neighbours who love the Gospel: if you will give us a word of exhortation, I will run and acquaint them. This is an obscure place; and as your coming is not known, I hope we shall have no interruption." Mr. Heywood consented; and on this joyful occasion, a small collection was cheerfully made, to help the poor traveller on his way.

"NOT A MINUTE TO SPARE."*

"NOT a minute to spare,"

While, with madd'ning career,

Men hasten their incense to pour
At the fair shrine of Fashion,
Or Pleasure, or Passion,
And Mammon, their god, to adore!

"Not a minute to spare"

For the children of care,
Their patient endurance to aid !—
"Not a minute to spare'

To breathe forth a prayer
By the bed where the dying is laid!

From the wretched, the suff'ring, the vile;

To teach them to lave

In Siloam's wave

Souls that sorrow and guilt do defile!

• From a good little book, bearing this title, lately published in Exeter and London. (Hamilton, Adams, & Co.)

"Not a minute to pause,

Ere the curtain withdraws Which eternity veils from our sight? In that moment sublime

Fly the trifles of Time,

As clouds at the coming of light!

"Not a minute " to ponder,
In love and in wonder,
How Jesus our safety secured,
And, despising the shame,

Lost man to reclaim,

How meekly the cross He endured!

"Not a minute" to read

In the sure title-deed

That describes our possessions in heaven! "Not a minute" to drink,

Though you lie at its brink,

Of the stream from the Rock that was riven!

"Not a minute " to gaze

On the transient displays

Of the bliss which each ransom'd one shares,

To catch some stray beams

Of the glory that streams

From the mansion which Jesus prepares!

Hath the sailor no hour,

Ere the tempests yet lour,

To gaze on his bright guiding-star?

Will the warrior not stay,

Ere he enter the fray,

His armour to gird for the war?

See! the miser, by stealth,
Though in haste to get wealth,
Can many a moment afford
Greater gains to devise,
And, with covetous eyes,
To count o'er his glittering hoard!

O! my brother, beware!

'Not a minute to spare"

From the world, with its pleasure or toil,

Must betoken a heart

Unto self set apart,
Which Satan himself claims for spoil.

If with filial love

To our Father above

Our hearts to o'erflowing be fill'd,

In softening the woe

Of our brother below

Will that love, like the dew, be distill'd.

Then, what seems to us loss

For the sake of the cross
Shall be paid by a costlier price;
For when Jesus shall come,
And shall gather us home,
It will seem but a light sacrifice.

THE GROUND-BEETLE.

ALMOST incredibly numerous is the beetle tribe. It is said that specimens of between seventy and eighty thousand species exist in the cabinets of

collectors. Among this vast assemblage t Ground-Beetles form a large family. Their body remarkably hard and firm, enabling them to cre about under stones and other heavy substances, a securing them against hurt from the insects th attack. Many kinds of the beetle are very injurio to vegetation, especially in the larva state; b our Ground-Beetle, it is admitted, renders emine service to the gardener and farmer by preying up caterpillars and other noxious or destructive thing Its colour is a coppery green, and its wing-case are ornamented with several rows of spots.

There is a grand collection of these interestin objects (in glass cases) at the British Museum.

ONE OF CHRIST'S LAMBS.

IN a Christian family near Amoy, China, a littl boy, the youngest of three children, on asking hi

father to allow him to be baptized, was told that he was too young; that he might fall back, if he made a profession when he was only a little boy. To this he made the touching reply,-" Jesus has promised Eo carry the lambs in His arms. As I am only a ittle boy, it will be easier for Jesus to carry me." This logic of the heart was two much for the father. He took him with him, and the dear child was ere ong baptized. The whole family of which this child is the youngest member-the father, mother, and three sons-are all members of the Mission church at Amoy.

MEMOIR.

LITTLE LUCY.

DEATH has again visited our Sunday-school, and has taken sweet little Lucy, an interesting girl, from our number. She has gone from this ungenial lime to those "sweet fields" which "stand drest in iving green." She had numbered but six summers when God took her to His fold in the skies.

Lucy was a very affectionate child, and much ttached to her parents, who almost idolized her. he was, indeed, particularly ainiable, and was beved by all who knew her. Her love for the truth was emarkable. She was never known to tell a falseood; and if she heard children in the street say hat she believed not to be true, she would reprove

em.

Though so young, she was most anxious to do verything in her power likely to help her mother,