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always ? Do you believe that He has loved you, and can you commit yourself wholly to Him ?”

Fanny was deeply attentive and serious, and in a low voice she replied, “I do think I love the Saviour, and I trust He owns me, though one of the feeblest, weakest lambs of His flock.” She could say no more except the soft “Good-night, dear mamma," as she retired to her chamber. Her heart was filled with grateful love to God, for the blessing of such a mother to instruct her in her duty, and with the earnest purpose, through His grace, to obey and fear Him always.-N. Y. Recorder.

THE GOOD PHYSICIAN. A FEW Sabbaths since, as I was passing through one of the streets leading to the school where I am a teacher, my attention was arrested by a little girl who was standing by some railings, weeping. She was poorly clad, and her countenance bore evident marks of disease, which probably occasioned her tears: the attention of a gentleman who was passing at the moment was also directed towards her; he stopped, and after making some inquiries in a very kindly tone, he gave the child several directions, to take home to her mother, concerning the means to be adopted that the child might soon get better. From his manner, I believe he was a physician. After repeating his directions, he walked quickly on, perhaps to visit others who were in need of his aid.

This incident forcibly brought to my mind and led me to reflect on one who was emphatically called " The Good Physician," who when on earth went about healing all manner of diseases, and who never passed by any object of distress and suffering without affording relief. When journeying towards Jericho, there was a poor blind beggar by the wayside who cried to him for help. Some persons rebuked the blind man, perhaps thinking the Saviour would have spurned so mean an applicant, and not have listened to a man clothed in rags. But in tones of compassion, Christ addressed him and said, “What wilt thou that I shall do

unto thee?” In answer to the request of the poor man, Christ addressed to him the cheering words, “Receive thy sight.”

At another time, a poor woman, who had been afflicted with a disease for twelve years, and who, in her efforts to obtain relief had spent all that she had, but none of the physicians to whom she had applied had been able to do her any good ;-but she had heard of Jesus,--of the wonderful cures he had performed and feeling assured, that if she could but touch the hem of his garment she should be made whole, she venture, to approach, and was immediately healed.

Some who were young in years also shared his sympathy, for when a certain ruler came and besought him to go and heal his little daughter who was at the point of death, Christ immediately complied; and though when he arrived the child was already dead, his power was so great as to restore even the dead to life, and he presented her alive to her friends. In fact, we have no recorded instance of any ever applying to Christ without obtaining the relief they sought. All other physicians may fail in their attempts to prolong life or alleviate pain. The gentleman who so kindly noticed the little girl in the street could only prescribe remedies which he thought likely to do her good, the result must rest with God.

But I have only spoken of Jesus as the Physician of the body, there is a disease far more terrible than any I have mentioned, a disease which is not confined to the old nor to the young, but it extends to the inhabitants of every land. Children are sufferers from this fearful malady; for all are born in sin and are morally diseased, and unless application is made to this good Physician to be cleansed from its defilement, we must perish everlastingly, for such is the nature of this disease, that it renders us unfit to dwell with God. But it is encouraging to know that Christ, as a good Physician, is willing to receive and able to cure all who come to him. During his sojourn on earth, but few persons could make application to him to be healed of their diseases ; but there is no difficulty in obtaining access to him now. He is everywhere present. He has invited all to come, promising, “though their sins be as scarlet, he will make them white as snow, though red like crimson they shall be as wool.” Millions have accepted the invitation, and have been made whole, and he is as willing now to receive all who come to him as he ever was. His power is the same, and for the encouragement of the young he has given a special invitation for them, “Suffer little children to come unto me,” were the gracious words he uttered when his disciples rebuked those who brought them. O, that all may be induced to apply to this Physician, who has promised to forgive all their iniquities, and to heal all their diseases.

A TEACHER.

ABOUT A GOOD KING.

“Now sit down on your seat,"

A kind mother said,
" Whilst I tell you a story

I've oftentimes read.
There was once a good King,

A long-foretold stranger,
Who was born in a stable,

And laid in a manger.

“ Bright angels from heaven

Came down to this earth,
And sung a glad anthem

Of praise at His birth.
Sages came from afar,

This good King to behold;
And presented their gifts-

Frankincense and gold.

“ Undefiled by sin,

He came from above;
Bright was His example,

And boundless His love:

By His wonderful power,

The wild ocean's roar
Was hush'd, and the storm

And the tempest was o'er.

“ He was humble and lowly,

Though He came from above;
He commanded the people

Each other to love;
The proud and self-righteous

Could hardly endure,
His precepts so peaceful,

His doctrine so pure.

“ He came to save sinners,

The world to redeem;
The weary and burthen'd,

He invited to Him :
To the vilest and worst

He gave invitation,
And offer'd to all

The gift of salvation.

“ He was gentle and meek,

And loving and kind;
He came to His own,

Who were wilfully blind-
They rejected His offer

With pride and disdain,
And put Him to grief,

To sorrow and pain.

“ Little children He took

In His arms to His breast,
With kind condescension

He tenderly blest :
There were who forbade them;

Immediately He
Said — Suffer little children

To come unto me!'

“ Once He rode to a city

On a little grey ass, Whilst the multitude cheer'd

With the loudest hosannas :
Their rulers, indignant

To hear the loud cry,
Determined at last,

This good King should die.

“ They took Him and tried Him,

The holy and good;
They scourg'd Him and whipp'd Him,

And drench'd Him in blood;
They condemn'd Him to death,

Nail'd Him up to a tree, Thus died this good King, • In great agony.

“ When laid in the grave,

His foes still severe,
Placed a guard of fierce soldiers

To keep Him safe there :
An angel descended,

Cloth'd in garments so white,
The guards fear'd and quak'd

With exceeding great fright.

“ This good King in triumph,

Arose from the grave,
He reigneth in Heaven,

And is mighty to save ;
He redeemed our souls

From sad misery:
Thus died this good King,

To save you and me."

W. I.

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