They say she sleeps beneath the ground, by yon green in a low condition, I had some hopes of sal

willow tree,

And ne'er again will list my voice, nor her "Little
Ella" see.

vation. When advanced to be a cardinal, I greatly doubted it. Since I came to the popedom, I have no hope at all." How many

Methinks, my loved, lost sister, on her fair and youth- could well afford to give up all their wealth

ful brow,

A bright resemblance of thy beauty is mirrored even now;

That lustrous eye and heaven-lit smile, that soft and ⚫ jetty hair,

and honors, if they could but recover the lost joys of salvation. Newton says: "Sinners have no right, and saints have no reason to complain." Let us welcome all these trials:

In clustering ringlets decks her brow, and such thou they are for our good. God says of the

used to wear.

Dost thou not, from thy star-lit throne, thy angel home above,

Oft gaze upon thy rosy child with tenderness and love? May thy angel spirit watch her, and her pathway strew with flowers,

And lead her to thy happy home, 'neath fair Elysian bowers !

I miss thee, angel sister, by thy loved companion's side; Less cheerful now his manly brow than when thou wert his bride;

Church: "I will leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall trust in the name of the Lord." The best lessons are learned in the school of adversity. Suffer, then, and learn.

THE BRIDGE ACROSS PURGATORY.

KIRWAN, in his letters on "Romanism at

Or when within his happy home, and its cherished idols Home," gives a curious anecdote of father

there,

Thou wert the summer of his sky, his bright and beauteous star.

O'Flanagan, an Irish priest, which was told him, among other things, while in Ireland.

I miss thee in thy childhood's home, by thy mother's He says:

"I will not vouch for the truth of the following story, but I will give it to you just as I received it, from the lips of one of the most honored and eloquent ministers of Great Britain, whose name is known and revered on both sides of the Atlantic. He asserted its entire truth. There lived a poor man, in one of the cities of Britain, who made his support by selling beer. He was honest and punctual in his payments, and won the entire confidence of the brewer. He died, and, as the priest stated, his soul went to purgatory. His widow carried on the business, and sent for one barrel of beer after another, until she was in debt to the brewer about one hundred pounds. The brewer, who was a Papist, went to make inquiry as to the cause of this large

"Man's common course of nature is distress. His joys are prodigies, and like them, too, Portend approaching ill. How daring to be fond, When what our fondness grasps is not immortal. [Young. Two things have befallen every human being. The first is, sin- the second, misery. The latter never exceeds the former. In this indebtedness. 'And have you not heard of life it never equals it. It is remarkable what an advantage is sometimes gained in affliction over temptation. In sickness, a lust expires; in poverty, the fire of covetousness burns low; in want, a sin is starved to death. The darker the night, the brighter the hope of the righteous

"As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day."

On the contrary, exemption from affliction in
our outward estate often leads to an almost
total loss of holy joy. Pius V. said: "When

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the terrible accident that has happened? › said the woman? 'What is it?' asked the brewer. The bridge of purgatory is broken,' was the reply; 'and it takes a great deal of money to repair it; and father O'Flanagan is very faithful in collecting money to repair it, bless his soul! And when the bridge is finished, so that my poor husband can get across, then I will strive to pay you all.'

"The brewer did not like to be thus swindled through the priest, and laid his plans to get his money. He made a large dinner party,

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to which he invited the bishop, several quested to double my subscription, and this priests (among whom was father O'Flana- year has been one of heavy family expenses gan), and a few other friends. After the-building and fitting-up this house, carpets, punch began to work a little, he rung a bell, curtains-no end to the new things to be which was the signal for the introduction of bought. I do not see really how I am to the widow from the beer shop. Have you give a cent more to charity. Then there are heard, your reverence,' said the brewer to bills for the boys and girls; they all say they the bishop, of the awful accident that has must have twice as much now as before we occurred?' 'What is it?' said the bishop, came to this house; wonder if I did right in with excited interest. Father O'Flanagan, building it?" and Mr. A- glanced uneawill you tell the bishop about the breaking sily up and down the ceiling, and around on down of the bridge of purgatory?' said the the costly furniture, and looked into the fire brewer. Father O'Flanagan blushed, looked in silence. He was tired, harassed and at the woman, and then into his tumbler of sleepy-his head began to swim, and his eyes punch, and was silent. The fraud was re- closed. He was asleep. In his sleep he vealed. There was the poor woman to prove thought he heard a tap at the door; and there its truth; and the brewer declared, that un- stood a plain, poor-looking man, who, in a less the hundred pounds were paid down, he voice singularly low and sweet, asked for a would expose the whole affair. The bishop few moments' conversation with him. Mr. gave his check for the amount - the old beer A-asked him into the parlor, and drew him a woman was glad - the party broke up and chair near the fire. The stranger looked atthe breaking of the bridge of purgatory cured tentively round, and then turning to Mr. the brewer of his Popery. I see no reason, A-, presented him with a paper. "It is in the nature of things, to doubt the story of your last year's subscription to missions," the reverend father O'Flanagan. Sure I am said he; "you know all the wants of that that the fiction of purgatory is made to yield cause that can be told you; I come to see if millions every year to the priests, and in you had any thing more to add to it." ways no more justifiable than that adopted with the poor widow that sold beer. manism at Home.

SO MANY CALLS.

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This was said in the same low and quiet voice as before; but for some reason unaccountable to himself, Mr. A— was more embarrassed by the plain, poor, unpretending man, than he had been in the presence of any one before. He was for some moments silent before he could reply at all, and then in a hurried and embarrassed manner he began the same excuses which had appeared so satisfactory to him the afternoon before-the hardness of the times, the difficulty of collecting money, family expenses, &c.

The stranger quietly surveying the spacious apartment, with its many elegancies and luxuries, and without any comment took from the merchant the paper he had given, but immediately presented him with another.

It was a brisk, clear evening in the latter part of December, when Mr. A— -returned from his counting-house to the comforts of a bright coal fire and warm arm chair, in his parlor at home. He changed his heavy boots for slippers, drew around him the folds of his evening gown, and then lounging back in the chair, looked up to the ceiling and about with an air of satisfaction. Still there was a cloud on his brow. What could be the matter with Mr. A-? To tell the truth, he had that afternoon, in his counting-room, received the agent of one of the principal religious charities of the day, and had been warmly urged to double his last year's subscription, and the urging had been pressed by statements and arguments to which he did not know well how to reply. "People think," soliloquized he to himself, "that I am made of money, I believe. This is the fourth object this year for which I have been re-gretted it exceedingly, his circumstances

"This is your subscription to the Tract Society; have you any thing to add to it? You know how much it has been doing, and how much more it now desires to do, if Christians would only furnish means. Do you not feel called upon to add something to it ?"

Mr. A- was very uneasy about his appeal, but there was something in the still, mild manner of the stranger that restrained him; but he answered that, though he re

were such that he could not this year con- and ask no more of him, if he, from this night veniently add to any of his charities. will ask no more from you?"

The stranger received back the paper without any reply, but immediately presented in its place the subscription to the Bible Society, and in a few clear and forcible words reminded him of its well-known claims, and again requested him to add something to his donation. Mr. A- became impatient.

"Have I not said," he replied, "that I can do nothing more for any charity than I did last year? There seems to be no end to the calls these days. At first, there were only three or four objects presented, and the sums required moderate; now, the objects increase every day, and call upon us for money; and all, after we have given once, want us to double and treble and quadruple our subscriptions. There is no end to the thing. We may as well stop in one place as another."

The stranger took back the paper, rose, and, fixing his eye on his companion, said, in a

voice that thrilled to his soul:

"One year ago to-night, you thought that your daughter lay dying-you could not rest for agony-upon whom did you call that night?"

The merchant started and looked upthere seemed a change to have passed over the whole form of his visitor, whose eye was fixed on him with a calm, intense, penetrating expression, that subdued him he drew back, covered his face and made no reply.

"Five years ago," said the stranger, "when you lay at the brink of the grave, and thought that if you died then, you would leave a family unprovided for, do you remember how you prayed? Who saved you then ?”

The stranger drew yet nearer, and said, in a still lower and more impressive tone, "Do you remember fifteen years since, that time when you felt yourself so lost, so helpless, so hopeless, when you thought you would give the world for an hour's assurance that your sins were forgiven you? Who listened to you then?"

"It was my God and Saviour," said the merchant, with a sudden burst of remorseful feeling; O yes, it was he."

"And has he ever complained of being called on too often ?" inquired the stranger, in a voice of reproachful sweetness. "Say," added he, “are you willing to begin this night

"O never, never, never," said the merchant, throwing himself at his feet; but as he spake the words, the figure seemed to vanish, and he awoke, his whole soul stirred within him. "O God and Saviour! what have I been doing!" he exclaimed. "Take all-take every thing-what is all that I have to what thou hast done for me?"

GOD'S JEWELS-No. II.

BY THE EDITOR.

GOD is now making up his Jewels. He is gathering together his own. Every minister of his, engaged in this work, acts as his representative. The work which they do, he does it by them. Is not the ministerial calling, a holy calling? If Christ be not in us as his ministers-if he dwell not in us, and preach not by us, the Gospel of salvation to sinners –

we are but intruders into the sacred desk. If we have been called to preach, then it is not to be reconciled to God. O, how holy is the we, but it is God who beseeches sinners by us, work of a minister, and how responsible the position he is placed in! He is the hand which God employs to gather his jewels. To reject him, therefore, is the same as to reject God. he that despiseth you, despiseth me, and he For, said Christ, speaking to his ministers, that despiseth me, despiseth him that sent

me.

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They do a work, in comparison with which all other works in the world dwindle into nothingness-in comparison with which, the efforts and achievements of the greatest statesmen and heroes are perfect vanity - the only work which is of any importance in the eye of God-a work, for the doing of which the material creation stands; and when it is finished, the material creation will stand no longerwe mean the work of gathering together God's elect-of making up his jewels. That is the work, on the progress of which angels are looking down from their heights above with intense interest. When one sinner repents, they rejoice. When a sinner is converted through the preaching of the Gospel, one of those for whom Jesus bled and died, is gathered to his ransomed flock- -a gem is found — a jewel is gathered up from the mines of deep degradation and sin, who is to be a companion

of angels, and a star in glory — and, therefore, less extent, are nothing, and lighter than

angels rejoice.

nothing in the eye of God, in comparison with This work is now going forward towards one soul, that has been adorned and enriched completion, in every country and community, with the grace that is in his Son Jesus Christ. where the Gospel is preached. It has been A worldly-minded man, we know, will be going on in the world, with varied success, apt to regard this as rhapsody, or as idle defrom the time of the fall of man, and it will clamation. For how can such a man, all be continued till the end of time. Then all whose thoughts are of the earth, earthy, whose the jewels will be gathered. In the last day, ideas are gross as materialism itself—how can the jewels of God will all have been made up, he enter into the spirit of this theme? What and none will remain to be gathered. When can he know, or think, or conceive, concernthe very last believer shall have been saved, ing God's purpose of grace? How can one and brought home to Zion with everlasting whose soul is fastened down to low, groveljoy upon his head, there will be no need for ing, carnal thoughts and pursuits, rise to any more preaching. And assuredly we are themes of a high, pure, spiritual, heavenly nataught, that all Gospel scenes are to pass ture, such as occupy the thoughts of angels, away—that the mediatorial kingdom is to and fill them with rapture? He may think our have an end-that Jesus, from being the Me-language to be but an empty rhapsody. But diator and Saviour, is to become the Judge of the world that there shall be a final separation between the righteous and the wicked, and that the righteous, having been acknowledged openly by the Judge, are to be received by him to a place of habitation, prepared for them before the foundation of the world.

O, we find ourselves utterly lost in amazement and wonder, in the attempt to grasp such themes as these! Salvation by grace- -a Ransomed Church—and the glory of God as manifested thereby. Such themes as these can possess an interest, for only such as are spiritual and heavenly-minded.

In what an impressive light does the subject exhibit the value of a redeemed soul. Think of such a soul—that soul, dear reader, may be thine - think of such a soul as it shall exist a million of years hence—but what is a million of years? Think of such a soul as it shall exist a million times a million of years

God is to receive glory in the salvation of his saints. All things in this world belong to the Church, and were created for the sake of the Church; as it is written, "all things are for your sake, that the abundant grace might, through the thanksgiving of many, redound to the glory of God." Can we not believe, and are we not bound to believe, from the teach-hence. Grasp the thought, if you canings of the Bible, that this earth, the moon and will it be any older? Will its powers be the stars, would never have existed at all, had any more decayed? Will it be any the God never had a purpose to bring to glory less radiant or glorious in the firmathem that believe in Christ? He purposed to ment of heaven, after so long a period? exhibit to an intelligent universe, the riches of But think of such a soul as not barely his wondrous grace, in the redemption of the existing for millions of ages, but as having the Church, and, therefore, he formed the earth, highest honor and grace placed upon it and all things else, as a proper theatre on having received from the impress of Jesus which to enact the scenes of redemption. And himself, the finish of beauty and perfection, when that purpose shall be fully accomplish- far exceeding what angels can ever boast, and ed, in the complete redemption of the Church, as rising during all those countless ages of its and when the last trophy of his grace shall be existence, to higher heights in knowledge and won, there will be no farther use for these felicity-and then, tell the value of such a mere outworks of creation, and they will be soul, if you can! destroyed. The scaffolding of the building will be destroyed, that the building itself, the glorious temple of grace, which for these many ages God has been erecting, may be

seen!

SCOTLAND.

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A CORRESPONDENT of the Christian Chrowicle, writing from Edinburg, says:

"I am greatly struck with the strictness "They shall be mine," God says, "in that with which the Sabbath is here observed. It day when I make up my jewels." Material is really a day of rest. All go to church. No worlds added together, and multiplied to end-light conversation, no useless employment of

time, no idle laugh even is indulged upon this wounded. Braddock braved every danger. sacred day. Everything wears a more serious His secretary was shot dead. Both his Engand happy appearance than upon other days.lish aids were disabled early in the engageFew, indeed, are those who stay away from a ment, leaving the American alone to distribute place of religious meeting. The spirit of the his orders. "I expected every moment," venerable Knox seems upon the Sabbath to said one whose eye was on Washington, "to animate all breasts, and "Love to God" (the see him fall." Nothing but the superintendmotto over the door of Knox's house) seems ing care of Providence could have saved him. written upon the face of every one, whether An Indian chief-I suppose a Shawneerich or poor, titled or peasant. singled him out with his rifle, and bade others of his warriors do the same. Two horses were killed under him; four balls penetrated his coat. "Some potent Manitou guards him," "Death," wrote

The manners of the people please me very much. True, there is not that warmth of feeling that melts every thing into its own love, but there is a delicate reserve that is exclaimed the savage. scarcely less captivating. Among my female | Washington, “was leveling my companions acquaintances, especially, do I notice this on every side of me; but, by the all-powerful most. Gentleness of manner, with sensitive dispensations of Providence, I have been profeelings of propriety, are no small virtues; and these the Scotch ladies certainly possess to a great degree.

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The city is replete with objects of interest. Holyrood Palace, the Castle, Carlton Hill, the monuments of Scott, Burns and Lord Melville, statues of Pitt, Scott and George IV., Tron and St. John's Churches, St. George's Chapel, St. Giles' Cathedral, give interest and elegance to the city. Among the many features" of Scotland, not the least interesting is the Scotch pulpit. Thomas Chalmers and Edward Irving, it is true, are dead, but their spirit yet lives. I have been to many of the churches, and have heard most of the first preachers; and, though I cannot say they surpass our own in matter, they certainly excel in manner. There is a

tected." "To the public," said Davis, a learned divine, in the following month, "I point out that heroic youth, Col. Washington, whom I cannot but hope Providence has preserved in so signal a manner for some important service to his country." "Who is Mr. Washington?" asked Lord Halifax, a few months later. "I know nothing of him," he added, "but they say he behaved in Braddock's action as bravely as if he really loved the whistling of bullets."—[ Bancroft's American Revolution.