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consequently, Roberts was drawn up, and Verran threw himself down, and placed his poor devoted head under a piece of plank in one corner of the shaft, awaiting the moment when he should be blown to atoms. Just as Roberts got to the brace, and was looking down with trembling apprehension on the fate of poor Verran, the whole went off with a tremendous explosion, and a small stone struck Roberts severely on the forehead as he was looking down the shaft. To the inexpressible surprise and joy of the men at the brace, they heard Verran cry out, “Don't be afraid, I am not hurt!” Roberts immediately descended, and found that the great burden of the blast was thrown in every part of the shaft except the corner where poor Verran was coiled up! This extraordinary circumstance has produced a considerable sensation throughout the district. Not only do they view the escape as a miraculous interposition of Divine Providence, but the conduct of Verran as a noble instance of what a real Christian will do in the moment of extremity.-Mining Journal.
So white o'er all the ground,
I often wish 'twas sweet;
MARY To eat! God gave it, you should know,
To cheer and warm the ground; And when you're looking at the show,
Just call his word to mind. “O come,” saith the great God,“ to me,
And let us reason now ;
How we talk with the Lord ?
Why, you must read, and meditate
On his most holy word.
Can cleanse their souls from sin,
Believe and trust therein.
REMEMBER NOW THY CREATOR."
So let us both kneel down, and pray
That we may be forgiven,-
Our souls made fit for heaven.
"REMEMBER NOW THY CREATOR.”
Or the eve of probation comes on,-
“ Alas! all my pleasure is gone!"
Or the moonlight of hope's on the wane,
And “the clouds return after the rain," —
Ere the age of infirmity come, -
Let that blessing, Religion, be thine,
Ere thy days turn to sorrow and pain, Or affection begins to decline,
And “the clouds return after the rain," O how great are the blessings that spring
From an early surrender to God ! It lends to the spirit a wing,
When the body returns to its clod : Then, dear children, the Saviour obey,
Whilst the powers of reason remain,Ere the bloom on the cheek dies away,
And “ the clouds return after the rain." Soon, soon, the blest season will end,
And the dark boding winter appear,When no life-giving showers descend,
And hupe is sunk down in despair; Then the comforts of life are all fled,
And the world appears wretched and vain, But all hopes of a better are dead,
And “the clouds have come after the rain." Then, while the gay morning of youth
Sheds its health-giving balm on the soul, Remember thy God of a truth,
Submit to his gracious control; Then thou shalt be happy in life,
And happy when life's at a close, Then arise from this valley of strife, To a world of unending repose.
J. F. Winks, Printer, High street, Leicester.