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when every son and daughter of injured and down-trodden Africa, shall like this pious pair walk in the commandments of God. These individuals are a great comfort to my mind, when weighed down with the sins of many, to whom they are lovely patterns of every Christian virtue.

WHEELER. AN OLD AFRICAN. One of them is an old African, the funniest old man you ever beheld. He sometimes repeats whole parables in his prayers, and says things that would make you squeamish. English people laugh outright. He once referred to some who had taken their pledge and gone back to rum again, * Ah!” said he, "they are gone back to the hot water and don't like it so cold.” Referring to sinners who turned a deaf ear to the preaching of the word, he said“What will they do when God shall speak to dem in tunders and lighten ?”

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ETHICS AND RELIGION. The scepticism most dangerous at the present day is not the gross thing it was in the last century. It drops the guise it once wore. It ceases to rave at morality now, but does what is more dangerous, it deifies it. It no longer demands freedom of character as well as thought, but claims the power to regenerate character, and mould thought and affection. It claims to be a dispensation in itself, more ethereal, more intellectual, transcendental, and spiritual than the “ former.” It calls back the confidence of men to natural religion, to first principles of justice and benera lence, to the claims of philosophy. It puts these in the place of the humbling truths of the Gospel. This is he great error and leaning of the mind in this age. It has lost confidence in the Gospel to do its own work! There is a tendency to rely and glory in natural religion, rather than revealed : in the power of justice, benevolence, and humanity, rather than in the power of the Gospel. On this ground, fortified by nature and philosophy, infidelity stakes the last great battle of earth. Here Antichrist takes his stand, and throws up his magnificent works. It is the Sebastopol of his empire, which stands or falls just as this citadel of substitutes and subterfuges (though of excellent and shining material and armour) comes into the hands of the friends or the foes of God. If natural religion, or ethical systems deduced from it, are to become the reliance of the world in its great conflict, the hope of the church is sealed, the sun of Christianity is set. It is a stratagem of the enemy to substitute the old for the new edition of God's truth; the religion of nature for the religion of Christ ; a system of morality for the faith and humility of the Gospel; and to set forth those principles to the world as its great dependence in the work of its regeneration. These are all beautiful, but cold as night, while the Gospel is bright, and beaming, and regenerating as the day! How easy it is to fall in with theories and methods that do not demand any principle or spirituality to carry them out. Ethics asks for the outward, the Gospel for the inward. The one urges reform, the other repentance. Ethics demands the development and culture of the old, the Gospel that all things should become new. Ethics requires duties, works; the Gospel these, not less, but faith also as their ground. Ethics asks for selfimprovement and enthronement, makes man his own regenerator, and laughs at the idea of self-abasement and abandonment; the Gospel commands the cutting off, the plucking out, the tearing up, the hewing the tree itself down to its very roots, that plants of grace may grow in its stead. Ethics asks for honour rather than humility, talks of rights and truths, justice and humanity, glories in reason and moral power, rather than in Christ and His

It deifies man rather than the Son of Man. It seeks to lift up human nature rather than take it all down and rebuild it. It learns of the inspiration within, rather than the oracles of God. The Gospel, indeed, recognises human government and good morals, but puts them in their proper place. And nowhere does it make any particular mode of applying human government, or ethical rules, to the work of human reformation, a test of faith or character ! Nor should we; for here charity and freedom end, and intolerance and tyranny begin. He who makes more of these than of Gospel institutions and agencies, commits a fatal error.

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And he who makes the application of these to Christian enterprise a test of character and of standing, ! may have sensibility that would lead him to shrink from using the rack or the torch, but has a spirit within him that asks for a richer sacrifice,- the good name and ! character, influence and standing, of his victim. Hel shrinks from the flesh, but stabs the soul, worth infinitely more.- Christian Mirror.

THE TURNING-POINT. It was at the beginning of the holidays when Mr. Daris, a friend of my father, came to see us, and he asked my parents to let me go home with him. They consented; and I was much pleased at the thought of going out of' town. The journey was delightful, and when we reached Mr. Davis's house, everything looked as if I was going to have a fine time. Fred. Davis, a boy about my own age, took me cordially by the hand, and all the family seemed like old friends." This is going to be a holiday worth liaving,” I said to myself several times during the evening, as we all played games, told riddles, and laughed and chatted as merrily as could be.

At last Mrs. Davis said it was bed-time. Then I expected family prayers; but we were soon directed to our !

How strange it scemed to me, for I had never before been in a household without the family altar.

Come,” said Fred., “mother says that you and I are going to be bed-fellows; and I followed him up two pair of stairs to a nice little chamber, which he called his room, and he opened a drawer, and he showed me a box, and a boat, and knives, and powder-horn, and all his treasures, and told me a world of new things about what the boys did there. He undressed first and jumped into bed. I was much longer about it, for a new set of thoughts began to rise in my mind.

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When my mother put my portmanteau into my hand, just before the coach started, she said tenderly, and in a low tone, “Remember, Robert, that you are a Christian boy." I knew very well what that meant, and I now had just come to a point of time when her words were to be minded. At home I was taught the duties of a Christian child ; abroad I must not neglect them; and one of these was evening prayer. From a very little boy I had been in the habit of kneeling, and asking the forgiveness of God for Jesus' sake, acknowledging his mercies, and seeking his protection and blessing.

“Why don't you come to bed, Robert ?” cried Fred. “What are you sitting there for ? Can't you undress?” Yes, yes, I could undress; but, ah, boys, I was afraid to pray, and afraid not to pray! It seemed to me that I could not kneel down and pray before Fred. What would he say? Would he not laugh ? The fear of Fred. made me a coward. Yet I could not lie down on a prayerless bed. If I needed the protection of my heavenly Father at home, how much more abroad! I wished a thousand wishes ;that I had slept alone, that Fred. would go to sleep.

Perhaps struggles like these take place in the bosom of every one, when he leaves home, and begins to act for himself, and on his decision may depend his character for time and for eternity With me the struggle was severe. At last, to Fred's cry, “Come, boy; come to bed !" I mustered courage to say, “I will kneel down and pray first: that is always my habit.” Pray,” said Fred., turning himself over on the pillow, and saying no more. His propriety of conduct made me ashamed. Here had I so long been afraid of him, and yet, when he knew my wishes he was quiet, and left me to myself. How thankful I was that duty and conscience triumphed.

That settled my future course. It gave me strength for time to come. I believe that the decision of the Christian boy, by God's blessing, made the Christian man ; for, in after years, I was thrown amid trials and temptations which must have drawn me away from God and from virtue, had it not been for my settled habit of secret prayer.

Let every boy who has pious parents read and think about this. You have been trained in Christian duties and principles. When you go from home, do not leave them behind you. Carry them with you, and stand by them; and then in weakness and temptation, by God's help, they will stand by you. Take a manly stand on the side of your God and Saviour, of your mother's God and Saviour, of your father's God. It is by abandoning their Christian birthright that so many boys go astray, and grow up to be young men dishonouring their parents, without hope and without God in the world.- Child's Paper.

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LITTLE EMMA, And the Letter she had from her Father. Little Emma (we read in a Canadian paper) was on a visit to her uncle in the country; and on the third day after her arrival she had been playing with her cousins in the garden at catch ball, during which the ball had been lost among the shrubs; and when it was found, little Emma was missing.

“She must be in the lower garden,” said John: so they all rushed there, but could not find her.

“Oh! perhaps she has hid in the tool house," said Martha ; but they could not find her there.

“She must be behind some of the shrubs,” said Alfred ; " let us each take a different path, and meet again at the gate ;” and off they started ; but they met again without having seen her.

They then called her, but could hear no answer. At last Jane and Alfred ran into the house, and searched in both the parlours, and then in the dining-room ; but could not find her, Jane then ran up stairs to Emma's bed-room ; and there she found her sitting on a low stool, reading. Jane crept in softly, and, looking over her shoulder, saw she was reading the Bible.

“Why Emma,” said Jane," what a hunt we have had

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