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himself for the enjoyment of the eternal Sabbath which remaineth for the people of God.

of heaven, and cares less about either. He hopes he shall go to heaven when he dies, because he supposes it is a happy place; but he cares not whether he is fittest company for holy angels, or for the evil ones that delight in sin.

Reader, are you a servant of God, or a servant of Satan? If you have been baptized, remember that you have solemnly promised to be Christ's faithful soldier and servant to your life's end, therefore, if you are serving Satan, you are a rebel and a deserter.

THE WAGES OF THE SERVANT

OF GOD.

"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you." (John xiv. 27.) "Bread shall be given him; his waters shall be sure." (Is. xxxiii. 16.) "If God so clothe the grass of the field, shall he not much more clothe you?" (Matt, vi. 30.) "The blessing of the Lord it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it." "I have been young, and now am old; yet never saw I the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread." "I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. (John x. 28.) "Fear not, little flock; it is your heavenly Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.”

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Reader, which do you like the best; the wages of the servant of God, or the wages of the servant of Satan? Of course you will say, the wages of the servant of God; but, remember, if you will do Satan's work, you must receive Satan's wages. You cannot live like a servant of Satan here, and like a servant of God hereafter. You cannot go to heaven, if you know nothing of its ways, its language, and its dress.

It happened once upon a time, that a poor English labourer did some service to a great king of France; and, as a reward, the king asked him to come and live with him in his palace in France. It

was a beautiful place, that palace; full of silks, and satins, and pictures, and carpets, and mirrors, and fine furniture. The gardens were full of flowers, and trees, and fountains, and shady walks. There was plenty to eat and drink; plenty of music, and singing, and dancing. The English labourer thought this all very fine, and was sure he should be very happy there. He began to talk to some of the fine people who were walking in the gardens, when, to his surprise, he found they could not understand one word he said; and when they spoke to him, he could not make out one word they said. He did not know their language. The king had offered him some new clothes, but he thought his Sunday vest would be quite good enough to wear every day there; but when he saw the beautiful clothes those people wore, he felt quite ashamed of his own; they were so very mean and poor by the side of theirs, he wanted a new dress. "Well," thought he, "I'll do as they do, however;" but when he came to try, he found he could do nothing as they did it. He had lived in a poor cottage all his life, and they had been trained for the palace for many years, and all their ways were dif ferent from his. He did not know their ways; and the poor man was very glad to leave the palace, where all was strange, and to return to his humble cottage again.

Sabbath breaker, suppose you were put into heaven to-night, what would you feel there? The glorious angels and saints there are all holy; they talk of holy things; they praise the holy God. You do not know their language, for you have not learned to be holy. The people of heaven are clothed in white garments, washed in the blood of Jesus. God Almighty offers you a white garment, and you will not go to Jesus to receive it; so you are not dressed like the people of heaven. The saints and angels follow God's will, and walk in his ways. You do not know the ways and will of God, and you have never given one Sabbath to try and learn them.

Sabbath breaker, if you were put into heaven, you could not be happy there, and you would rather (awful to say!) come back to your earthly pleasures again. But you cannot get into heaven, unless you know the language and the ways, and are clothed in the dress of its people. And if you cannot get into heaven, where must you go? There is only one other place-hell! You cannot be happy there. Yet there Sabbath breakers must go.

Oh dear reader, cease to be a Sabbath breaker. In mercy to your never-dying soul, give the very next Sabbath, and all the other Sabbaths you may have, to learn the language, the dress, and the ways of heaven; and may God the Father teach you, by his holy Spirit, for the sake of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

ARRACAN, IN WESTERN ASIA.

Of all the men I ever knew, brother Comstock was the most laborious. He laboured faithfully and zealously for six years, seeing

but one single convert in all that time; and yet I never heard him speak as if he was discouraged. He was always full of hope, and laboured on as if he knew the end was certain. I shall never forget my parting scene with brother Comstock and his wife. They had come down to the coast to see us off, and one evening, while we were at their house, word was sent from the ship, which lay about two miles off in the bay, that we must get ready to go on board. Mrs. Comstock, being then too unwell to go the length of the ship, took her two children, and walked with them towards a grove of tamarind trees near the house, and when she had walked some little distance she paused a moment, and looked at each of her children with a mother's look of love, and imprinted a mother's kiss upon the forehead of each; then she raised her eyes to heaven, and silently invoked blessings on their heads, when she turned and walked again into the house. Brother Comstock, and his two children, who were to return with us, for the purpose of being educated in this country, came off to the ship together, and when we had descended to the cabin, he entered one of the state rooms with his children; there he knelt with them in prayer, and then, laying his hands upon their heads, he bestowed a father's blessing upon them, tears all the while streaming down his cheeks. He took his leave of me with a gentle pressure of the hand, and I followed him to the side of the vessel, watching him as he descended into the small boat, which lay alongside, and which was to convey him to the shore. When he reached the boat, he turned his face up to me, still bedewed with tears, and exclaimed, "REMEMBER, BROTHER KINCAID, SIX MEN FOR ARRACAN." I never saw him again, and the very day we took on board a pilot off Sandy Hook was the day on which sister Comstock died. I mention these things to prove to those who think that they make great sacrifices in contributing a little to the cause of missions, that they know nothing of sacrifices at all. The last words of the brother who made such sacrifices, were, "Six men for Arracan." His grave is now at Ramsee. Sister Comstock's grave is at the same place, under the tamarind trees near the place where she lived and laboured so many years; and her children lie by her side. In Ramsee is the grave of sister Abbott; and there her children lie too. Ah! my friends, could you have seen them, you would have known what it was to make sacrifices for the missionary cause. Brother and sister Stilson are there alone, by the graves of those with whom they had toiled and laboured, and I ask you, in the words of brother Comstock, shall we go back without the "six men for Arracan"?

THOUGTS ON THE SABBATH CHIMES.

'Tis sweet to hear the Sabbath bells
Peal forth their hallowed chime;

So cheeringly their music tells

Of a holier, happier clime.

"Come, sinner, come," they seem to say,
"Come to the house of God:

Weep o'er thy sins, and learn to pray,
And hearken to his Word.

"Hear of a Saviour, great to save
Those willing to be free-

From the cold bondage of the grave,
From sin and misery.

"Hear of a Fountain open wide,
Whence purest waters flow,
And bursts a never-failing tide,
To wash thee white as snow.

"Hear of a Spirit's heavenly aid
To guide thy wayward will,
To change thy heart, when contrite made,
Thy soul with peace to fill.

"Hear of a Rock on which to stand,
Where thousand ills betide;
Hear of a brighter, happier land,

Where thou mayest safe abide.

"Mark how the preacher's outstretched arm

Points to sad Calvary's hill:

Look to the Cross in faith, and learn

To shun the future ill.

"There be thy vilest sins aton'd,

There be thy pardon sealed;
Thyself a child of heaven owned,
Thy soul's diseases healed.

"Come, sinner, then, though vile thy case,
Come, and from sin be free;
Look but to Calvary's cross in faith,
That cross was borne for THEE!

"So shall each future Sabbath chime
Fall on thy listening ear,

In tones more cheering and sublime,
Dispelling all thy fear."

So shall thy future earthly way,
With holier steps be trod,

Till the long-looked-for judgment day,

When thou shalt meet thy God.

"Thou'lt meet him there with joyful face:
Thyself most vile confess,

While standing in the robe of grace—
Thy Saviour's righteousness."

J. W. B.

GLEANINGS.

BE NOT SUSPICIOUS.-One thing you will learn fast enough in the world, for it is potent in such teaching-that is, to be suspicious. Oh! cast from you for ever the hateful lesson. Men do not think how much of their innocency they are laying down, when they assume a clothing whose texture is guile. Beware of this mock protection; for you can hardly use it without practising deceit. I do not ask you to trust always; but I would have you think well of men until you find them

they are known. Then indeed they will perceive that "all things worked together for their good," and tended to promote that end for which they were designed, even their sanctification and the meetening them for the inheritance of the saints in light. Prayer lets out trouble and brings in peace.

If you have an enemy, act kindly to him, and make him your friend. You may not win him over at once, but try again. Let one kindness be followed by another, till you have

otherwise. When you are once de-compassed your ends. By little and

ceived, either by an acted or a spoken falsehood, trust that person no more. I had it once laid down to me as an axiom by a very dear friend-and am so satisfied of the precept's truth as to make it a rule of my life-that persons rarely suspect others except of things which they are capable of doing themselves. Yes; these shadows of doubting are generally flung from some bad realities within. You are looking at your own image when you see so much vileness in your neighbour's face. How much better might not we ourselves become, if we used more largely to others that blessed charity which thinketh no evil!

AFFLICTION. The testimony of all Christians who have been tried by afflictions is the same. They all, when their troubles are past, can look, and say, "It is well." And some few have grace given them to say so even while the rod is yet chastening them. Even then they can see the "need be" for every stroke, and can rejoice in their hearts as well as in their blessings-saying with the Psalmist, "Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me." But if they cannot thus feel at the very time of endurance, hereafter no doubt they will be able to trace all the good way in which the Lord their God has led them, and will find that not one thing has failed them of all that he had promised-if not on earth, still they will do so in the glorious presence of their God and Saviour, and will then know even as

little, great things are completed. "Water falling day by day,

Wears the hardest rock away:"

Fight hard against a hasty temper. Anger will come, but resist it stoutly. A spark may set a house on fire. A fit of passion may give you cause to mourn all the days of your life. Never revenge an injury.

There is many a wounded heart without a contrite spirit. The ice may be broken into a thousand pieces-it is ice still. But expose it to the beams of the Sun of righteousness, and then it will melt.

Give not thy tongue too great a liberty, lest it take thee prisoner. A word unspoken is, like the sword in the scabbard, thine; if vented, thy sword is in another's hand. If thou desire to be held wise, be so wise as to hold thy tongue.

Riches, honours, and pleasures are the sweets which destroy the mind's appetite for its heavenly food; poverty, disgrace, and pain, are the bitters which restore it.

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