THE FAITHFUL NEGRO. DURING a violent storm at sea, a ship held out signals of distress, and soon a boat was seen making up to it, to rescue the crew. Among those on board was a poor negro boy, who had been entrusted with the care of two helpless orphans. The boat was nearly filled, and room was left only for the negro, or the two little ones. The inquiry now was, who shall be left behind to perish, when, to the admiration of all present, the faithful guardian. was willing to sacrifice his own life, and called out, as he lowered the helpless children into the boat, "Tell my master that Coffin did his duty!" Queen Charlotte requested Hannah More to compose a poetic memorial of this tragic event; but the gifted authoress replied, "that no art could embellish an action in itself so noble."

THE GOLDEN TEXT.

"I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto Me."-John xii. 32.

A HYMN OF PRAISE. My Heavenly Father, Thee I praise,

For parents kind and Christian friends; For peaceful nights and happy days,

And every good Thy mercy sends.

In praise to Thee my voice I lift,
But most of all which Thou hast given,

I bless thee for the wondrous gift

Of Jesus Christ our Lord from heaven.

Send down Thy Spirit from above,

And let Him make my heart His care; And shed abroad my Saviour's love, And write His name and likeness there.

CHRIST OUR SACRIFICE.

Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away our stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood, than they.

Believing, we rejoice

To feel the curse remove ;

We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice,

THE DEATH OF CHRIST. BOUND upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He ? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood and writhing limb; By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled burning thirst,

By the drooping death-dewed brow; Son of man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou!

Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil;
By earth that trembles, at His doom,
By yonder saints who burst their tomb,
By Eden, promised ere He died
To the felon at His side:

Lord! our suppliant knees we bow,
Son of God! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou!

UP IN HEAVEN.

"HIGH up in the heaven, where Jesus dwells,

Dear little baby is gone to stay;
No pain or weariness now she feels,
And Jesus has wiped her tears away.

High up in heaven, with a happy throng
Of dear little children the baby stands ;

They sing together a new sweet song,

And they hold bright harps in their little hands.

"High up in heaven, amid glory bright,

Far from sorrow and pain and sin, They walk with Jesus in robes of white, For His precious blood has made them clean.

"My darling! would you not like to go

And dwell in that beautiful home above, Where little children are singing so,

And hearing the Saviour's voice of love?"

"I'd like to go, but not all alone

You must go with me, and father too; I'd feel afraid of the shining throne,

And there's no one I love so well as you."

"My darling! my dearest ! I know well,
The sinful spirit would fear indeed
In the glorious light of heaven to dwell,
Until from its sin it was cleansed and freed.

"And Jesus knows; and He came from heaven,
And hung on the cross to bleed and die,
That a new heart might to my child be given,
Fit for His home beyond the sky.

"Then up in the heaven so fair and bright,
With the dear little baby you too shall stay,
And walk with Jesus in robes of white,

Where sin and sorrow are done away." J. L. H.

GOING TO JESUS.

NEARLY three years ago, a noble steamer was sinking with hundreds of persons on board. Only one boat-load was saved. As a man was leaping into the tossing boat, a girl who could not be taken into the boat, and who knew that she would soon be swallowed up in the deep, deep sea, handed him a note, saying,

"Give this to my mother!"

The man was saved. The girl with hundreds of other persons was drowned. The mother had the note. What do you think the little girl had written in it? Here are her words:

"Dear mother, you must not grieve for me: I am going to Jesus."

Dear girl! What faith and courage she must have had to write that note!

She was going to Jesus through the stormy waves of the angry sea, yet she was not afraid. That's the kind of faith you need, my young reader. Well, Jesus will give "Come unto Me. it you if you ask Him, for He says, ...I will give you rest."

THE DYING LOVE OF CHRIST. AMAZING love! that stooped so low, To view with pity's melting eye Vile creatures, whose desert was woe! Amazing love!-did Jesus die?

He died!—to raise to life and joy The vile, the guilty, the undone : Oh, let His praise each hour employ, Till hours no more their circles run.

He died!-ye seraphs tune your songs, Resound, resound the Saviour's name ; For nought below immortal tongues

Can ever reach the wondrous theme.

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