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II.-TO THE LAKE~CAPERNAUM AGAIN. Jesus on the water--(Matt. xiv. 22, 23; Mark vi. 45-47;

John vi. 14-17.) Peter saved.-(Matt. xiv. 24-33 ; Mark vi. 48-52; John

vi. 18-21.) The men of Gennesaret seeking Jesus.-(Matt. xiv. 34-36;

Mark vi. 53-56; John vi. 22-24.)

III.—DISCOURSE TO THE CAPERNAUM MULTITUDE. The Bread of Life-Jesus coming into the world-Be

lieving on Him.—(John vi. 25-40.) Eating of the Bread of Life—The Jews' question—Jesus

the food of the soul.-(John vi. 41-58.) Impressions from Jesus' teaching.(John vi. 59-71.)


CAPERNAUM TO SAREPTA. Complaints of the Pharisees-Christ's rebuke.—(Matt.

xv. 1-9; Mark vii. 1-13.) His Parable—The heart in its mystery and pollutions.

(Matt. xv. 10-20; Mark vii. 14-23.) The Syro-Phenician woman's daughter healed.—(Matt.

xv. 21-28 ; Mark vii. 24-30.)



FROM India the news continues to be very sad. Delhi continues in the hands of the mutineers, and the prospects of its immediate reduction appear but slight. Large numbers of English troops are being sent out, and those already there are acting with the utmost bravery, but at present the numbers of the enemy are so overwhelming as to render the contest a very unequal one. General Havelock, a Christian soldier, and son-in-law of the late well-known missionary, Dr. Marshman, has been marching towards Lucknow at the head of a small body of troops, and has been victorious in every battle. He met with a temporary reverse, not from the natives, but from sickness, which produced great havoc in the ranks of his exhausted troops. The Madras army has shewn no symptoms of disaffection, but in Bombay two attempts at mutiny have taken place, both of which were immediately quelled. Large subscriptions are being raised for the relief of the sufferers, towards which the Queen, the Emperor of the French, and the Sultan have each contributed £1000.


In this mission of our Church, great energy has been manifested during the past year. No fewer than twentyfour appointments have been made, connected with its field. But this widening of operations has incurred an expenditure over income of £700. Hence the urgent necessity for an increase of support throughout the Church. The young can help in this object as well as the grown up. And if every contribution in money be wrapped up in prayer, remember Christ in His own cause will make it an hundred-fold.


Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord,

To Thee I lift mine eyes,
Teach and instruct me by Thy Word,
And make me truly wise.

Make me to know and understand

Thy whole revealed will;
Fain would I learn to comprehend

Thy love more clearly still.

Oh, may Thy Word my thoughts engage

In each perplexing case !
Help me to feed on every page

And grow in every grace.

Oh, let it purify my heart,

And guide me all my days!
Thy wonders, Lord, to me impart,

And Thou shalt have the praise.


ITTLE READERS,—You know that, when we are

near the close of the year, it is said to be adying,
It has a swift decay ;-winter makes it drear, and

old, and desolate, like coming death. The year that began not quite twelve months ago has passed through the tender buds of spring, the fair blossoms of summer, and the ripe golden fruits of autumn, and is now pictured under such an emblematic guise as you see at the top of this page,-an old man, with sweeping beard, worn-out frame, his hand reposing on the open book that reads past and future, and his face in the attitude that tells the end is nigh.

When you think of it in one way it is well named a dying year. A brief compass certainly is that of twelve months; but how full of change-how full of dying! In that space the seed sown in spring has shot up, stood in fields of waving grain, and been cut down and gathered away. The leaves in the wood have flourished in thick


Dec. 1, 1857.

shade and then changed into mellow hues, and in the whirling winds been stripped from their branches. The fair summer sunshine that came and went upon the hills has also changed into cold feebleness and perished. Light itself, in some dark December days, almost dies. So, from field, forest, hill, and sky, all that the year came laden with seems, as winter goes on, literally to die. And we look at the wasteness of the earth, and i he bleakness of the heavens, and think how sad is the dying year.

Other things, too, far more solemn, mark the change. Ships freighted full, and that sailed the salt seas bravely when the year began-how many now lie wrecked and in nameless graves! Armies that went out to distant shores in the flush of pride and hope-how have their steps been marked with the bones of the fallen brave! Cities that have teemed with swarming populations and the rush and sound of life—how many of their thousands have they committed to dust! Families and friends that counted the full numbers of their circles—how many have been thinned away, and how few in loneliness of grief have been left! Death has been busy everywhere. Pilgrimages of threescore years and ten have closed. The pride of manhood has faded and died; and out of fair childhood also there have been taken the tenants of many green graves. Scenes of gladness have died into silence, words of stirring power have died,- thoughts of deep and fervid interest have waxed cold and died,-love has died, -sorrows have slowly died,-hope has died,-hearts of great nobleness under discouragements and griefs have died !

We may well, then, call a year that in its course has witnessed so many deaths, now in its own lingering close, a dying year. Yet when we think of it more closely, all these deaths have more or less been births also. The winter puts over the earth its veil of darkness, but only to hide for a while, till that fades away into a new spring, with its veil of light. The old year, with its changes and chances done, gives place to a new year with its fresh work, its better prospects, its truer efforts. The year now ending does not die into utter silence and darkness—the ending is but a beginning again-it is but a passage into new scenes, new hopes, new inheritance. So the face of earth and sky God renews in spring. Words, and deeds, and events that seem to us to have died even out of memory, will rise in fruit again. Not one, for good or evil, has been lost. And the dead we have followed to the grave, or of whose loss far away we have heard — these, too, have their resurrection. In short, the year is nigh done, but nothing of it has really perished, or can ever perish. As it has been a time of sowing, we must also have a time of reaping-a time of dying, we must also have a time when it shall all again stand up in life. Dear little readers, to each year, each day, each word, each thought, each life, there is in reality no death. In the light of Christ's face all must re-appear. Think of this - and think of it solemnly and hopefully. Out of Christ all is wrong and dark, and it will revive again only in the end to die a death we know nothing of yet on earth. In Christ you need never fear, nor can you in any sense of loss or sorrow die. The year may in many ways be very sad in its decline and close, but in Christ its happiness and noble fruits are never lost. He becomes to you the treasure-house of this and many years; you may store all you love, and cherish, and delight in-you may store all up in Him-you may store your life and souls in Him. You need never sorrow-Ile will keep all you commit to Him safe. And if thus to you to live it be Christ-then for anything, for all years, and all on earth, and your own selves to die, will be gain.

W. R.

"FOUND AFTER MANY DAYS." The following interesting incident is related by D’Aubigné. “We have just lost,” said he, “one of the most illustrious men of France, Adolphe Monod,” whose ministry in the Protestant Church of Paris was as glorious and powerful in death, as it was glorious and powerful in life. The Christian friends who visited Paris for the April meetings never left the city satisfied, unless they had heard Adolphe Monod preach. For two years this servant of the Lord lingered on the banks of Jordan, seldom able to leave his room, and scarcely his bed. Notwithstanding intense pain and physical distress, every Lord’s day he assembled forty persons round that bed to the last, as many as his room would hold, and who, “having learned how to live, were there taught how to die.” He entered into “rest” on the 6th of April 1856, and on his tomb, in Père la Chaise, is now sculptured an open Bible, the true treasure for France.

M. Monod, being once in one of the provinces, saw a soldier, alone, reading and thought, “I will speak to him of his soul and its salvation.” He did so, and afterwards desired him to take a note to the Protestant minister of

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