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THE DYING GIRL.

BY ALFRED TENNYSON. I THOUGHT to pass away before, and yet alive I am; | And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb.

How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year!
To die before the snowdrop came, and now the violet's here.
O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies,
And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise,
And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow,
But sweeter far is death than life, to me, that longs to go.
It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,
And now it seems as hard to stuy, and yet His will be done!
But still it can't be long, mother, before I find release ;
And that good man, the minister, he preaches words of peace,
O blessings on bis kindly voice, and on bis silver hair!
And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
O blessings on his kindly heart, and on his silver head !
A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed.
He shewed me all the mercy, for he taught me all the sin,-
Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will let

me in;
Nor would I now be well mother, again, if that could be,
For my desire is but to pass to Him who died for me,

I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death-watch beat,
There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet.
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hands in mine,
And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign,
All in the wild March-morning, I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all ;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning, I heard them call my soul.
For, lying broad awake, I thought of you and Effie dear,
I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer bere;
With all my strength I prayed for both, and so I felt resign'd,
And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.

I thought that it was fancy, and I listen'd in my bed,
And then did something speak to me I know not what was

said;
For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind,
And up the valley came again the music on the wind.
But you were sleeping; and I said, “It's not for them : it's

mine :" And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window-bars, Then seem'd to go right up to heaven, and die among the stars. So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go ; And for myself indeed I care not if I go to-day, But Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away. O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may

shine, Wild flowers are in the valley, for other hands than mine. O sweet and strange to me it seems that ere this day is done, The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the sunFor ever and for ever with those just souls and trueAnd what is life, that we should moan? why make we such

ado?

For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home -
And there to wait a little while, till you and Effie come-
To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast-
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are

at rest.

TO MY INFANT SISTER.
ERE the bud reached the opening flower,

Or bloomed in colours bright and fair,
Death marked it in a fatal hour,

And soon performed his office there :
But now, thou dost immortal bloom,

Beyond the confines of the tomb.

G, G.

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" What have we got here ?” I will tell you It is a picture of one of the ugly idols which is. worshipped in the East Indies. The name of this is Indru, or the “ King of Heaven ;” and the wicked priests make the ignorant and foolish people believe that he can do many wonderful things for them. But it is only a stupid senseless idol, without life or motion, as the Bible says :-" Their idols are silver and gold, the work of meus' hands. They have mouths, but they speak not; eyes have they, but they see not: they have ears, but they hear not; noses have they, but they smell not: they have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not; neither speak they through their throat. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.” To such things as these the Heathen pray.

In June we inserted an account of a Childrens' Missionary Meeting, connected with the London Missionary Society. We now give another connected with the Baptist Missionary Society. This Society was the first in the field, and as it is now fifty years since it was formed, they are this year celebrating its Jubilee. Many great meetings have been held; one at Kettering, where the Society was formed, was assembled under a large tent, and many thousands were present. Children's Jubilee Meetings have also been held; one at Sharnbrook, Bedfordshire, was also held under a tent, which would accommodate 3,000. It was a delightful day, and the children had tea and were very happy. About £100 was collected. The following tells what took place at a children's meeting in London.

JUVENILE MISSIONARY JUBILÉE.

On this interesting occasion about one thousand children, connected with Baptist Sunday Schools in the district, with their teachers, assembled in New Park Street chapel, Southwark, to celebrate the Jubilee. We have seldom attended a meeting composed of adults in which more order and decorum were observed than on the present occasion. The childreu-nearly all of whom, with their teachers, wore the Jubilee medals—appeared highly gratified, and paid remarkable attention to the respective speakers. Their expressions of applause at the commencement and close of every speech, proved that they were not altogether strangers to the mode in which public meetings are usually conducted; and when the resolutions were submitted for their adoption, a forest of hands was held up in their favour, while “on the contrary” being put, we did not observe one child that voted against them.

The Rev. J.BELCHER said, When I was a little boy I was a Sunday Scholar. There were no such meetings as this then; it is quite a vew thing, reserved for you to see and to enjoy. We must have a Chairman, and it should be some one who belongs to a Sunday School. We have a gentleman on the platform who was one of the founders of the Sunday School Union, and is now its Treasurer. I shall propose that W. B. GURNEY, Esq., be requested to take the chair.

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