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and earnestly exhort and entreat you, to 'remember now your Creator in the days of your youth.' This will be your best security against all the dangers and temptations to which you are exposed; this will secure to you 'the favour of God which is life, and his loving kindness which is better than life.' Delay not your conversion; every day is lost time, which is not spent in the service of God. Besides, procrastination has proved ruinous to many. Eternity is at hand; the judgment day must be met, and how can we appear there, without piety? This is our only preparation and passport for heaven. Dear youth, be wise, and secure an inheritance among the saints in light. God invites you to be reconciled. Christ extends his arms of mercy to secure you. Angels are waiting to rejoice at your conversion, and to become your daily and nightly guardians. The doors of the church will be open to receive you. The ministers of the gospel, and all the company of believers will hail your entrance, and will welcome you to the precious ordinances of God's house. And, finally, remember that, 'now is the accepted time and the day of salvation.'

XII.

OUR last counsel is, that you seek divine direc

tion and aid, by incessant, fervent prayer. You need grace to help you every day. Your own wisdom is folly, your own strength weakness, and your own righteousness altogether insufficient. 'It is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.' But if you lack wisdom, you are permitted to ask; and you have a gracious promise, that you shall receive. Whatever we need will be granted, if we humbly and believingly ask for it. Ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you.' 'Be careful for nothing, but in every thing with prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God.'

In all your troubles, make God your refuge. Flee to him by humble trust and prayer, and he will hide you under the shadow of his wings, and in his secret pavilion, and even in death you shall fear no evil, for Jehovah, your shepherd, will be present to comfort you. And when you shall have finished your earthly pilgrimage, a mansion in the heavens will await you; Christ, your Saviour, will receive your departing spirit, and you shall go, to be present with the Lord.

PRINCETON.

A. A.

HYMN OF THE REAPERS.

OUR Father, to fields that are white
For harvest, the sickle we bear,

And praise shall our voices unite

To Thee, who hast made them thy care!

The seed that was dropped in the soil,
We left with a holy belief

In one who was blessing the toil,

To crown it at length with the sheaf.

And ever our faith shall be firm

In him who was life to the root

Whose finger has led up the germ,
And finished the blade and the fruit.

The heads that are heavy with grain
Are bowing and asking to fall;

Thy hand is on mountain and plain,
Thou Maker and Giver of all!

Thy favours are heaped on the hills,
The valleys thy goodness repeat,
And, Lord, 'tis thy bounty that fills

The arms of the reaper with wheat.

O, when, with his sickle in hand,

Thine angel the mandate receives,

To come to thy field with the band,

To bind up, and bear off the sheaves

May we be as free from the blight,
As ripe to be taken away,
And fit for the store, in thy sight,
As that we shall gather to-day.

Our Father, the heart and the voice

Flow out our fresh offering to yield!

The reapers! the reapers rejoice,

And send up their song from the field!
H. F. G.

NEWBURYPORT.

THE VISION.

A Fragment.

FROM the top of the Aventine hill, I had gazed on the fading glories of an Italian sun, and, absorbed in my own meditations, twilight had shed its last rays upon the dome of St Peter's, when I entered that magnificent monument of papal pomp and power. It was a season of solemn observance, and the eve of that day on which the church of Rome is accustomed to commemorate the crucifixion of the Redeemer. I was the only occupant of a scene, so soon to be filled by curiosity, idleness or devotion. A universal stillness reigned throughout the lofty pile. The few lights which burned upon the high altar shed but a feeble radiance over the aisles, and added to the religious gloom of approaching night. It was natural that my mind should become solemnized, and my feelings elevated, by the hour and the scene.

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