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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.


COME Henry, look at yonder snow,

So white o'er all the ground,
And see how many thousand flakes
Are falling all around!

Yes, Mary, and how nice it looks,

I often wish 'twas sweet;
I've very often tasted it,
But 'tis not good to eat.

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 ;
And though your sins as scarlet be,
They shall be white as snow.".

Yes, sister, but pray will you state

How we talk with the Lord ?


Why, you must read, and meditate

On his most holy word.
There you will find that Jesus' blood

Can cleanse their souls from sin,
Who, by his Spirit and his word,

Believe and trust therein.


So let us both kneel down, and pray

That we may be forgiven,-
Our scarlet sins all wash'd away,

Our souls made fit for heaven.

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Ere the morning of life be gone by,

Or the eve of probation comes on,-
When old age makes thee say, with a sigh,

“ Alas! all my pleasure is gone!"
Ere the bright sun of youth becomes dark,

Or the moonlight of hope's on the wane,
Or the stars of delight lose their spark,

And “the clouds return after the rain," —
Let the Saviour's sweet voice be obey'd,

Ere the age of infirmity come, -
When the blossom of life 'gins to fade,
And thou art approaching the tomb :

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.

S. S.

J. F. Winks, Printer, High street, Leicester.

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