Ye winged Hallelujahs, rise,

The Lord of life proclaim ;

Ye loud Hosannas, rend the skies,
And magnify his name.

In pity, tenderness, and love,
He came to save mankind;
Yet was he branded with roproach,
And scorn'd by bigots blind.
They bound his brow with cruel thorns,
And, fill'd with savage glee,
Reviled him with their bitter taunts,
And nail'd him to the tree.

As mute and meekly as the lamb
Adorn'd for slaughter goes,
The dying Saviour bows his head
Amid his cruel foes.

Ye winged Hallelujahs, rise,
The Lord of life proclaim;

Ye loud Hosannas, rend the skies,
And magnify his name.

But see, he rises; rolls away

The dark sepulchral stone,

And triumphs over death, and reigns
On heaven's eternal throne;

Where angels, as they wave their wings,

Their notes of rapture raise,

And cherubim and seraphim

Delight to sing his praise.

Then let the throng, with grateful song,

Be merry while they may,
And bid the crowd rejoice aloud,
For this is Christmas day.
Ye winged Hallelujahs, rise,
The Lord of life proclaim;

Ye loud Hosannas, rend the skies,
And magnify his name.

A LEAF FROM THE BOOK OF

AFFLICTION.

THE closer we connect our earthly objects with our heavenly hopes, the greater will be our peace; and the clearer we discern the hand of our Heavenly Father in our daily concerns, the more shall we reverence him, love him, and live to his glory.

But not only as the general Fountain of all goodness should we regard God as the bestower of those gifts which more directly come from him, as health, intellect, or knowledge of ourselves as sinners, repentance, faith, peace, and joy; but also of the lesser benefits we receive from our fellow-creatures, for the hearts of all are in his holy hands, and he moves them according to his will. A habit of attributing the kind offices of those around us primarily to God's goodness will not lessen our thankfulness to those through whom we receive them.

"God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform,"

and employs different agents. By an angel he comforts Hagar; by a raven, supplies the wants of Elijah; sends a man of God to benefit the widow of Zare

phath, and a captive Hebrew maiden that Naaman, the Syrian, may be healed.

I want, if I can, in an humble, earnest, and grateful spirit, to impress the mind of my reader, by a recent instance in my own experience, of the advantages of connecting earthly and heavenly things, and of acknowledging God's goodness in the kind attentions and friendly offices of those dear to us.

It sometimes happened that, during my wanderings in the vast, the silent and solitary straths of the Highlands of Scotland, some years ago, I was reduced to great straits by weariness, hunger, and thirst, the recollection of which is still vivid in my memory. While noting down these remarks, scenes of an impressive character come back upon me, where the eagle and ptarmigan haunt the towering craigs, black cattle spread over the vales, wild deer roam the forest, and black-cocks and moor-fowl abound on the heaths and hills. Now and then a kilted Highlander tending his flock, or fishing, or crossing a river in a boat, imparts an added interest to the surrounding objects. Mighty Ben Macdhui, Ben-y-Gloe, and Ben Nevis also rise before me, with Big Benmor, gigantic Shehallien, bulky Ben Cruachan, and storm-riven Ben Ledi. Loch Tummel, Loch Rannoch, and lonely Loch Lydoch appear to be visible, with the dark, frowning Pass of Kilicrankie, and that glen of glens, shut up by its craggy

barriers, gloomy Glencoe, in which the clan Macdonald were so ruthlessly murdered.

Well, though I had much to enjoy, I had also, as before intimated, at times something to endure; for high mountains are not ascended, and extended straths and swamps traversed, without trouble. For hours together I was wet to the skin, and ankle-deep in the watery bogs. On two or three of these occasions, when spent with toil, sick at heart with hunger, and feverish with burning thirst, I found at the little inns I came to such an unexpected and an abundant supply of comforts, in the shape of dry clothes and good cheer, as called forth my surprise and thankfulness. Among the things, however, which afforded me particular relief and pleasure, were the cool and delectable jams and jellies that were set before me in admirable profusion. Whether this arose from my exhausted and feverish state, or whether these conserves and sweetmeats were really superior to any thing of the kind I had ever before tasted, I cannot say; but the enjoyment they afforded me was great, and left a lasting impression on my memory.

At an early stage of my present illness, which then I had reason to believe would be unto death, one night, as I lay in bed in pain, greatly subdued, and sorely afflicted with unassuageable thirst, the remembrance of these Scotch preserves came upon me so forcibly as to produce a morbid and irrepres