arms, a mutual affection, warm, generous, and unchangeable, shall the soldiers of the Cross be less united in their spiritual warfare?

They, too, have fought by one another's side in many a sharp encounter; they have braved together the roughness of many a hard campaign,they have gone forth to the battle, a band against a confederated world; and if He, "who taught their hands to war, and their fingers to fight," has made them more than conquerors,―shall not their mutual dangers and deliverances teach them to love one another, even as the Captain of their Salvation loved them?

But the heirs of glory are united, not merely by common interests, but by special ties of gratitude. God could effectually call his people by the message of an angel, or by a voice from heaven. But it is his ordinary method to make them instruments of salvation, dispensing the riches of eternal life, one to another. There is not time to pursue this topic now,-it leads us into a wide, and almost boundless field. But I am convinced, after much reflection, that the more we trace the vast machinery by which man is made to act on man, in the promotion of the Redeemer's kingdom, the more we shall be disposed to think that the whole body of Christ is linked together by the golden cords of mutual gratitude,—so that, according to this notion, every soul in heaven will be indebted to some other member or members of the same society, for his entrance into the realms of glory.

What a delightful idea does this give us of the harmony and love that reigns among the blessed! When-down from Him that sitteth upon the throne, and sees all the fields and plains of Paradise covered with those who have washed their robes and made them white in his own blooddown-through those higher orders, who, having turned many to righteousness, shine as the stars for ever to the lowest member of that glorious body-there will not be one who cannot rejoice in having saved some soul from death. In those regions some ransomed spirit will address him, and say, "It was you-your counsel, your example, your charity, your prayers-it was you that rescued me from destruction, and planted me in the Paradise of God."

CHRISTIAN AMITY.

HOGG.

OUR creeds may differ in degree,
But small that difference sure can be:
As flowers which vary in their dyes,
We all shall bloom in Paradise.
As sire who loves his children well,
The loveliest face he cannot tell;
So 'tis with us-we are the same-
One Faith- -one Father-and one aim.

EARLY RISING AND PRAYER.

VAUGHAN.

WHEN first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun

The spirit's duty: true hearts spread and heave Unto their God as flowers do to the sun:

Give Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep

Him company all day, and in him sleep.

Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should

Dawn with the day; there are set awful hours "Twixt heaven and us; the manna was not good After sun-rising; far-day sullies flowers: Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut, And Heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut. Walk with thy fellow-creatures: note the hush

And whisperings among them. Not a spring
Or leaf but hath its morning hymn; each bush
And oak doth know I AM. Canst thou not sing?
O, leave thy cares and follies! go this way!
And thou art sure to prosper all the day.

Serve God before the world; let him not go
Until thou hast a blessing; then resign
The whole unto him, and remember who
Prevailed by wrestling, ere the sun did shine:
Pour oil upon the stones, weep for thy sin,
Then journey on, and have an eye to Heaven.

Mornings are mysterious: the first, world's youth,

Man's resurrection, and the future's bud, Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth,

Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food: These blessings wait upon them, one of which Should move-they make us holy, happy, rich.

When the world's up, and every swarm abroad, Keep well thy temper, mix not with each clay; Dispatch necessities; life hath a load

Which must be carried on,-and safely may: Yet keep those cares without thee; let the heart Be God's alone, and choose the better part.

SACRED SONG..

MOORE.

"The day is thine; the night also is thine; thou hast prepared the light and Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter."-Psalm 1xxiv. 16, 17.

the sun.

THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are all reflections caught from Thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

When Day, with farewell beam delays
Among the opening clouds of Eden,

B B

And we can almost think we gaze

Through golden vistas into heaven;
Those hues that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine.

When Night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes;
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye.
Where'er we turn Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.

CHARACTER OF ST. PAUL.

REV. HUGH WHITE.

FIRM without obstinacy, and conciliating without compromise, his heroism never towered into pride, nor his humility degenerated into meanness. There never was such a lofty and commanding intellect adorned with such a meek and lowly spirit-there never was so intrepid and mag