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of children in the presence of an indulgent father, we look up to the throne and the face of our God!

It is sweet to think that this is his Sabbath. He shall have it. Away, ye busy and perplexing cares of a wicked world. Away, ye pleasures and duties that are well enough on other days ye shall be attended to in your time and place. This day belongs to God alone.” Ye shall not crowd into the heart, when its chambers have been consecrated to the presence of the

Holy One. Ye have had full possession for six weary days and nights; now, do depart, and let my religious hours alone. If I could find grace to get the victory over wandering thoughts, if I could find some closet so far remote from the world, that

t these cares and hopes and fears of every day life could not find me, then my meditation of him should indeed be sweet. "With all diligence” must the heart be kept, or the great world will crowd into the narrowest door, and press even upon the hour of prayer. Said the Psalmist, “my

is fixed.” Let me set the Lord before mine eyes, and fix my heart upon him for one single day.

Let me dwell on the glorious perfections of his character that shine so brightly in the habitation of his holiness. What amazing purity! How oppressed are archangels with a sense of his excellency! It is sweet to think that the blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin, so that poor sinners may be fitted for that presence: they may "enter into the HOLIEST by the þlood of Jesus :” and sit down (O wondrous privilege !) at the right hand of God. It is infinitely delightful to think that this glory may be ours; but how it is sweetened by the fact that Christ has made it ours. It is not all of heaven to be there; but the way there through Christ makes the anticipation exquisite beyond all others thought of its joy. Only to think that such a sinner may leave this world of sorrow and shame, and rise into the atmosphere of heaven, and shine in the light of uncreated purity, and sweep on and onward into the bosom of immeasurable love, and rejoice with cherubim and seraphs in the high praises of heaven world without end: and these joys are all the free gift of Jesus Christ. Bought with his blood, and bestowed on the hell. deserving! It is sweet to think of it.' The heart melts in the thought of it. It is sweet to begin the day with these elevating contemplations of God and heaven.

“How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,

In hope of one that ne'er shall end."

RAINY SUNDAYS.

Will you permit a plain old-fashioned country minister to offer, for the consideration of your readers, a few remarks upon the subject of rainy Sundays ? * I have often heard some very good people talk about rainy Sundays in a way which seemed to

o me was not right. “Well, here's another rainy Sunday,* one would say, "and 'I suppose

nów" we shall have rainy Sundays' all'this moon'." Another would say, "There is nothing I dislike more than to see it rain on a Sunday." Indeed, T once heard a brother minister say, "I always feel sorry when it rains on Sunday." I know he thought it was the means of thinning his congregation, and regretted to have his people kept away from the church. But in my humble 'opinion, we have no right to complain about the weather'at all. God cares for his church, and he sends the rain, What are we that we should be dissatisfied with the orderings of God's providence? We ought to be sorry, not that it rains on the Lord's day, but that so many, even of professing Christians, will allow a few drops of rain to prevent them from going up to the sanctuary to meet with their Saviour. Here is the evil. It is found in that lack of disposition to do oúr duty at all times and under all circumstances. There are too'm

many fair-weather Christianis, who, it is to be feared, do not profess that self-sacrificing špirit which our Master requires of his disciples:

Now, let me tell you one or two things which I noticed in my limited sphere, and which have a bearing upon this subjéct. I once knew a professed follower of the Lord Jesus, a communicant in the church, to ride fourteen miles through a severe storm of wind and rain, to receive a small sum which had fallen due to him that day, and though for several years he lived within two miles of the church, I never knew bim to come out upon a rainy Sunday. In fair weather he was always in his place at the sanctuary. He had the reputation of being one of the most attentive men to his worldly business in the country. Now I do not think it right to take more pains to advance our own interests, than we should take to serve God. I suppose there are scarcely any, who, because it rains in the week, close their shops or stop their business, ảnd yet they seem to think God's house must be closed; at all events, they stay away because the day is not fair as they could wish. You have heard, I dare say, about the little boy

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who asked his father, one rainy Sunday, "If he was going to church?” “No, my son,” said the father, “don't is raining ?" "Yes, father," replied the child; "but you go to market when it rains."

In the course of my ministerial duties, I have been frequently called upon to perform the marriage service for some of my young friends, and as there have been stormy wedding days, as well as stormy Sundays, I have had some opportunity of observing what effect the weather has upon the attendance of guests upon such occasions, and the result of my observations has been, that it makes little or no difference whether the day be fair or foul. I recollect an occasion of this kind, not long since, when I could not help expressing my astonishment, on such a dark and stormy night, to find so large an assemblage convened, even persons of feeble health and delicate constitutions, had ridden several miles, most im. prudently, I thought, to enjoy the festivities of the evening. It is really surprising to see how readily, in the pursuit of worldly pleasure, persons can, as it were, bid defiance to the elements; they will accomplish their object, and remove a thousand difficulties, ere they will be disappointed.

Now, I am not disposed to see the house of God almost deserted—indeed in the country it is often quite deserted upon a rainy Sunday—and hold my peace, while I know that the weather seldom interferes with their worldly pleasures. It is a settled habit with some not to go out upon a rainy Sun, day; but let it rain ever so hard any day in the week, and I venture to say, their business goes on as regularly as ever. In seasons of drought, I have been requested by the farmers of my neighbouroood, to ask the prayers of the congregation for rain, but I have never had one come to me, after our prayers had been answered, to request that their thanksgivings might be offered to him who gives the early and the latter rain. No, if it had rained the next Sunday, you would have found them at home, and not at church. Is this grateful? Is it right? Will God receive such an excuse at our hands, for neglecting a solemn duty! In country congregations, many persons keep horses and carriages — what is there to prevent them, on rainy days, from going to church? It is some little trouble, to be sure, to get ready-their horses would get wet, and so would their carriages; but horses are accustomed to get wet, and I presume carriages would not be injured by it-a few drops might perhaps fall upon themselves; and if they are well wrapped up, would a few drops hurt them? This is all the inconvenience I have ever experienced in going to the house of God in rainy weather. And I would ask if such inconvenience is to be put into the scale against God's commands? Is there not encouragement enough in that gracious promise of our Saviour, “Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them,” to induce Christian believers, at least, to practise, if needs be, self-denial, for the sake of experiencing its fulfilment?

Let us hear no more complaint about rainy Sundays; let us keep down pride, and if God has given us health, let us wrap up according to the state of the weather, and I venture to assert, we shall never destroy our constitutions by doing our duty in going to the house of God upon rainy Sundays.

A WORD TO THE WEARY. BELIEVER, look upwards when you feel heavy, and live daily on the sweetness of the command: “Casting all your care upon him, for he careth for you.” This all includes any quantity or kind of care. What then is thine, Christian ?

1. Is thy way dark? dost thou need direction ?

See Psalm xxxvii. 5. “Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him, and he shall bring it to pass.”

2. Does the burden of sin weigh thee down?

See Psalm lv. 22. Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee."

3. Do you dread the fire of persecution, lest you should be ashamed of speaking for your Saviour ?

See Luke xii. 11, 12. “Take ye no thought how or what thing ye shall answer, or what ye shall say: for the Holy Ghost shall teach

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shall 4. Do you dread health failing, or poverty overtaking you?

See Luke xii. 22, 24. “Take no thought for your life. Consider the ravens: God feedeth them : how much are ye better than the fowls!”

5. Do you dread the denial of some earthly prop or comfort?

See Heb. xii. 5. “Be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee or forsake thee.”

6. Or have I omitted to hit upon thy case ?

See Phil. iv. 6. “Be careful for nothing: (what is the reliever ?) but in every thing by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God.”.

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KURUMAN.-A MONUMENT OF MERCY. In the following communication from the Rev. Robert Moffat, we are presented with a an account of the last days of an aged woman, who had been for ten years a member of the church at Kuruman; and who,' during that period, 'walked in all the ordinances and commandments of the Lord blameless.” After a long life of sin, and captivity to Satan, she was called by the grace of God into the fellowship of his Son, and spent her few remaining years in bearing a faithful testimony to his love. Seldom has there been'a more de. cisive and animating instance of the power of Divine mercy in the salvation of the heathen"; and, with such rewards, the friends of Missions have every reason to thank God and take courage :";

« During the year, several members of the church at this station have been called away by death, among whom were three very aged widows. The character and closing scene of Litsape, the eldest, will, I have no doubt, prove interesting. She lived during the reign of four kings of the Batlapi—the tribe to which she belonged. She was baptized and received into the Church Sept. 6th, 1835, and continued to the day of her decease a warm-hearted, zealous, and consistent disciple. During a period of ten years, there was no part of her conduct to excite an unpleasant emotion in the minds of her teachers.

“ Some years ago, her only son and his wife, with whom she had lived, and on whom she was dependent, left the station, and every argument was employed to induce the venerable woman to leave with them. This importunity was the more remarkable, as she was almost helpless, and viewed by the heathen as a nonentity_or, in their own language,' a dry old hide. Her son and daughter, both unbelievers, still persisted in their endeavours to remove her ; but nothing could induce her to alter her resolution. Her replies were noble : I can be happy anywhere, if Jesus is only there ; if I can only hear his voice. You tell me I shall die of hunger heře ; ! shall trust my Saviour for that. He cared for me-He fed me and clothed me during many, very many years, when I knew him not, and thanked him not; and will he not take care of me now that I love him? You know I love him. "Leave my God and the people of God for Satan! No! Let me die where I am, and let me die of hunger, too, rather than leave the service and the people of my Saviour. He feeds my soul : I shall not die, but live.'

Finding her immoveable, they left her without a sigh; but other emotions possessed her soul. Yoù,' addressing her 'son and daughter, will soon forget me, but I will not so soon forget you; for while you sing and dance with the heathen, I shall be weeping for your souls, and praying for you, my children.' After their de. parture, she became an inmate of the family of Magame, the busband of her grand-daughter, and who, with his wife, were believers. With them she remained till her death. Her mind was ever alive to divine things, and she appeared to put the highest estimate on every word coming from God. She was never absent, even in 80s

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