A third. "There is too often to be seen an indifference to that noble cause amongst the class to which I belong; this I think arises in a great measure from ignorance, which I hope your Charter will be instrumental in dispelling. This I have to confess was my own experience; I have never experienced anything else but the free enjoyment of the Sabbath, and I never thought on the value of the blessing I possessed, till I saw the advertisement for the Essays; this set me on considering what the working man would have done without the Sabbath; then the conviction that many of my fellow-workmen were deprived of the blessing, pressed upon me. I was thus led to make inquiries on the subject, and the result was, from being indifferent on the subject, zeal was enkindled in my breast, and the Essay was produced."

Another-"With respect to the Essay, it has been the means of very much improving my knowledge on the temporal advantages of the Sabbath to the working man; it has found full occupation for my thoughts, so as to exclude many indifferent, inferior, and trifling subjects from my mind; it has caused me to peruse the sacred volume of Holy Writ, with a greater degree of attention and reverence, for the purpose of investigating all the passages of Scripture relating to that Sabbath which God had made for man, and has enabled me to make a complete concordance of the word Sabbath, that will no doubt be of service to my young family. As for expecting any remuneration as a prize, I did not; being fully aware that there are many well-educated working men; myself not having been taught the common rudiments of education till I was twenty-three years of age, in a Mechanics' Institute. In writing the Essay I am amply paid, and fully remunerated, (for the trifling expence of postage and paper,) by the information obtained, by the knowledge derived, by the pleasure enjoyed,--by the temptation avoided,—and by the satisfaction of having spent several hours of my time in endeavoring to advance so good a cause. And further, if I have only given one hint that may be of the least service to the Sabbath cause, I am more than doubly compensated, in being able to render some service to the glorious cause which I have endeavored to advocate, and still continue to do."

POETRY.

THE TEACHERS.

(From "Rhymes worth remembering.")

I WANDERED in the garden, and I saw the noisome flower With all a coxcomb's flaunting pride above his fellows tower, But 'neath my feet the violet scarce showed her modest head, So lowly and obscure she lay upon her leafy bed.

I wandered in the meadow, and I saw the weed so tall
Rise proudly o'er his mates around as though he scorned them all,
But lo, the fruitful strawberry was scarcely to be seen,

It hid itself so modestly beneath its leafy screen.

I wandered by the river, and I saw upon the tide

The corks and straws and worthless things upon the surface glide;
But heavier things, I noticed well, soon vanished all away,
And, hidden from the keenest eye, deep at the bottom lay.
I wandered in the corn-field, and I saw the empty ear
Lift up its vain and hollow head above its fellows near,
But lo, the ripe and heavy ear bent lowly to the ground,
As though it shrunk in modesty from every eye around.
"Tis but the worthless, then, we see, that are so proud and vain,
And look upon their mates around with insult and disdain;
But worth and merit are content to hide from vulgar gaze,
Desirous rather to deserve than gain the voice of praise.

"HIS END WAS PEACE."

[Suggested by reading the above words on a tomb in Crondall churchyard.]
"His end was peace;" and this is all we know—
But oh, how much these simple words contain,

Do they not say a Christian sleeps below,
Freed from the miseries of this world of pain,
Do they not tell of calm and blissful rest,

And a bright home among the good and blessed?

"His end was peace:" ah! what, was then his life?
Were dire disease and woe his earthly dower?

Or had he to endure the stormy strife

Of the world's warfare, and of Satan's power?
It might be so; but now he is at rest,
His soul reposes on the Saviour's breast.

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"His end was peace;" his sorrows all are past
Forgotten in the "fulness of his joy,"

He mourns no more—the haven gained at last—
And endless praise is now his glad employ;

He weeps not now, for sweet and holy rest

Is his fair portion, 'mid the good and blessed.

ANNIE WHITE.

WORDS OF MERCY.

Now is full and free redemption,—
Widely let the tidings sound:
Men of every race and colour,
Come to Jesus!

Come from earth's remotest bound!

Call the dark son of the tropics,

Him who braves the Arctic cold—
Hottentot, and painted savage,
Come to Jesus!

Widely let his woe be told.

Yes, let each despairing sinner,
Taste the riches of his love,
Deeply dyed in sin and burthened-
Come to Jesus!

Fathomless his love shall prove.

See, he calls you to his bosom,
Asks you on him to depend;
Tell him unreserved your sorrows,
Come to Jesus!

Trust him, love him, as a friend.

When the rod of sharp affliction
Bows the spirit to the dust,
Then for consolation seeking-
Come to Jesus!

Then, his healing mercy trust.

Those who wilfully reject him,

Shall not always hear the word;

Soon, no more those sounds of mercy,
"Come to Jesus!"

Loudly echoing shall be heard.

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