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left him he had engaged to deliver a lecture on some scientific subject, at the Mechanics’ Institute, in the town; preparation for which soon diverted his attention from those solemn considerations that just before occupied his mind. The all-important duties which conscience urged upon his immediate regard, he then resolved to put off for a more convenient season : alas ! this never came. As he was pursuing his ordinary avocations the hand of death smote him, the dreaded scourge reached him, and in a few hours he was a disfigured corpse. Oh! when he felt the icy touch of the fell monster in its most fearful form, there was little opportunity to repent. Racked with pain of body and mind, he indeed called upon God to deliver him ; would that we could add, that he found Him in this hour of darkness his comforter and friend. But we fear to do it; charity may indeed hope, and affection! strive to believe, that, after all it is well with him. This, however, we say, we should fear to risk our soul on so dreadful an uncertainty; we should tremble to leave this world, without giving some more certain sign of a preparation for a better.
Reader, the lesson to be drawn from this brief narrative is short and simple. It is that when God says, Now ; when conscience echoes, Now; when every sudden death repeats the same monitory voice ; you do not in heart say, To-morrow. Lest when the morrow's sun shall rise and shed its beams on all things, your eyes should be for ever closed, and your soul shut up in the prison of despair, waiting for the judgment of the great day.
TIME FLIES; OR, REUBEN ROGERS. In summer we seldom think of winter, in joy we rarely think of sorrow, and in youth we hardly ever think of growing old; but when winter, and sorrow, and old age come upon us, we wonder how it was that we did not think of them more.
Reuben Rogers, when a school-boy, wrote this copy in his copybook, “Time flies ;" but when he wrote it he was thinking of his hoop, his kite, and his whipping-top, and paid but little attention to any thing else. What thought be of time? or what cared he whether it crawled or flew ?
When Reuben Rogers was a year or two older, he saw the motto on a sun-dial, “ Time flies," and this reminded him of the copy that he had written on his copy-book; but as the sun-dial stood in a garden, he very soon began to gather flowers, and the motto passed away from his remembrance. A boy in a flower-garden is seldom much given to reflection. Life is “ even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away” (James iv. 14).
When Reuben Rogers was a young man, he heard a preacher in the pulpit say to the assembly around him, “Time flies! Lay hold on eternal life!” For a moment it reminded him of the copy he had written, and the motto on the sun-dial, but it was only for the moment, and the thought passed away.
Reuben Rogers lived a reckless life to the years of manhood, caring much for this world and little for another. As he once wan. dered through a church-yard, he saw the words sculptured on a tombstone, “ Time flies ! Prepare !” His copy, the motto on the sun. dial, and the words of the preacher, were again remembered, and perhaps remembered a minute or two longer than before, but before he left the church-yard they were forgotten.
It was when the grey hair was on his head, that Reuben Rogers was laid on a sickbed without hope of recovery. “ Time flies !” said the minister who attended him; “ moments are worth more to you now, than months, or even years, were before.” Reuben Rogers felt this to be true, and the words went to his heart. What would he not have given for an hour ; but could he have given the world for it, it had been in vain. He was taken away while calling for a sin. gle moment of that time he had so thoughtlessly wasted.
“Times flies,” youthful reader, with thee, as it fled with Reuben Rogers. Remember these words. While thine eye is bright, and thy cheek red; while youth and health are thine; while thou enjoyest the present, ponder on the past, and prepare for the future.
Time flies, and before thou art aware, youth and health may fly too, leaving thee tottering limbs, grey hairs, and a graven brow.
“While seasons fly,
And health and strength are given,
THE TWO SHIPS. Some few weeks ago, on the coast of a small sea-port town in the north of England, there was a tremendous storm. The wind blew furiously,—the waves rolled high-the sea swelled and dashed about dreadfully. There was a great number of persons standing on the beach, all of whom were eagerly and intently gazing on some apparently interesting object. They were evidently in breathless suspense. They were looking at two ships, which stood some one or two hundred yards off at sea. The ships were in the greatest danger, either of being swallowed up by the waves, or dashed to pieces on the rocks. Yet the people seemed to make no movement in order to render any assistance to them. None, indeed, could be afforded. The life-boat was brought forth; but the sailors dare not venture in it, knowing it would be quite useless amid such a storm. What, however, was to be done? There were the two ships, not many more than a hundred yards from shore. Hundreds of people were watching them; yet not one could help to rescue them. They were almost given up for lost. In a little while, however, a rocket was procured, to which was attached a rope. It was then fired; it went direct over one of the ships, was caught hold of, and made fast. By this means, all the people belonging to that ship were saved. The same experiment was then tried with the other ship; but the rope was carelessly neglected, the people imagining they could save themselves without its assistance. In a few moments, that ship was wrecked, and all on board perished. Thus the crew of one ship availed themselves of a means of escape, and was saved; the other neglected the means, and was lost.
What a striking resemblance there is between these two ships and mankind !
1. Mankind are in danger. They have broken God's holy and righteous law, trampled upon His authority, and have not wished Him to reign over them. So that they are in great danger, in danger of being lost for ever; they are in imminent danger, in danger of being swallowed up by God's wrath and vengeance; in awful danger, in danger of being dashed to pieces on the rocks of God's eternal justice. But
2. They may be saved. There is a revelation from God, there is a blessed and glorious gospel, which contains good news to sinners, shewing how they may escape the wrath of God, and telling how they may be saved. Jesus Christ is set forth in the Bible as having come into the world especially to save. And all who believe in Him, and accept Him as their Saviour, shall never perish, but shall be eternally happy.
My dear reader, do you see your lost condition ? Are you aware of your great danger? Salvation is offered to you in the gospel. Will you accept it ? A way of escape is made known to you. Will you avail yourself of it? If you will be saved, you may. If you will be saved in God's way, God will save you. But if you refuse, oh, remember the warning. You will be lost for evermore. You will be swal. lowed up in God's wrath and fury. You will be drowned in His displeasure.
“Oh, hasten, sipner, to be blest,
A WORD OF ENCOURAGEMENT.Are you, my reader, seeking for spiritual life? Are you breathing for it, panting after it, searching for it? Then, be it known to you, that He who inspired that desire, is himself the Life for which you seek. That heaving of thy heart, that yearning of thy spirit, that “feeling after God, if haply you may find him," is the first gentle pulsation of a life that shall never die. Feeble and fluctuating, faint and fluttering, as its throbbings may be, it is yet the life of God, the life of Christ, the life of glory in your soul. It is the seedling, the germ of an immortal flower. It is the sunshine dawn of an eternal day. The announcement with which we must meet your case and it is the only one that can meet it is, “THIS MAN RECEIVETH SINNERS." Oh, joyful tidings ! Oh, blessed words ! Yes, He receiveth sinners,--the vilest, the mean. est, the most despised! It was for this He relinquished the abodes of purity and bliss, to mingle amidst the sinful and humiliating scenes of earth. For this He quitted the Father's bosom for a cross. For this He lived and laboured, suffered and died. “ He receiveth sinners !” He receives them, of every name and condition, of every stature, and character, and clime. There is no limit to his ability to pardon, as there is none to the sufficiency of his atonement, or the melting pity of his heart. Flee, then, to Jesus the crucified. To Him repair with your sins, as scarlet and as crimson, and his blood will wash you whiter than snow. What though they may be as clouds for darkness, or as the sand on the sea shore for multitude? his grace can take them all away. Come with the accusations and tortures of a guilty conscience,-come with the sorrow and relentings of a broken heart,come with the grief of the backslider, and with the confession of the prodigal,~Jesus still meets you with the hope-inspiring words, “Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out.” Then“return un. to the Lord, and he will have mercy upon you; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon."-0. Winslow.
BE YE ALSO READY.-Some time ago, eight persons were travelling together on the London and North Western Railway. It was Satur. day night, and a very profitable religious conversation had been carried on for some time, at the conclusion of which, Mr. Miller of London, a gentleman much interested in Ragged schools, suggested the propriety of reading a suitable portion of the sacred volume, as they were on the eve of the Lord's-day. When this had been read, the party then, in a very devout manner, joined in singing the evening hymn. At the time they were thus engaged they were getting near to the Wolverton Station. Just as they began singing the lines,
“ Teach me to die that so I may,
With joy behold the judgment-day,"an awful concussion took place, which burried seven of the number instantaneously into an eternal world. What a glorious sudden change for those who were prepared! How sad for those, if such there were, who were not prepared! Reader, you may thus be called away! “Be you also ready!”
A Page for the Young.
TAKING A RIGHT STAND. “The way is, my boy,” said an old man to his little grandson, “the way to do is, take your stand right in the first place.” “You know the little brook yonder," the old man added, "you know the brook?"
“Yes, Sir," answered Richard briskly, jumping up on his feet, for he knew the little brook, and loved it too; though he thought it was a queer question.
“ You see how the water runs down?"
“Fast and quick!" exclaimed Richard, going and looking over into the gully.
“Easy enough, don't it? down ! down !!
“Yes, Sir, it had rather go than not; it skips along from stone to stone,” and Richard smiled over the brook, “carrying every thing along with it, except now and then a great stone
“You see that rock there,” he pointed to one with his staff. “Oh,
yes, that is the great one, and if it foams and dashes and splashes ever so much, maddening and scolding as you know how it does after the rain, grandfather, carrying all the little rocks before it, that rock never moves—that rock won't budge, anyhow! and I dont believe all the rains in the world can make it.” And Richard looked up very decidedly.
“ That rock seems to have taken a stand, don't it, Richard?”
“Yes, Sir,” answered he, looking from the rock up into his grandfather's face; "yes, Sir, it's taken a stand, -taken a stand!” he repeated, his eyes glistening as if a new thought had struck him. “Just
so, I want you to stand, my boy-firm as that rock: -doing wrong will carry you down fast and easy, just like the waters, down! down! --and if you don't want to be carried down you must take a stard just like that rock-take a stand and KEEP IT,” and grandfather brought his cane firmly down upon the gravel. Richard looked down with intense interest upon
that rock; “it's taken a stand!" repeated the boy, "just as I must; and as, if the waters come ever so much, it won't move, so I must take a right stand, and keep it;" and he never, perhaps, watched the boiling, scampering brook afterwards, and he watched it often, till he became an old, old man, without the thought darting across his mind, and almost expressing itself in words, "yes, I must take a right stand, and keep it!”