great love in his Son toward us, do we feel the same gratitude to him for sending us that Saviour, as we do for sending Lafayette? Does the same feeling of sorrow fill our bosoms when we recall the sufferings of our Saviour, as when we hear of Lafayette's imprisonment and sickness? Do we feel the same affection of love toward our Saviour when we contemplate his character, his mildness, gentleness, and patience amidst his enemies, as we do when we think of the courage and activity of Lafayette?

Remember the great difference there is between the two; one was an earthly. benefactor, and aided our fathers in handing down to us that which will promote our temporal comfort and happiness; the other was a spiritual, heaven

ly benefactor, and has imparted to us that which will give us not only happiness here, but happiness beyond the grave.

Look but a moment around you and see the bounties of creation spread out for your comfort by your kind Father. Look at the heavens above and the earth beneath, and see his wisdom, power, and goodness, and all these wonderful works moving on in beautiful order, all, all made for us, and contributing to our happiness. Think, too, of the precepts of that Saviour, of the holy truths he taught, and of the importance and value to us of those words he once uttered; "I am the resurrection and the life; as I live, ye shall live also." Think how different this world appears to us from what it otherwise would in

the promise he has given us of another, where goodness, piety, and virtue shall be rewarded.

Where is our gratitude, if these great gifts will not excite it. For what can compare with them? Let our heartfelt thanks be given to him who has done so much for us. Do we say we will give them? That a warmer gratitude shall glow in our hearts for our heavenly, than for our earthly benefactors? That nothing shall go beyond our grateful love to our Father, and the Son of his love? Never forget then, that he has given us a test by which we may know our love, and a way in which we can show it. "Whosoever loveth me," saith Jesus, "keepeth my commandments." May we daily exhibit this love in the obedience of our lives.

THE welcome flowers are blossoming,
In joyous troops revealed ;-
They lift their dewy buds and bells,

In garden, mead, and field;They lurk in every sunless path, Where forest children tread; They dot, like stars, the sacred turf, Which lies above the dead.

They sport with every playful wind,

That stirs the blooming trees,

And laugh on every fragrant bush,
All full of toiling bees ;-

From the green marge of lake and stream,
Fresh vale and mountain sod,

They look in gentle glory forth—
The pure sweet flowers of God.

THE TEAR OF GRATITUDE.

THERE is a gem more purely bright,
More dear to mercy's eye,

Than love's sweet star, whose mellow light,
First cheers the evening sky;

A liquid pearl that glitters there,
No sorrows now intrude;

A richer gem than monarchs wear,
The tear of gratitude.

But ne'er shall narrow love of self,
Invite the tribute forth,

Nor can the sordid slave of pelf

Appreciate its worth;