born citizen of heaven. Am I at enmity with God? Fearful state! At variance with my best friend: how unjust and wicked! It fills my soul with gloom, alarm, and fearful foreboding. Who shall settle this mat ter for me? Christ reconciles me to God. He is my "daysman." He lays his hand upon us both. His touch does not make me afraid. He introduces me, pleads for me, and God is reconciled. "He is our peace." Am I in the wilderness of this world? Is it trackless? Christ "guides me by his counsel." Psa. 73: 24. Am I wretched in myself? He makes me feel happy by the light of His countenance, and the vists of His grace. Am I in a barren wilderness? He feeds and supplies me. Psa. 23: 5. Do I feel myself a stranger and lonely? He makes me 66 no more a stranger and foreigner, but a fellow citizen with the saints, and the household of God." Eph. 2: 19. When I am lonely, He visits me. In trouble He comforts me. In danger He protects me. In difficulty, He guides me-bears with me, is never unkind to me, and from all enemies he defends me. Can any other friend or brother be all this to me? Then, too, the friendship of Christ is unchangeable and eternal. Like himself," the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever."

Do I anticipate the future? and who does not? Is it not a law of my nature? Is it not religious? What other friend can give me such good guarantees for the future, as Christ? He has said, "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." Heb. 13: 5. Do I anticipate trials? He has said," as thy day, so shall thy strength be." Deut. 33: 25. Do I anticipate affliction? He says, " in six troubles, yea in seven, there shall no evil touch thee." Job. 5: 19-Psa. 41: 1-3. Do I anticipate death with terror? He has said, "When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee, &c." Isa. 43: 2. Do I fear sinking? "Underneath are the everlasting arms." "O death, where is thy sting?" Christ has removed it. Do I dread the judgment? Christ will sit upon the great white throne, and justify me. Do I think of hell? From that he has delivered me. Do I think of heaven-the place of eternal happiness? There Christ will receive me, introduce me, never forsake me; but eternally glorify me. Rev. 7: 16-17. What a friend is Jesus! "A friend that loveth at all times, and sticketh closer than a brother."

O blessed Saviour! hast thou thus befriended me, and shall I be indifferent to thee, to thy people, and to thy cause? Hast thou thus raised me to heaven, and do I still cling to earth? Hast thou been so liberal to me, and shall I be parsimonious to thee and thine?

Wast thou devoted to the death of the cross for me, and shall I bear no cross for thee? Art thou pleading in heaven for me, and shall I be dumb when thy cause needs an advocate on earth? Didst thou become

poor to make me rich, and shall I hoard up riches, and see thy poor starve, and thy cause sink? Didst thou, O loving Saviour, stoop from the highest throne in glory, to shame-suffering and death; "even the death of the cross," for me? and in any part of this earth, shall I stand with my hands folded, and see thy cause suffer for the want of help? O my soul is this thy kindness to such a friend?. O Lord, forbid ! O Saviour, give me a heart to feel the debt of gratitude I owe thee; and aid me by thy Spirit, suitably to express the same, by mouth, heart, and life.

THE PASTOR'S LEAF.

HINT FROM THE LEVITES.-There were five things which the Levitical priests had daily to do:-to offer sacrifice,-feed, and keep alive the fire on the altar,-trim the lamps,-cleanse the sanctuary, and keep all the sacred utensils in order. The ministers of Christ should make it their daily aim, to exalt their Great Master, and to promote a religion of holy warmth, light,-purity, and order in the church of God. JAMES SMITH.

REMOVALS.-Removals from one situation to another, should not be lightly made. Some ministers seem to be bitten with a gad-fly. I have sometimes said, that if the soldiers of the allied army at Waterloo, had been as easily frightened as many of our young pastors are at a difficul ty, Wellington would never have gained that grand victory.

DR. T. RYLAND

SINS OF MINISTERS.-The sins of pastors, through the craft of Satan, biget a loathing of holy things. If God loathe his own appointments, and cannot bear them, because of the iniquities of those who offer them, no wonder if men be tempted to disgraceful apprehensions of them, when they observe some that pretend a high care and deep respect for them, live profanely. The sins of Eli's sons wrought this sad effect on the people, that "men, for their sakes, abhorred the offering of the Lord." 1. Sam. ii. 17. Those who fell off to error, and thence to abominable practices, caused the way of truth to be evil spoken of. 2 Pet. 2: 2. The priests that departed out of the way, caused many to stumble at the law. Mal. 2: 8. OLD DIVINE.

FREEDOM IN PREACHING.-Liberty in preaching, is not always followed with comfort to the preacher. When Moses smote the rock, the water followed: yet he spake unadvisedly with his lips. But the congregation was not disappointed for his fault, nor was he put to shame before them; but was humbled for it afterward.

DR. J. LEIFCHILD.

CHOICE SAYINGS.-Pastors should preach the Gospel intelligently, with simplicity, fearlessly, plainly and affectionately. In every sermon they should preach Christ, and him crucified.

This eminent man once said to a candidate for settlement: "You have struck twelve first; fools will complain of you if you do not strike thirteen next. How many young ministers unwisely make an effort to put themselves off for more than they are worth, from a foolish desire to be popular! Such a beginning is likely to have a bad ending; for, as the same discriminating man remarked on another occasion," Every thing that captivates will at length disgust; therefore popularity cannot live."

A young minister having preached for the Doctor one day, was anxious to get a word of applause for his labor of love. The grave Doctor, however, did not introduce the subject, and the young brother was obliged to bait the hook for him.

"I hope, sir, I did not weary your people by the length of my sermon, to-day ?"

"No, sir, not at all; nor by the depth either."

"I can

A YOUNG clergyman once called upon Dr. Dwight, and inquired respecting the best method of treating a very difficult and abstruse point in mental philosophy, upon which he was preparing a sermon. not give you any information upon the subject," the doctor replied; "I am not familiar with such topics, I leave them for young men."

A YOUNG 66 divine" said to an old preacher :-"How does it happen that you write but one sermon a week? I preach three new sermons every Sabbath. I could write a sermon every day in the week, and

make nothing of it." "No doubt: precisely nothing," was the reply: "but that is exactly what I wish to avoid. I labor to make something of my sermons."

REV. DR. J. M. MASON.-Many facts are related of the power of Dr. Mason's pulpit eloquence. His mind was of the highest order, his theology Calvinistic, and his style of eloquence irresistible as a torrent. When the distinguished Robert Hall heard him deliver his celebrated discourse on Messiah's Throne, at a missionary meeting in London, in 1802, it is said he exclaimed, "I can never preach again !"

*SWEET MOTHER.

BY MRS. EMILY C. JUDSON.

THE wild, south-west Monsoon has risen,
With broad, gray wings of gloom,
While here, from out my dreary prison,
I look, as from the tomb-Alas!
My heart another tomb.

Upon the low-thatched roof, the rain,
With ceaseless patter, falls;

My choicest treasures bear its stain

Mould gathers on the walls-Would Heaven
"Twere only on the walls!

Sweet Mother! I am here alone,

In sorrow, and in pain;

The sunshine from my heart has flown,
It feels the driving rain-Ah, me!

The chill, and mould, and rain.

Four laggard months have wheeled their round,
Since love upon it smiled;

And everything of earth has frowned

On thy poor, stricken child-sweet friend,
Thy weary, suffering child.

I'd watched my loved one, night and day,
Scarce breathing when he slept;

And as my hopes were swept away,
I'd on his bosom wept-O, God!
How had I prayed and wept !

They bore him from me to the ship,
As bearers bear the dead;

I kissed his speechless, quivering lip,

And left him on his bed-Alas!

It seemed a coffin-bed!

* These lines first appeared in the Watchman and Reflector, and have been copied into other papers; but we think them worthy to be published again. They were penned just before the death of Dr. Judson, after he had left Maulmain on his last voyage.