All speak in tender tones to me
Of all life's parted hours and thee.

I do not see thee now, dear one,
I do not see thee now;
But even when the twilight breeze
Steals o'er my lifted brow,
I hear thy voice upon my ear,
In murmurs low and soft,
I hear thy words of tenderness
That I have heard so oft;
And on my wounded spirit falls
A blessing from above,

That whispers, though thy life is o'er,
We have not lost thy love :

Ah, no! thy heart, in death grown cold,
Still loves us with a love untold.

No need of Fame's proud voice for thee, Nor need for earthly fame,

Thou art enshrined in our fond hearts,

And that is all the same.

Ay, full of faith, and trust, and hope,
We tread life's troubled sea,
Till the last throbbing wave of time

Shall bear our souls to thee.
And, O! it will be passing sweet,
With all our sins forgiven,
To mingle with our loved and lost,
In our sweet home in heaven;
To spend, with all the blest above,
An endless life of perfect love!

CLEAN HANDS AND STRENGTH.

A LITTLE boy called John washed his hands many times a day, which was a very proper practice. The number of times he went to the hollow stone by the well led his elder brother Henry to ask him why he washed his hands so often. "Because I wish to be strong." "Do you think that washing your hands will make you strong?" "Yes."

At evening, as the two brothers were sitting in the porch of the farm-house, listening to the notes of the cuckoo, Henry asked John why he thought that washing his hands would give him strength. "Because I read it in the Bible," was the reply. "Where did you find the passage?" "I will show you," said he, and got the Bible, and read the ninth verse of the seventeenth chapter of Job: "He that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger." John was sure his position was a firm one; for it had the support of Scripture. Henry proceeded to explain to him the meaning of the passage, and convinced him that it was to be taken in a figurative sense; that the passage taught, that those who do right increase in strength to do right.

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The truth thus explained made a deep impression on John's mind, and it is hoped will make an impression on the reader's. Every time you do right, you increase your power to do right. The highest kind of strength is strength to do right; and this strength comes from God. If we ask Him to give it us, He will do it.

MARCH, 1857.

GOD HATH A VOICE.

(From "Gleanings from a Pastor's Portfolio.") God hath a voice that ever is heard,

In the peal of the thunder, the chirp of the bird;
It comes in the torrent, all rapid and strong;
In the streamlet's soft gush, as it ripples along;
It breathes in the zephyr, just kissing the bloom;
It lives in the rush of the sweeping simoom:
Let the hurricane whistle, or warblers rejoice,
What do they tell thee, but-God hath a voice?

God hath a presence, and that we may see
In the fold of the flower, the leaf of the tree;
In the sun of the noonday, the star of the night;
In the storm-cloud of darkness, the rainbow of light;
In the waves of the ocean, the furrows of land;
In the mountain of granite, the atom of sand:
Turn where ye may,
from the sky to the sod,
Where can ye gaze that ye see not a God?

OLD SHOREHAM CHURCH.

OLD Shoreham is a poor place. Its inhabitants are nearly all fishermen, and they only possess a few cabins. It was once of some consequence; but the