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THE SABBATH MORNING.

Oh! the Sabbath morning, beau-ti - ful and bright,

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beautiful and bright, We gladly hail its golden light. All the days of labour ended one by one,

Glad are we the six days' work is done; Glad to have a day of sweet and holy rest, 'Tis the day that God has blest.

Day calm and holy, &c.

Let us spend the moments of this holy day,
So that when they all have passed away,
Sweet 'twill be to think the quiet Sabbath even,
Brings us one day nearer heaven.

Day calm and holy, &c.

Juvenile Biography.

SABINA CORDINGLY, one of our Sunday-school scholars at Idle, Shipley circuit, was born in the year 1850. At a very early age she was sent to our school, where she was quite happy, and improved in reading and in other good things, and she soon reached the select class of girls. She was greatly loved by both teachers and scholars; for at school she loved to be at the appointed hour. But though she was lovely in appearance, temper, and disposition, scarlatina seized upon her frame on the first of May 1865, and she gradually grew worse until the seventh of the same month, when she gently breathed out her spirit into the hands of Him who gave it. The day on which she died was the school anniversary, to which she had looked with pleasure, expecting, as she had done for years, to join in singing choice pieces, and to give her favourite recitation. But though she was disappointed, though death was nearer than the anniversary, yet she did not utter a murmuring word; she rejoiced "that she was going to a far better anniversary, to one in which millions of children, dressed in snowy white, would join; but, best of all, Christ would be there." Soon after she had uttered these words she fell asleep in Jesus. Her blood-washed spirit was borne on the wings of angels to “the land of the holy, the happy, the free.”

A. HEBBLETHWAITE.

HARRIET, the second and beloved daughter of Henry and Sarah Ann DIXON, of North Frodingbam, in the Driffield circuit, was born at that place on the 11th of February, 1857, and died on the 18th of September, 1865. When very young she was sent to our Sabbath-school, and when under the kind care of her teachers she manifested a thirst for knowledge, and was exceedingly attached to her books; she would constantly carry home an account of what she had read and heard whilst in the school; she had an ardent love for her teacher and superintendents, and her love for reading soon secured for her a place in the Bible class. But she was not long to meet her class-mates there; God had ordered it otherwise. She "came forth like a flower" to bloom in the

morning, but ere it was noon she was cut down. She loved the Sabbath-school, and always tried to be in her class at the proper time. She was often heard to speak of the faithful words that dropped from her teacher's lips. Though but young she was a keen observer, and had a heart that would sympathise with others. Her delight was to join others at the family altar, and often did she speak of meeting her brother and sister in heaven. At our last anniversary she recited a piece of poetry, which had a great effect upon her youthful mind; she committed to memory several chapters and psalms, for which she received rewards, and on the last Sabbath that she was permitted to attend the Sabbath. school, which was the 10th of September, 1865, she recited to her teachers the last chapter in Revelation. Her father and mother little thought that it would be the last chapter that she would commit to memory, or that it would be the last sabbath that their dear Harriet would be permitted to attend the Sabbath-school; but so it was, her end was nigh: though unperceived by her friends, she began to feel pain in her ears and head, medical aid was ineffectual, and ere a week had closed her spirit had fled to God who gave it. We beg of our young readers to think how suddenly she was taken away; does this not say to us, "Be ye also ready; for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh"? Many of her classmates and teachers visited her, but she seemed quite insensible to the tears they shed. Her affliction was short but severe, she bore it with patience. Previously to her last affliction she often spoke of meeting her brother and sister in heaven; just before she was taken so ill she prayed to God to bless her father and mother, brothers and sisters, and all Christian friends, and to take them all to heaven when they die; after about forty-eight hours of painful suffering, she sweetly fell asleep in Jesus, at the age of eight years and seven months. O. W. BULLOCK.

EDWARD AISBITT, son of Robert and Jane Aisbitt, members of the Primitive Methodist connexion, was born at Seaton Delaval, in the North Shields circuit, September 24th, 1850, and died at Sheriff Hill, Gatehead circuit, October 4th, 1865. He was early taught the ways of religion by precept and example. He had religious grandfathers and grandmothers, and an abundance of religious friends; he also attended

our Sabbath-school from being very young, yet he remained a stranger to the knowledge of God, of Christ his Saviour, and of the Holy Ghost his comforter, until a very short period before his death. His affliction, being disease of the heart, continued more or less for three years, and at last terminated his career. His parents talked to him on the importance of his soul, but he seemed to take little notice of their earnestness. When they had tried almost all means to restore him to health, but found this beyond the power of medical skill, they willingly resigned him to the will of God. He himself now began to see that his end was near, and seeing that his parents and friends were concerned about him, entreating him to believe on the Saviour, he was led to believe, and he found Him to be as good as His promise, and able to save to the uttermost all them that come to Him. And ever after this he praised the Lord, often crying, "Lord, help me! Lord, save me! thou hast saved me! thou hast pardoned my sins! thou hast made me happy! thou wilt take me to heaven! Lord, bless my father, and my mother! Lord, bless my brother!"

A few nights before he died he sent for a Christian friend who came and engaged in prayer with him, and Edward was heard praying with all his might. On the morning of the day on which he died he sent for me when I was preparing to go to work; when I went in he was sitting in a chair : he said, "I want you to pray with me." Prayer was his soul's sincere desire; I engaged in prayer with him, but could scarcely proceed, he shouted and prayed so loudly; I felt the Lord was present. A little before three in the afternoon he walked from the fireside towards the door with some assistance; when they brought him to his chair again he calmly fell asleep in Jesus. A. TAYLOR.

SAY NOTHING TO GRIEVE.

IF you know anything that will make a brother's heart glad, run quickly and tell it; but if it is something that will grieve him and cause a sigh, bottle it and keep it. Remember time flies, flowers fade, and the body dies, but character is immortal.

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THE CHETAH, OR HUNTING LEOPARD. THE Chetah, or Hunting Leopard as it is sometimes called, is one of the most elegant and graceful animals known. It is a native both of Africa and India, but it is only in the latter country that it is used for hunting game, as the Africans appear not to possess sufficient ingenuity to train the animal. The method of employing it is usually as follows: The chetah is either led blindfolded in a chain, or placed upon a hackery, or native cart, and taken as near as possible to the place where antelopes or deer are feeding. When close enough the hunter takes the band from its eyes, and directs its head towards the game. Directly the chetah sees the deer it creeps off the cart, and makes towards them as rapidly and silently as it can, carefully availing itself of the accidental cover of a bush or stone, precisely as a cat does when stealing after a bird. When it has succeeded in unobservedly approaching the unsuspecting herd, it makes two or three tremendous springs, and fastens on the back of one unfortunate deer, brings it to the ground, and waits until its keeper comes up, who induces it to leave its prey by a ladle-full of the blood, which he takes care to have ready.

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