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beseech you not to relax in your endeavors to save their souls from death! Tell them, I bowed to idols; but did I put my trust in idols now, I should sink lower than the grave! Tell them, I performed the rites of the Ganges; but there is no water that cleanseth from sin, besides the water of the river that 'proceedeth out of the throne of God and of the Lamb!' I would say more, but I faint. I shall soon sleep in Jesus; in his smiles I am happy!" Here he rested; and Serenus having strengthened my sight, I beheld, with astonishment, the lean and ugly monster Death, grasping in his cold embrace the dying Indian, but I perceived he had lost his sting; to comfort him were radiant angels kindly supporting his head, and point. ing him upwards to the regions of boundless light. "True it is," I exclaimed, "blessed are the dead that die in the Lord!" And as I spake, the last and dreadful conflict with the world and sin was nearly over. With a faltering and tremulous voice the Indian breathed his last farewell; and as the happy soul burst through the apertures of nature, "Jesus receive my spirit," was heard to languish on his tongue. Thus fled the immortal part, and left the body still in the cruel gripe of Death. The vision likewise fled; but yet the grateful recollection cheers my soul, and leaves behind a wish to win a soul to Christ.

"The sultry climes of India then I'd choose;
There would I toil, and sinners' bonds unloose!
There may I live, and draw my latest breath,
And in my Jesus' service meet a stingless death!"

TEMPO.

ON THE MOTTO OF THE EARL OF KINGSTON'S ARMS.

Spes tutissima Coelis.

"The safest hope is in heaven."

HOPE, sweetest comfort, steady friend,
Whoever dost thy succours lend,

Whene'er my mind's opprest;
Oft have I found thy genial rays
Dispel the clouds of darkest days,
And set my soul at rest!

But ah! On earth I dare not cast
Hope's precious anchor, lest the blast

Of time's rude winds should shake,
And loose its hold, and in this gale
Of snares and tempests me should fail,
And my fond schemes should break.

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A WEEK WELL SPENT.

BY DR. C. MATHER, OF BOSTON, IN NEW ENGLAND.

It was constantly one of the first thoughts in a morning of this very successful minister,* "What good may I do today?" He resolved this question into the following particulars:

1. His question for the Lord's day morning constantly was, "What shall I do, as a pastor of a church, for the good of the flock under my charge?"

2. For Monday, "What shall I do for the good of my own family?"

3. For Tuesday, "What good shall I do for my relations abroad?" Sometimes he changed it for another, namely, "What good shall I do to my enemies? And how shall I overcome evil with good?"

4. For Wednesday, "What shall I do for the churches of the Lord, and the more general interests of religion in the world?"

5. For Thursday, "What good may I do in the several societies to which I am related?"

6. For Friday, "What special subjects of affliction, and objects of compassion, may I take under my particular care? And what shall I do for them?"

7. For Saturday, "What more have I to do for the interest of God in my own heart and life?”

In the first year of his ministry, though only about eighteen years of age, he had reason to believe he was made the instrument of converting at least thirty souls.

DIVINITY OF CHRIST.

Two gentlemen were once disputing on the divinity of Christ. One of them, who argued against it, said, “Ifit were true, it certainly would have been expressed in more clear and unequivocal terms." "Well," said the other, "admitting that you believed it, were authorized to teach it, and allowed to use your own language, how would you express the doctrine to make it indubitable?” “I would say," replied the first, "that Jesus Christ is the true God." "You are very happy," rejoined the other, "in the choice of your words; for you have happened to hit upon the very words of inspiration. St. John, speaking of the Son, says, "This is the true God, and eternal life.”

SWEARING REPROVED.

A YOUNG man having returned from sea, where he had unhappily acquired the habit of profane swearing, went to visit a friend in the country; when, walking in the gar. den, and approaching too near a bee hive, one of them stung him on the head; which so excited his wrath, that he began to strike violently at the bees with his hat, uttering at the same time the most dreadful oaths and curses. In the midst of his fury, one of these little combatants stung him on the tip of that unruly member, his tongue, which was then so actively employed in blaspheming his Maker. Thus can the Lord engage one of the meanest of his creatures, in reproving the bold transgressor, who

dares to take his name in vain.

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