warning to young men to shun those places which led this young man to ruin and death.

I was requested by a member of the church of which I am one of the Missionaries, to visit a Mrs.. She informed me she was a widow, whose husband had committed the awful crime of suicide; but little did I expect I should find he had been a scholar in W-street Sabbath-school, when I was a teacher there; and that I should read, at my visit, from the Bible he received from the school in the year 1835. The particulars of the case which, to prevent misrepresentation or mistake, I have well investigated, are as follow: and they afford an awful proof of the destructive character of those amusements and plays which, I believe, are sanctioned by law among

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was doing wrong, and promised amendment, he still continued, and things got worse, till at last she discovered he was in the habit of visiting the concertroom, and the bagatelle-table. This alarmed her still more; and she begged him, with much entreaty, to break off his habits, for his salary could not support such expensive practices, and he must get money somewhere, and the end must be ruin to them all! Her entreaty had no effect on him; he continued his course, till at length his employer discovered he had been embezzling small sums of money at different times till it amounted to something considerable; and as he had been in his service so long, he instantly discharged instead of prosecuting him. He returned home about noon; but as they were to remove that day to other apartments, his wife was not surprised at seeing him, but remarked he looked very pale and flurried in his manner; but he said, in answer to her inquiries, he was not ill; he was a little poorlyhe should soon be better, &c., but continued to manifest a very unsettled state of mind: at length he came into the room, kissed his wife and children,

He was clerk to a notary in the city, where he had been from a lad, giving great satisfaction to his employer. He married young, and went on for several years very steadily, occasionally attending public worship, and using a form of prayer in his family, till about six months ago, when he began to be irre--said he was going down, but should gular in coming home to dine, which he had always done before, alleging as the cause of his doing so, that they were 80 busy at the office that he was obliged to dine at a public-house to save time. He now cast off the form of religion, and began to be late in returning home at night, and sometimes had evidently been drinking; and at length often came home quite intoxicated. This aroused the fears of his wife, who remonstrated with him on his conduct, and urged him to forsake his evil course before he brought himself and family to ruin; but though he acknowledged he

soon be up again. The wife thought nothing of it at the time; but he not returning so soon as expected, she became alarmed, and search was made for him, when he was found hanging dead, in an outhouse on the premises where they lived, leaving a wife and two children quite destitute, and his wife near being confined again.

I read the Scriptures, and made such remarks as I thought suitable, and prayed with the disconsolate widow; but it was the most painful case I have met with in all my missionary duties. J. HOYLES.

The Fragment Basket.

A HEATHEN FAMILY.-That family | have for the souls of his children, who where there is no religious instruction, where there is no family prayer, where the blessing of God is not sought upon its members, is a family trained up in heathenism. What love can a parent

will not teach them that there is a God, that they are sinners, that there is a heaven and a hell, that there is a Saviour, Jesus Christ, who died for their sins-who does not persuade them

to flee to Christ, escape from hell, and | fond of playing at chess; and those of receive an everlasting home in heaven? them who are industrious, as were seveDoes this line reach the eye of a father or mother who has never prayed for the salvation of their child? What more have you done for your child than a heathen parent? If that child should be lost because of your neglect, will not God require its blood at your hand?

HIGH LIFE IN BORNEO.-It is difficult to conceive how the women of the upper class pass their time, confined in the harems of the great. The apart ments allotted to them are small and dark, and each wife or concubine has a number of slaves of her own, with whom the other wives do not interfere; their cookery, and all their proceedings, appear to be carried on entirely independent of each other. The indolent enervated persons, who now form the principal part of the nobles of Bruni and Sambas, confine themselves to the apartments of the women during the whole of the day; what little business they transact being done about ten or eleven at night, which is to them what the day is to other people. They are

ral of the murdered panngerans, em-
ployed themselves in the manufacture
of krises, and the carving and polishing
of their beautiful sheaths and handles:
in this work they excelled all their
subjects. The education of the exist-
ing nobles of Bruni has been much
neglected; and the greater part of the
young nobles, with the sultan at their
head, can neither read nor write.
such a state of things the middle classes
of Sarawak would, as has been already
observed, be ashamed.

Of

VALLEY OF THE MISSISSIPPI.-In the ten States and two territories on the Mississippi, Baptists now number one-fourth of the communicants in evangelical churches. They have now more than 4,000 organized churches, and 225,000 communicants, with only 2,535 preachers (ordained and licensed). More than 1,000 churches are now wanting pastors, many of which would support them, in whole or in part, could they obtain men well qualified for the station.-Baptist Memorial.

PICTURES OF MEMORY.

BY MISS ALICE CAREY.

AMONG the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
Is one of a dim old forest,

That seemeth the best of all.
Not for its gnarl'd oaks olden,
Dark with the mistletoe;
Not for the violets golden,

That sprinkle the vale below;
Not for the milk-white lilies,

Poetry.

That lean from the fragrant hedge, Coquetting all day with the sunbeams,

And stealing their golden edge; Not for the vines on the upland

Where the bright red berries rest, Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip,

It seemeth to me the best.

I once had a little brother

With eyes that were dark and deep

In the lap of that old dim forest
He lieth in peace asleep.
Light as the down of the thistle,

Free as the winds that blow,
We roved there, the beautiful summers,
The summers of long ago.
But his feet on the hills grew weary,
And, one of the autumn eves,
I made for my little brother
A bed of the yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded

My neck in a meek embrace,
As the light of immortal beauty

Silently covered his face.
And when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-like beauty,

Asleep by the gates of light.
Therefore, of all the pictures

That hang on Memory's wall,
The one of the dim old forest
Seemeth the best of all.

CONSOLATION IN TEARS.

How comes it that you look so sad,
When everything seems gay?
One sees it in your tearful eyes,
You've surely wept to-day.

"And though indeed I've wept alone,
I cannot tell my grief;
But tears I know do sweetly flow,
To give my heart relief."

Dear faithful friends are round you

now;

O come and trust our heart; And whatsoever thou hast lost, To us the loss impart.

"O no, 't is nothing I have lost,

That makes me feel so sad; 'T is only-but I need not tell,

For I shall soon be glad."

Then rise up quick, and hope and smile, Nor be a youth in vain :

In years like thine one has the strength And spirit too, to gain.

"No, no, 't is vain, I cannot hope;

'T is distant quite too far: It dwells as high, it shines as fair, As yonder evening star."

The stars, we never wish for them,

Though we enjoy their light, And fill'd with rapture we look up In every quiet night.

"And fill'd with rapture I look up, In many a lovely day;

Then leave me through the nights to weep

As long as weep I may."

LINES ON HEARING THE TICK-
ING OF A CLOCK.

THE ticking of yon clock declares
My span of life is wasting,
And tells me, to the "narrow house,"
The gloomy grave I'm hasting!

And does not, then, this truth demand
I put in requisition

My reasoning powers, to ponder much And well on my condition?

Sweet solace books, indeed, afford;
For I have found them often,
When press'd by sorrow and by care,
That care and sorrow soften;

Yet books, in which I so delight,
Shall these allow me never
To muse upon another world,

Where I must dwell for ever?
Shall poetry, which has throughout

Life's journey given me pleasure,
Me so absorb, to make me quite

Forget in Heaven my treasure?
Suppose I were for song renown'd
As Virgil, when a nation-
A hundred thousand Romans-rose
To pay him salutation;

Or if I Homer's muse possess'd,

And gain'd th' applause and greeting
Of all mankind-yet still how vain
My fame would be, and fleeting!
Then, as my span of life, I know,
So rapidly is wasting,

I'll pray for grace to fit me for
The world to which I'm hasting!
R. J. THORN.

The Children's Gallery.

PUTTING AWAY CHILDISH
THINGS.

A Mother's Letter to her Daughter. THOUGH your late determination, my Ann, to lay aside the innocent amusements of your childhood, is in itself a trifling circumstance, yet I am not disposed to let it escape unnoticed. I have seen you, my dear girl, sitting surrounded by your little family, with an interest which only a parent can feel.

You fancied yourself a parent, but you were without a parent's cares; you had not to provide food for your household, neither were you anxious for their safety during your absence; where you left them, there you found them; neither mischievous habits nor untoward tempers vexed your spirit; nor were you concerned for their future prospects; you thought not of your own beyond to-day, much less of those of your family.

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