riotous living. Often reproved by conscience and friends, she has hardened her neck, thinking that, because sentence was not executed speedily, therefore it would never be administered. But, alas! the latent fires of physical and moral disease, engendered in youth and fed in riper years, have broken forth in wild and desolating fury. She writhes in agonizing pains! Her heart is pained as she reflects on the past, and her whole soul shrieks with dread at the forebodings of the future! Her flesh and her body are consuming, the scene is thickening around her brain, she gasps in death! The last we see of her, fierce thunderbolts are aimed at her head, and who can affirm that they will not fall to crush her in the other world? Surely none who believe the Bible.

I am aware that I must close this sketch; but, O my young friends, my heart warms in your behalf! Suffer the word of exhortation. Weigh well the vanities of the world. Ponder often and deeply upon the retributions of eternity. The Bible is your CHART. In it is mapped out the PATH OF LIFE. Enter that path,— walk in it,— persevere in it,— PRESS ON, and from afar you will soon behold the glittering temple of Jehovah! Yonder is your home. It is a pure world, and it is yours, if you now fly to Christ. Then you too may "live and sing forever and ever."

PRAYER.

MORE things are wrought by prayer

Than this world dreams of. Therefore let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me day and night.

For what are men better than sheep or goats

That nourish a blind life within the brain,

If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer,

Both for themselves and those who call them friends.
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

TENNYSON.

"TO BE SAVED FIRST IN CASE OF FIRE.”

BY MRS. D. M. F. WALKER.

SUCH was the inscription on a strong, well-built cabinet, which stood near the main entrance-hall to a nobleman's mansion. After his death the chest was opened, and found to contain all the toys, clothing, &c., of an only child, who had long been dead. Such was the father's love, that he had preserved and cherished every memento of the departed one, as the choicest of his treasures.

fire;"

If, then, these perishable relics were so dear to him, how sacred to us, who are parents, ought the living originals to be! We should inscribe on them a choicer motto than to be "saved first in case of ;"—"Saved first for time and eternity!" Saved before wealth, honor, or ease; saved from the thousand vicious influences which surround them; saved from the pitfalls of sin and Satan; saved from the false sentiment, the scepticism, the infidelity of the age; saved from the fawning sycophancy which is paid to birth and wealth, at the expense of true worth; saved from the moral cowardice which is too often manifested in high places, filled by men who dare not advocate a just and righteous cause, unless it is popular. Our sons and daughters must be saved from all these things, and many others, if we would have them become blessings to the world. Until a generation come on to the stage of action who dare to obey God rather than man, we can only expect the same corrupt public sentiment we at present have.

This change is to be brought about, in a great measure, by the influence of parents. They must not only give the precepts, but set the examples; must take a decided stand for right and truth; must have the moral courage to sacrifice wealth, and even character, if need be, on the altar of justice and humanity.

A radical reform in the morals of the community can no more be effected without martyrs to the cause, than could the Reformation in the days of Luther. Will not that class of mothers, with whom I deeply sympathize, who are overburdened with domestic cares, make an effort to think, at least, beyond the confines of the kitchen and nursery? As they are the persons who do much of the work in the physical world, so must they do very much of it in the moral world.

din -gle and brake, The long shadows lie on the breast of the lake, And

dew-drops bespangle the green. And dew-drops bespangle the green.

Up, Lady, and catch, from the hue of the morn,
Its beauty to bloom on thy cheek;

Go forth to the woodlands, where incense is born;
Where the robin his matin repeats from the thorn,
And dread not thy slumbers to break.

The morn thus to thee shall its beauty impart,
Fresh health in thy bosom will glow,

A thrill of pure pleasure will spring in thy heart,
All unknown to the dreamer, unrivalled by art,
Which morning alone can bestow.

Then wake, gentle Lady, no longer repose,
For thy life is full short at the best;

Would'st thou bloom like the lily or blush like the rose?
Be abroad when the golden sun earliest shows

His eye at the gates of the east.

LITERARY NOTICES.

COUNT STRUENZEE. Published by Jewett & Co., Boston.

Count Struenzée was born at Halle, in Germany, in 1737, was educated at the University in that place, chose the practice of medicine as a profession, and in 1768 he received the appointment of physician to the King of Denmark. Having gained the unlimited confidence of both the king and queen, he was subsequently appointed prime minister, and eventually obtained unlimited sway. He used his power to remove corruptions, with so much boldness and severity, that he offended both the nobility and the common people, and his enemies laid a plot for his ruin. He was charged with high treason, tried, condemned, and executed, April 28, 1772.

During his confinement in prison he was visited by a Danish pastor, named Munter, who made notes day by day of his conversations with him, and these conversations compose this volume. Struenzée was a sceptic; but, through the influence of this good man, became a penitent and a Christian.

THE YOUNG LADY'S GUIDE. By Harvey Newcomb. Published by M. W. Dodd, N. Y City.

Generally speaking, all persons who are good have become so, and continue to be so, by laying under contribution every kindred influence brought within their reach. They not only make good things contribute to this end, but also evil; for vice with many persons,

"To be hated, needs but to be seen."

Perhaps, next to good parents, good books assist most in the formation of a right character. We are much pleased with this book, and all parents should read it, and then present it to their daughters, as soon as they are old enough to read and understand it.

LAST LEAF FROM THE SUNNY SIDE.

Published by Phillips, Sampson & Co.

This "Last Leaf," or rather these Last Leaves, from the author of the "Sunny Side," were written by the late Mrs. Elizabeth S. Phelps, of Andover, Ms. The volume contains four Essays; which, with a sketch of the life of Mrs. P., written by her husband, make three hundred and forty-two very interesting pages, especially the Memorial of her life.

THE SHADY SIDE. Published by Jewett & Co., Boston.

A counterpart of Sunny Side, portraying the peculiar trials of a minister in a country parsonage. We take pleasure in announcing this book, for the time has fully come when the conduct of certain little persons, found in all places where a minister can be found, should be held up to the reprobation of the public.

FATHER BRIGHTHOPES. Published by Phillips & Sampson, Boston.

A very attractive book for the young, conveying, in a pleasant conversational style, instruction in relation to many important moral duties.

DR. ROBERT MORRISON was the first Protestant missionary to China. He became pious at an early age, and abounded in works of charity and piety even in his youth.

By his indefatigable industry, perseverance and patience, he mastered the amazing difficulties of the Chinese language, and eventually presented to the Missionary Society the entire Bible translated into that language. His labors were performed amid great discouragements and annoyances, which would have disheartened ordinary men.

He was in the habit of shutting himself up in his room in pursuing the acquisition of the language. Nor did his task cease at night. His coarse earthenware lamp supplied him with light, while a large book, set upright, leaned against it, and kept the flame from being blown out by the wind. He did not care for ease, but lived for a great end. He performed a mighty work, and the millions of China will one day revere his name.

Dr. Morrison made Macao his home; and it is at Macao, outside the city walls, in the English burial-ground, that he lies buried, under the shadow of flowering trees The above is a picture of his tomb.