Till bright in the far-off distance,
Like sun in a pictured scene,

As I round the hills of Autumn

The sweet spring-times are seen.

VIII. ISAIAH XLII. 16.

I KNOW not the way I am going,
But well do I know my Guide ;
With a child-like trust I give my hand
To the mighty Friend by my side.

The only thing that I say to Him
As He takes it, is, "Hold it fast,

Suffer me not to lose my way,
And bring me home at last."

As when some helpless wanderer,
Alone in an unknown land,

Tells the guide of his destined place of rest,
And leaves all else in his hand:

'Tis home, 'tis home, that we wish to reach ;

He who guides us may choose the way; Little we heed what path we take,

If nearer home each day.

FROM Spiritual Songs.

IX.-WORK.

IT is of real importance to the circle around each, that they who are experiencing the undefined sadness of departing youth, should learn to sing as in the days of their youth; and that they whose affections have been torn or left lonely by the adverse circumstances of Life, should be seen rejoicing, because they have fixed them upon the Home and affections above.

Work.-BY MISS BREWSTER.

X.

WOULD you be young again?

So would not I!

One tear to memory given,

Onward I'd hie!

Life's dark flood forded o'er,
Almost at rest on shore,

Say-would you plunge once more
With Home so nigh?

If you might, would you now
Retrace your way?

Wander through stormy wilds,

Faint and astray?

Night's gloomy watches fled,
Morning all beaming red,

Hope's smiles around us shed,
Heavenward away!

Where are those loved ones,

Our joy and delight?

Dear, and more dear, though now

Hidden from sight!

Where they rejoice to be,
There is the Land for me!
Fly time! Fly speedily!
Come Light and Life!

LADY NAIRN. Lyra Christiana.

XI-"JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY." WATCHER Who wakest by the bed of pain, While the stars sweep on with their midnight

train,

Stifling the tear for thy loved one's sake, Holding thy breath lest her sleep should break, In thy loneliest hour, there's a Helper nighJesus of Nazareth passeth by!

Stranger! afar from thy native land,
Whom no one takes with a brother's hand,
Table and hearth-stone are glowing free,
Casements are sparkling, but not for thee;
There is One that can tell of a Home on high-
Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!

Sad one, in secret bending low,

A dart in thy breast the world may not know, Wrestling the favour of God to win,

His seal of pardon for days of sin,

Press on, press on with thy prayerful cry— Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!

Mourner, who sittest in the churchyard lone,
Scanning the lines on that marble stone,
Plucking the weeds from thy children's bed,
Planting the myrtle and rose instead ;
Look up from the tomb, with thy tearful eye,—
Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!

Fading one, with the hectic streak

In thy veins of fire, and thy wasted cheek, Fear'st thou the shade of the darkened vale? Look to the Guide who can never fail!

He hath trod it Himself! He will hear thy sigh!

Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!

XII.

LORSQUE sur cette terre on se sent delaissée Qu'on n'est d'aucun mortel la première pensée, L'on se désintéressé enfin de soi même,

L'on cesse de s'aimer, si personne ne nous

aime.

MADAME DE STAEL.