lity of heart, before any other can stand; we must be converted and become as little children, or we cannot enter into the kingdom of heaven. May we never take much comfort to ourselves as being truly renewed in spirit, until we are able to choose the lowest place among our brethren with pleasure and satisfaction; until in the presence of God we always feel ourselves to be sinful dust and ashes, unworthy to lift up our eyes to heaven, unworthy to utter a prayer in our own name before the great Searcher of hearts! May we think nothing of our Christian character unless we are also become meek, can bear injuries from others, rebukes from those placed over us, disrespect from those below us, and ingratitude from those we have benefited, without the indulgence of a resentful, or an angry, or an uncharitable spirit! Take the example of the Lord Jesus, and how do all our wretched failings and shortcomings sink us to the earth, fill us with self-abasement, and thus help to produce the temper of mind required!

I LOVE THE CHURCH.

I LOVE the Church-that Mother mild,
Whose tenderness I share;
Who call'd me when a little child,
To cherish with her care.

I love the Church of this our land,
For which our Martyrs died,-
Who leads me gently by the hand,
And seeks my steps to guide.

Upon the rock of Truth she stands,
Built firmly and secure,

And shining bright o'er distant lands,
She sheds her influence pure.

Let none by whim or fancy led,

The good old path forsake;

With her, by whom I first was bred,

My course I still would take.

From out the fold that nursed my youth,
I would not seek to stray,

Lest I should wander from the truth,

To tread in error's way.

And much I love my Parish Church,
God's holy house of prayer,

And press within her ancient porch,
To meet God's people there.

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It seems as if her arms were spread
To take her children in;
Her blessing on them all to shed,

And cheer their souls within.

Such welcome can I e'er refuse
From one so loved and dear?
Others may other teachers choose,
I'll keep me steady here.

MY PRECIOUS BIBLE.

R. A. S

I have given them thy word. John xvii. 14.
The entrance of thy words giveth light.

There is no other book that can
Make known the shameful fall of man,
When sin and misery first began,

But this my precious Bible!

There is no other book can show

Where streams of pardoning mercy flow,
The antidote for human woe,

But this my precious Bible!

There is no other book to prove
The pure and never-failing love
Of Him, who sits enthroned above,

But this my precious Bible!

No other book can tell me where
I may repose all anxious care,
And heavenly consolation share,

But this my precious Bible!

I ne'er should have been led to see
The vast amazing legacy,
Which Jesus hath bequeathed to me,

But for my precious Bible!

Nor could I e'er have known the way
To realms of everlasting day,

When sorrows will be chased away,
But for my precious Bible!

Ps. cxix. 130.

Matt. xxii. 29.
Rev. iii. 17.

Gen. iii. 1, &c.

Rom. v. 12.

Is. i. 16. 18.
Zech. xiii. 1.
1 John i. 7.
Rev. xxi. 6.

1 Cor. ii. 9.

Jerem. xxxi. 3.

John iii. 16. xvii. 23. 1 John iv. 10. 16.

Ps. lv. 22.
Is. xxxii. 2.
2 Cor. i. 3. 7.
1 Pet. v. 7.

Is. xxxii. 17.
John xiv. 27.
Rom. v. 1.
Heb. iv. 3.

John xiv. 6,

John v. 39.

John v. 39.

Rev. xxi. 4.

The constant inward happiness,
The foretaste of unsullied bliss
In a far better world than this,

I owe to thee, my Bible!

No earthly changes can destroy
The sweet supply of holy joy
So free from error's base alloy,
Produced by thee, my Bible!

Ps. cxix. 165.

Jerem. xv. 16.
Ps. xvii. 15.
1 John iii. 2.

Ps. exix. 50. 92.
Rom. xv. 4.
John xvii. 17.

Ps. cxix. 140.

WE copy from a recent number of the Gardener's Chronicle the following practical observations by Mr. John Mearns, F.H.S., Curator of the Leeds Botanical Gardens, on this interesting subject. He says "It may be of some importance to inform your readers, that the best and cheapest way to preserve fuchsias through the winter months is to bury them. I buried 300 last winter in the following manner:-At the approach of frost I shook them out of the soil, and cut all the laterals from them, as if trimming a riding cane; upon those intended to be trained to a wall, paling, or trellis, I left three, four, five, or six canes, some of them five feet and six feet long. They were then ready to be deposited in the soil until the end of April or beginning of May: I dug out a pit in the centre of my heath soil (any other tolerably dry soil or sand will do) about 3 feet deep, 3 feet wide, and 6 feet long, so as to contain all my plants, and placed them in a sloping direction in the pit, with stakes driven here and there diagonally over them, so as they might be kept hollow, and to prevent the soil from pressing too much upon their brittle stems. In covering them I used no straw or matting, but allowed the soil to fall amongst them, and formed it into a sharp ridge on the top. When I opened them at the end of April, I was pleased to find that they were all breaking remarkably strong, and had made some very long shoots, with vigorous roots in all directions, from bottom to top, as a pit of willow shoots would do under similar treatment; these very soon shrunk up on exposure to light and the atmospheric air; but on being potted, and placed in a large pit, the plants

were soon excited, which is the natural consequence of a transition from darkness into light. Those trimmed for a wall were planted out at once, in the beginning of May, and are now growing vigorously from the trained branches. Some of the tender kinds were more or less injured by the frosts in the beginning of May, but generally they are doing well, and I intend to go over them immediately, to thin the young shoots, so as to increase the vigour of those that are left. It will be encouraging to the cottager, and those who have neither greenhouse nor any frames to place them in, to learn that those which I planted against a south-east wall, towards the end of April, are now as forward as those which I have just planted out in beds and borders from the frames and greenhouses. Those which I potted had their roots tolerably well trimmed in, so as to enable me to put them into six and seven-inch pots for convenience, and to keep the roots as near to the side as I could; they do best in comparatively small pots, till ready to plant out into beds, when the weather becomes favourable. I have many four and five feet long, and stripped of their young wood, to form into standards and into umbels. It is of great importance to know that such deciduous plants as fuchsias, bouvardias, &c., of which a great stock is necessary to be kept through the winter for summer embellishment, can be well preserved at little expense, without the aid of either greenhouse or frame."

EXTRACTS FROM MY FAMILY BIBLE.

MATTHEW ix. 18-27.

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HERE, dear family, are two instances of great faith. ruler's daughter is even now dead; but the father comes to our blessed Lord, declaring, that if He do but come and lay his hand upon her she shall live. Jesus goes to the house, where He finds the mourners, who were hired for the purpose, according to the Jews' custom, and who were lamenting and praising the dead in songs set to music. These all laughed at our Lord when He said that the young woman was not dead, and that she only slept; but He knew (for He is Lord of the spirits of all flesh) that she could and would awake again to life in

this world. When He had put every one out of the room, He, the Resurrection and the Life, commanded her soul to return; and it returned, and He took the maid by the hand and she arose. But on the way to the ruler's house a poor woman who had had a bloody flux twelve years, came behind Him, and with the strongest possible faith touched the hem of his garment, certain within herself that that touch was all-sufficient for her cure. Our blessed and compassionate master turns round and comforts the woman, (who without doubt was frightened after she had touched our Lord,) and says, "Daughter, be of good comfort, thy faith hath made thee whole." Dear family, I know not how to speak of the love of Christ, so great, so sweet, so comforting. These histories in the Gospels are so very touching that many words from me would spoil them. All I can say is, may you and I have grace but to touch the hem of the garment of Jesus, and we shall for certain be made whole from that hour. "Christ is our Righteousness, this is his name." (Jeremiah 23-26.) May we but touch Him, and the virtue that goes out of Him shall make us righteous in the sight of God; we shall be cleared from those things whereof our conscience is afraid. We shall go on our way rejoicing, for no one shall condemn us. (Romans viii. 31, to the end of the chapter.)

Verse 27-31

Another miracle.-The faith of two blind men blessed

with a perfect cure. "Jesus touched their eyes, saying, According to your faith be it unto you." Beloved family, if any one of you is blind in soul, if any of you does not see that he is a sinner, go to Jesus Christ's Gospel, and read how perfectly holy the Law of God is.

Read of the perfection that God requires of every one who pretends to say he expects to be saved by his works. Read humbly, and Christ will open your eyes. Awake, you that sleep, and Christ shall give you light. He will show you how little you have done, or can do, and how much He is able and willing to do for you; yea, you shall learn that He has already done all for you. None so blind as he who thinks himself perfect; none so clear