lic. Retire, like Moses to the mount, if, like him, thou wouldst return to the haunts of men, thy countenance beaming with the glory and radiance of the Divine Image. Meditate upon the holiness of the Divine nature; for then, like the prophet admitted to the full vision of God, thou shalt be led in humiliation of soul to exclaim, "Woe is me, for.....I am a man of unclean lips, and.....I have seen the King, the Lord of hosts;" and thou shalt be "6 touched, as with a coal from the heavenly alter," and a voice shall say unto thee, "Thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin is purged." Contrast with the present circumstances of thy fallen nature its original perfection; for then, as those "ancient men who had seen the first house," when the foundation of the second was laid, wept with a loud voice," thou shalt mourn over thy

present degradation, and aspire after nobler things. Meditate on the covenant of mercy, and the promises of God; for then shalt thou "drink of the river of his pleasures," and go

on thy way" peaceful and " rejoicing." "Enter into thy closet; and pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly." Depart into a "solitary place," and there, in the spirit of thy Lord, "offer up prayers, with strong crying and tears, unto Him who is able to save,” and He shall grant thee pardon and grace, for thine own soul, and perhaps for the souls of those whom thou so tenderly lovest.

LORD, whilst the feverish crowd around
Urge us to never-ceasing toil,

Gladly we catch the tender sound

Which bids us COME AND REST AWHILE;

• Come, breathe with Me the "desert” air; 'Come, pour to God the secret prayer.'

We come, we come! The harassed soul
Longs to escape this war of words,
The clouds of care which round us roll,
And rest with Thee, thou "Lord of lords;"
And once again the bark refit,

Ere we the quiet haven quit.

O lead us to the blissful scene

Where truth and mercy love to meet;
With John, upon thy breast to lean;
To sit, with Mary, at thy feet;
And there, in measures wild and rude,
Pour the deep song of gratitude.

Zion's lone hill we long to climb,

And wander by sweet Siloah's stream, And there to bathe the weary limb,

And bask in Mercy's secret beam, Ere yet, should Thy blest will be so, We tread again the vale of woe.

But, oh! a day of rest shall come,

When toil and grief shall cease to be;
When Thou shalt call thy people home,
To share thine own tranquillity!
None, none that sacred rest shall move;
For all is rest, where all is love.

CHAP. VII. VER. 26.

The woman was a Greek, a Syrophenician by nation: and she besought him that he would cast forth the devil out of her daughter.

How many, who live in the full blaze of Christian light and experience, might profit largely from the example of this heathen mother! She no sooner "hears of Jesus," than, having a daughter in a state of disease, she brings her, and "falls at his feet, and beseeches him to cast forth the devil out of her daughter."

What a contrast to this is the practice of some, from whom better things might be expected! They complain of the moral state of their children ; but how much less accurately do they appear to judge, than the Syrophe

nician woman, either of the source of the evil, or of the nature of the remedy to be applied! She, for instance, at once traces the disease of her child to its proper source, the influence of the evil spirit: "She besought him that he would cast forth the devil out of her daughter."-And, because the influence of this malignant spirit is, in these latter ages, restrained as to the body, are we authorized in considering it extinct as to the soul? Is he not called the "god of this world; " "the father of lies;" "the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience," that "blindeth the eyes of them that believe not," that "taketh away the seed out of the heart?" Was it not he who "entered into Judas," and who "desired to have Simon, that he might sift him as wheat?" Surely passages such as