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but only by the Lord Jesus Christ. Refuge fails elsewhere, on every hand; but I behold a fulness and beauty in Jesus Christ; he is worth loving, -worth prizing,-worth following. Such is my desire to obtain an interest in him, and to make him the only portion and support of my soul, that it is one of my greatest griefs to find my heart so dull in going forth after him. I abhor sin because it is abhorred of God, and contrary to him. I am heartily troubled for the sin of my heart, that fountain of corruption. Sin is my heavy burden; death itself would be welcome to me, to free me from it. I desire to be as active as may be in promoting the honour of God; and I seldom come into any company without contriving how I may some way speak or act for God's honour before I leave it.""
The readers of the Sacred Star will do well to regard the above fragments of the useful, devoted Christian who wrote them,and faithfully examine, as in the sight of God, whether or not they have yet sought for similar gracious attainments,—what he was by the grace of God, they may also attain to; he lived to be an eminently useful, holy,
good minister of Jesus Christ;" a man who wrote, laboured, and preached as with eternity constantly in view; he was one, “valiant for the truth upon earth :" one, no doubt, who shines now with the brightness of the firmament, -as having turned many to righteousness,--and who still, by his writings, and particularly by his Essays to do Good,) has left a legacy to the Christian church, more valuable than rubies or gold.
Oh that some dear youths may be animated by what he was in his day and generation, to
follow his example early,—to give themselves to the Lord, and their energies to his service and glory upon earth. The writer would greatly recommend the perusal of his “ Life,” and “ Essays to do Good,” to every reader. The late Rev. G. Burder did a great service to the cause of the Redeemer, by reprinting the work; it is also now printed in a neat pocket edition, price ls. 6d. ; it should have a place in every study, and Sabbath school library; and wealthy Christians would do well to buy it to present to those labourers in the vineyard, who may not be able to spare even so small a sum to buy it for themselves. The writer knows of one lady who bought a dozen for the purpose, and sent them into different districts, with a request that each might be lent to twelve persons for a month each. Many more have since been bought through that effort. To every reader the writer would affectionately say, “Go and do thou likewise."
AN ENQUIRY ABOUT HEAVEN.
Say, what is Heaven ? 'tis there they meet,
Say, what is Heaven? we cannot know
I HAVE NO MOTHER.
I have no mother! for she died
When I was very young ;
Like morning mists has hung.
That watch'd me while I slept,
That wip'd the tears I wept :
When I began to walk,
When first I tried to talk.
When infant charms expand ;-
In that bright happy land.
For I know she is in heaven now,
That holy place of rest,
And the good alone are blest.
She kiss'd my burning brow,
I think I feel it now.
She taught me how to spell;
I still remember well.
And teach me how to pray;
And tell me what to say.
Thy image still shall be ;
From the New York American.
THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA.
O where is the light! the pure true light
Of the Asian churches SEVEN ?
Which rested on them from heaven ?
And the gospel of the truth,
Than the countries of its youth.
But neither nation, nor rule, nor clime,
Our hope can change or sever ;
That shall it be for ever.
He is its “ Finisher" too ;
That He will not bear it through.
The light of the “ latter day,'
Their darkness and veil away :
Shall the glory then be given,-
E. F. H.
ON NEW YEAR'S DAY. Light of another year again I see,
And its first day is mine! But whether I
May see it join the past eternity,
In peace and goodness, compassed by thy love,
May swiftly glide; so my soul shall not move, Though sorrow waits the dark futurity. Thus would I consecrate this year ; and oh!
If other prayer is beating in my breast,
It is for those I love, that they may rest In the same trust, the same high comfort know; That when our years their destined race have run, We each may find the meed of virtue won.