not supersede obedience to the physical and organic laws: and that while we reap the rewards of obedience in the one case, we may be suffering the penalties of transgression in the other. The Christian should aim at perfection in all respects. Some of our strongest temptations are connected with physical circumstances. We should therefore include our bodily health among our moral duties.

Again no doubt much of the depression of the Christian arises from the remains of sin. Every drop of gall has its bitterness. The only resource here is, to seize St. Paul's remedy, "Go on to perfection." Holiness is essential to happiness. There never was a truer and loftier maxim. Even what you may consider small sins, must ever interfere, while they are indulged, with your peace. Needles can pierce deeper than larger instruments. A secret sin is often more injurious to the soul than an overt or gross crime. It has a character of concealment, of hypocrisy, that makes it more degrading. Are you habitually or occasionally unhappy, Christian reader? Look now deliberately into your heart, and see if the cause is not obvious. Perhaps the greatest curse your heavenly Father could inflict upon you would be a happy frame of mind while you are omitting,

it may be forgetting, his command that you "be perfect, even as he is perfect." How amazing is the undoubted fact, that many Christians s'rink from this command, because they fear that the higher responsibility and minuter fidelity of a sanctified state will form a servitude inR which they will be unhappy! Young Christian, bethink you! Is such a fancy found on the page of God's word? Is the shadowy twilight more brilliant than the full glory of the day? How superlatively wretched heaven must be, if you are correct! Christian perfection is indeed a high state, and its watchfulness and fidelity are correspondently great; but it is a state of extraordinary grace, as well as of extraordinary duty. It is perfect love that "casts out fear." Is it not, then, on the mere score of enjoyment, preferable to an inferior degree of piety? Would you be glad with joy? Would you triumph over care and anxiety, and sin and death; and, above all, over yourself and the devil? Would you have the perfection of all the happiness to be enjoyed in this world? Abandon sin. Fly from sin. Abhor it; shudder at it. Look upon its smallest stain as upon the plague spot.

Again. Are not we Christians wondrously thoughtless? Do we not walk amidst the outstanding, the blazing glories of our blessed

region, like the blind man beneath the starry grandeur of the firmament, or amid the effulgence of the sun? Does not the want of a meditative habit lead to that vacancy and cheerlessness of mind which we often feel? When we open God's word in an hour of gloom, it ought to be to us like a sun outbursting from the heaven in midnight. How full of clear counsel, and happy words, and radiant doctrine, and sweet assurance, and bounding hope, is it? O, it is indeed the gospel-good and glad tidings. How every passage dilates and palpitates with unutterable mercy and love! Glory in the highest," shouted the angels when they announced it over Bethlehem; and so should we respond, whenever we look at it.

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Young Christian, try to think as well as to feel. What mind, not absolutely in a state of fatuity, can habitually meditate upon the great topics of revealed religion, and be miserable and drivelling? Select any one of its essential doctrines, and you have what might be the text of an angel's study, and that study protracted through eternity. What a conception is the character of its God! What a topic the atonement ! How full of confidence and assurance the truth of a special providence! How relieving and consoling the fact of justification

by faith! How sublime the resurrection! and how all-glorious the truth of "immortality and eternal life!" Christian, if the gospel is true, God, even God, loves you! His Son died for you; angels guard you; devils quail before you; death drops his sceptre at your approach; the grave fades away at your feet; time will grow oblivious, and worlds waste into nothingness, while you but pass through your intellectual infancy! Lift up your hands, then, and bless the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Disdain your trivial trials, and blush to think that the possessor of all these "riches of glory" should have ever hung his head a moment in despondence.

TOO LATE.

"He that being often reproved, hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy." Solomon.

ONE of the most remarkable outpourings of the Spirit of God I ever witnessed, was at a quarterly meeting in L. In those days, and especially in that wilderness region, quarterly meetings were the high festivals of the church. They continued at least two days, the people assembled from many miles around, and most of the neighbouring farm-houses were thrown open for the hospitable entertainment of the throng.

The services commenced early on Saturday morning, and continued without intermission, except for sleep at night, till ten o'clock Sunday evening. The venerable father O. preached the first sermon with resistless power. The windows of heaven were opened, and a blessing poured out, such as we could not contain: the crowded house, and the throngs outside, about the doors and windows, seemed spell-bound. Sinners trembled and wept, and the people of God shouted for joy. During all that day and the next, prayer meetings and love-feasts occupied the intervals of the sermons, and while one

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