A PERSON of the denomination of Quakers once took his watch to the maker, with the following words :

"Friend, I have once more brought my erroneous watch, which wants thy friendly care and protection. The last time he was at thy school he was in no way benefited by thy instruction. I find, by the index of his tongue, that he tells false, and that his motions are wavering and unsettled, which makes me believe he is not right in the inward man,-I mean the mainspring. I would have thee improve him with thy adjusting tool of truth, that, if possible, thou mayest drive him from the error of his ways. Imagining his body to be foul and disordered, purge him, with thy cleansing stick, from all pollution, so that he may vibrate and circulate according to truth. I will board him with thee for a few days, and pay thee when thou requirest it. In thy last bill thou chargedst me with oneeighth of a pound sterling, which I will pay thee also. Friend, when thou correctest him, do it without passion, lest by severity thou drivest him to destruction. I would have thee let him visit the sun's motion, and learn his true calculation, table, and equation; and when thou findest him conformable to that, send him home with a just bill of moderation, and it shall be faithfully remitted to thee by thy true friend." S. R. B.

DELIGHTFUL EMBLEMS.

I LOVE to see sweet Spring adorning
Each hill and dale with verdure gay;
It seems the dawn of Time's first morning,
Just blushing from the sun's first ray.
I love to see a blooming flower,

That no vile insect lurks within ;
It seems a rose from Eden's bower,
Ere beauty fell a prey to sin.

I love to see a tranquil river,

When not a breeze disturbs its face; It seems that stream that flows for ever, Proceeding from the throne of grace.

I love to see a sinner weeping,

For having sinn'd against his God;
It seems the latent seed just peeping,
From underneath the fruitful sod.
I love to see a head grown hoary,
In lovely wisdoms pleasant way;
It seems a radiant crown of glory,
Which blooms to everlasting day.

Thus whilst I view the works of nature,
And through them look at nature's God;
I'll learn the praise of my Creator,

Who governs all things with his nod. So passing through this vale of weeping, I'll sweets extract from every flower; Till on my clay-cold pillow sleeping, I'll wake in Eden's blissful bower.

S. S.

THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER.

AN eminent living minister, when he left the college at which he studied, went on a visit to some of his relations. A neighbour of theirs invited some friends to meet him, one afternoon, at a social party. Among them was a female who retained marked traces of a recent and very severe illness; and she related to the company the incidents of the deep affliction through which she had passed. She had been taken ill, and gradually became worse, until at last the physician who attended her, said to her father, "I have no hope of your daughter now.

It is impossible she can recover; and I wish you to tell your child what I say." She was one of seven children. He father, who was a farmer, had made a large sum of money during the war every thing he touched seemed to turn into gold. His children were taught to think of hardly anything but the art of acquiring wealth; and gold appeared to be the only god worshipped in the family. The father, however, was much distressed at the idea of parting with his daughter; for she was a favourite. It was two days before he could bring himself to speak to her on the subject; but at last he told her what the physician had said. She received the intelligence with great composure, and said, 'Well, father, if I cannot survive, I should like to have all my brothers and sisters about me once more before I die." They were sent for; and father and mother, two brothers, and four sisters, surrounded the bed of the dying favourite. No doubt it was a mournful scene. When she had bidden to them farewell, she said to her mother, "I should like to give something to each to remember me by, when I am gone;" and her clothes, her little jewels, and her money being brought to her, a little parcel was made up for each as a memorial of her when she should be dead. Contrary to all expectation, however, from that day she began to amend; and, at the time of her appearing at the little party, she had pretty well recovered.

When she had finished her recital, the young minister observed to her, "It is not often that a person is brought so near the gates of death, and comes back to tell us how she felt. I should like to know what the state of your mind was, when you thought you were going to die!" "O," said she, "I was very happy." He replied, "It is a solemn thing to appear in the presence of God, to give an account of every thought, and word, and action. To what place did you expect to go, when you died ?" Why, to heaven, certainly," said she. "So does every body," he replied. "If you ask the drunkard, and the Sabbath-breaker, and the liar, they all hope to go to heaven. But on what grounds did you found your hope?" "Why, I never did any body any harm; I had always been dutiful to my parents, and an affectionate sister, and kind to my neighbours." “O," said the young minister, "that is delightful so far as it goes! It is pleasing to think of one who has a dutiful daughter, and a kind sister and neighbour. But had you no other grounds for hope?" "No," she replied, "were they not sufficient?" He made no direct reply; but said, "I am very thankful you did not die." "Why," she inquired, sharply, "do you think I should not have gone to heaven ?" "Yes," said he, "I am sure you would not! You were hoping to go to heaven without Christ! The Bible knows nothing of sinners being saved without Christ.

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