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pray to be forgiven for not being able to follow them. Now I can own with all my heart the mercy that would not grant my blind wish for death. My treasure was indeed in heaven, but oh! it was not the treasure that was meant. I was forgetting my mother, and so selfish and untamed was I, that I was almost forgetting my poor babies! Yes, tell her this, Beatrice, and tell her that, if duties and happiness sprung up all around me, forlorn and desolate as I thought myself, so much the more will they for her; and 'at evening time there shall be light.' Tell her that I look to her for guiding and influencing Fred. She must never let a week pass without writing to him, and she must have the honoured office of waiting on the old age of her grandfather and grandmother. I think she will be a comfort to them; do not you? They are fond of her, and she seems to suit them."

"Yes, I have little doubt that she will be everything to them. I have especially noticed her ways with Mrs. Langford, they are so exactly what I have tried to teach Beatrice."

"Dear little busy Bee! I am glad she is coming; but in case I should not see her, give her her godmother's love, and tell her that she and Henrietta must be what their mammas have been to each other; and that I trust that after thirty-five years' friendship, they will still have as much comfort in one another as I have in you, my own dear Beatrice. I have written her name in one of these books," she added, after a short interval, touching some which were always close to her. "And Beatrice, one thing more I had to say," she proceeded, taking up a Bible, and finding out a place in it. "Geoffrey has always been a happy prosperous man, as he well deserves; but if ever trouble should come to him in his turn, then show him this." She pointed out the verse, Be as a father to the fatherless, and instead of a husband unto their mother; so shalt thou be as the son of the Most High, and He shall love thee more than thy mother doth.' "Show him that, and tell him it is his sister Mary's last blessing."

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COUNSELS FOR TEACHERS.

BY BISHOP DOANE.

I. THE Catechism, in explaining the Commandments, classes "teachers with "spiritual pastors and masters," and puts all under the protection of "the first commandment with promise." "Honour thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long in the land which the LORD thy GOD giveth thee." This is very significant. It shows that the teacher is in the place of a pa

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rent; that the office of a teacher is pastoral; that it has “ ceeding great and precious promises" for its encouragement; as in Daniel xii. 3, where the margin reads, They that be teachers, shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness, as the stars, for ever and ever." Let every teacher think of these things; and ever strive to realise the weight and tenderness of a relation, which combines the parent with the pastor. Parental interest, parental tenderness, parental patience; pastoral watchfulness, pastoral diligence, pastoral faithfulness.

II. Children are tender in their nature. It is the petulance and impatience of parents that hardens them; and teachers too often complete, by petulance, what parents have begun. A child is a tender thing.

III. It should always be presumed, with children, that they tell the truth. To suggest that they do not is to help them to a lie. They think that if it were so bad a thing, you never would presume it.

IV. From want of sympathy with children, much power with them is lost. You traverse a different plane from theirs, and

never meet.

V. That is well which is said of Agricola, by Tacitus, "Scire omnia, non noscere:" he saw everything, but did not let on. This is great in managing children.

VI. Teachers under-estimate their influence with children. In this way they commonly lose much of it. A child is instinctively disposed to look up to a teacher with great reverence. Inconsistencies weaken it; by unfaithfulness it is lost.

VII. Everything is great where there are children; a word, a gesture, a look all tell. As, in the homoeopathic practice, to wash the hands with scented soap, they say, will counteract the medicine.

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VIII. Nothing is more incumbent on teachers than perfect punctuality. To be late one minute, is to lose five. To lose a lesson, is to unsettle a week. Children are ready enough to run for luck." They count upon a teacher's failures; and turn them into claims. At the same time, none are so severe in their construction of uncertainty, in teachers, as those who take advantage of it. It is with children as with servants; none are such tasking masters.

IX. Manner is much with all, but most with teachers. Children live with them several years. They catch their ways. Postures, changes of countenance, tones of voice, minutest matters, are taken and transmitted; and go down, through generations. Teachers should think of these things. Carelessness in dress, carelessness in language, carelessness in position, carelessness in

carriage, are all noticed, often imitated, always ridiculed. Teachers should have no tricks.

X. There is great need of prayer for teachers. Parents should pray for them; they should pray for themselves, and for their scholars. That is well for them to do, which the son of Sirach says of physicians: "They shall also pray unto the LORD, that He would prosper that which they give for ease, and remedy to prolong life." When teachers lament small progress with the children, may it not be, as S. James saith, "Ye have not, because ye ask not?" Pastors and teachers, beyond all others, should be" instant in prayer."

XI. Few things are so important in life as a just estimate of the value of time. Everything in a course of education should promote its attainment. It will be learned or unlearned, practically, every day. If a teacher is in his place at the minute; if he has every scholar in his place; if he has all instruments and apparatus ready, down to the chalk, the pointer, and the blackboard-wiper; if he begins at once; if he goes steadily on, without interval or hesitation; if he excludes all other topics but the one before him; if he uses his time up to the last drop: such an one is teaching the true value of time, as no sermon can teach it.

XII. Gossip is the besetting sin of some good teachers. The thread of their association is slack-twisted. It is apropos to everything. Gossiping should be banished from every recitation-room.

XIII. Nothing can be more radically wrong in education than the attempt at false appearances. It rots the heart of children, and makes them chronic hypocrites; and it fails of its immediate end. The children know and tell it. The teacher who has crammed his scholars for an examination-assigning this proposition to one, and that passage in an author to another-is like the silly bird that hides its head, and thinks that it is not

seen.

XIV. In all good teaching, "multum, non multa,” is the rule; not many things, but much.

XV. Teachers must not lose courage at slow progress. The best things come little by little. "Gutta, non vi, sed sæpe cadendo."

XVI. Teachers that are teachers, cannot be paid. Alexander's conquests would have been no compensation for Aristotle's instruction. Their name is written in heaven.

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GOD'S WITNESSES.

'Tell it out among the Heathen, that the LORD is King."-Ps. xcvi. 10.

8ay, where shall holy Truth be found,

And righteous hearts to own its

sway,

And guileless lips, and love profound, And hope that passeth not away? Not 'mid the glare of regal halls,

In courtly throngs, or gorgeous tire,

Where vice allures, or glory calls,

Or passion feeds th' unholy fire.

God's grace is with the lowly heartHis presence to the pure is givenTheir's is by choice that better part Of fear on earth, and bliss in heaven!

Unmarked amid the passing crowd, Or singled out for scorn and shame,

They count it joy, with strength endowed,

To suffer for their SAVIOUR'S name.

Yet not without a witness, LORD,

Art Thou, where sin and death abound;

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Thy Prophet's voice, or Holy Word, Hath sent to every land a sound. And e'en where haughtiest sinners meet,

And Satan's banner flaunts on high, There are who sit at JESUS' feet, And fear no ill for He is nigh.

Chief in command by Misraim's throne,

The Brethren-sold in faith adored His fathers' GoD-to Thee alone

His hands uplifted, Israel's LORD! A stranger in the land he saved,

For him she spread her toils in vain;

No rest his faithful spirit craved,

Where souls are lost the world to gain.

The tombs of many a Pharaoh stand Stupendous on the sandy wild,

THE ORDINANCES OF RELIGION.Though there is no question to be made of it, but GoD may dispense with His own ordinances when He thinks fit, and save a sincere soul

But seek not there, in Heathen land, The bones of Jacob's favourite child.

"Give me," he cried, with prescient mind,

"When, years gone by, our GoD shall call

His people home, a grave to find, Past Jordan's stream by Sychar's wall."

Nor second he by Media's throne, Whose piercing eye, through grace, could scan

Night's secret visions-who alone Refused to bend the knee to man. A thousand lordly guests among,

His soul, O GOD, Thou didst inspire To read Thy truth, as 'mid the throng Thy sentence flashed in words of fire.

To Syria's deities, Jesrëel,

Thy altars smoked at Ahab's nod; Yet holy fear one heart could feel, One arm could screen the saints of GOD.

One gentle spirit CHRIST adored

From murderous Herod's bloodstained hall;

And Cæsar's household, though their lord

Was Nero, soothed the bonds of Paul.

Oh! ever thus in darkest hour,

LORD, be each saint with grace supplied,

Like beacon-light on lonely tower,

Or rock that breasts the surging
tide;

Till to Thy Church all Heathen lands
One universal harvest yield,
Though few the labourers, faint the
hands

That toil throughout her world-
wide field.

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without them; yet it is as sure He will not save such as despise His ordinances, or wilfully neglect to make use of them.-BP. WILSON.

THE PASTOR'S DREAM.

AT the close of a sultry and oppressive day in June I was returning from a visit to a sick person in a distant part of my parish. My homeward path lay through a verdant meadow. Wearied and exhausted by the labours of the day, I gladly availed myself of the grateful shade afforded me by the widespreading branches of a venerable beech, which invited me to repose awhile on a mossy bank beneath it; and as I listened to the soothing murmur of a rippling stream beneath my feet, and the carols of the lark as it soared on high, "warbling its heaventuned song," and "the distant bleating of the sheep midway up the hill," and the bees as they roamed from flower to flower, humming sweetly around me,-lulled by these soothing sounds I fell asleep, and in my dream I thought I saw a neat but humble cottage. The inmates were well known to me, for they had been married about a year before, and were considered by all who knew them as industrious and moral characters, but as far as I could judge they had shown no signs of deep religious principle, so that what I now saw filled my heart with joy. They had an only child, a little girl. Now I noticed that a cleanliness and neatness were depicted in all around, but withal a contented mind was visible in each countenance; even the little babe smiled on its mother's breast as an infant alone can smile. The frugal meal had been prepared to greet the husband's return after his day of toil. With uplifted eyes the father of the family offered up his praises and thanksgivings to the Giver of all good, and asked His blessing. And when the hour of repose drew nigh, and ere they all lay down to rest a chapter in his Bible was read, and from the Liturgy of the Church, (the source from which he ever prayed,) he offered up his petitions on bended knees to the throne of grace, and no language did this poor man think like that; he loved it, for it was the language of his Bible; he loved it, for he had heard that many of the holy men who had framed those prayers had laid down their lives for CHRIST's sake; and as he went forth to his daily work many of those beautiful collects would occur to his mind. His sleep was refreshing, for GOD had blessed that poor man's home, and angels, GOD's ministering spirits, watched around his bed to guard it from the attacks of ungodly men, and the powers of darkness, and "the sickness that destroyeth in the noon-day." Again the dawn of day drew near, a day to be dedicated to the LORD; and as the songs of birds greeted my ears, the bells of the village church, whose lofty spire pointed up to heaven, rang merrily to

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