vidual of the human race afflicted with five years of longevity to the average of I am, with great respect, dear Sir, your friend and Christian brother, JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. this artificial passion, could prevail up-human life. Young Men of Britain! Ye who are now victims of this foul and costly habit, who among you will follow this illustrious example? Why should there be found one who refuses? Does not every consideration, whether of cleanliness and Christianity, good sense or good morals, recommend it? But we must fortify the great President of the Republic by one of the first and most renowned American divines. The following, then, is the opinion of the REV. DR. BEMAN ON TOBACCO. death, in which I fully believe the use of tobacco had much to do. One was the case of a lady, who was an inveterate snuffer. I know a man, now in the prime of life, who is probably an incurable paralytic, whose disease, in the opinion of his friends, was either caused, or greatly aggravated, by the excessive use of tobacco. A MAN might just as well use any other poison, till his organic instincts are changed by habit. Smoking, chewing, and snuffing, all belong to one category. Bad digestion, headache, nervous derangement, palpitation of the heart, and the decay and loss of teeth, are among the ordinary effects, and are almost as sure to follow the use, as the habit is to be formed and prac-physicians keep silent as they do. The tised: "We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen." I have witnessed the most deplorable effects produced by the use of tobacco among students in college. It often proves fatal to health, and, I believe, to life. At an early period, and under the influence of sedentary habits, the constitution often sinks under it. I should rejoice, if its use, in every form, were prohibited in every college in our land. It is a vice which should be exterminated, by the operation of law, from schools of learning. The hand of discipline should be applied with rigour to this evil. I have known many cases of dyspepsia, evidently caused by smoking and chewing. Indeed, this is a common and every-day effect. In the course of my ministry, I have known two cases in my own congregation of SOMETHING CHEAP. BY CHARLES SWAIN. But cases are endless. I wonder To American community is full of the vic- Poetry. 'Tis worth more than distinguish'd birth, Or thousands gain'd a year; THERE's not a cheaper thing on earth, It lends the day a new delight; Nor one yet half so dear; 'Tis virtue's firmest shield, And adds more beauty to the night Than all the stars may yield. It maketh poverty content, To sorrow whispers peace; It is a gift from heaven, that's sent For mortals to increase. It meets you with a smile at morn, It lulls you to repose; A flower for peer and peasant born, An everlasting rose. A charm to banish grief away, To snatch the frown from care; Turn tears to smiles, make dulness gay, Spread gladness everywhere; And yet 't is cheap as summer's dew, That gems the lily's breast A talisman for love as true As ever man possess'd. As smiles the rainbow through the cloud, That still its sweet way wins; This angel of our home. What may this wondrous spirit be, THE WILL AND THE WAY. You mutter that temptation You would do right, yet are forced Now I tell you, your sins current As, wherever there's a will, Nay, never shake your head, nor Hard though it seem, it will seem easier And I know the truth is spoken That, wherever there's a will, Do not say you cannot do it, Up! a battle is before you! You ought to win the victory, For, wherever there's a will, Not, however, in your own strength But if Christ help in the battle Then, indeed, with joyful triumph "Now I KNOW, where there's a will, There's a way." The Children's Gallery. THE POWER OF GRACE ILLUSTRATED IN THE EXPERIENCE OF JAMES AND CATHERINE CUTHBERT. UNDER this title, there is a pretty little book written by the Rev. Alexander Cuthbert, which is worthy of being read. James was so lovely a boy that he took a very firm hold, not only upon the hearts of his parents, but also of his teachers. On being seized, it was hoped he might recover from the disease, called bronchitis; but it took such a turn as to cut off all hope. The father says: His sufferings became much more severe, and it was not without great difficulty and pain that he could speak, even in the faintest whisper. Soon after midnight, however, when it be came evident that the crisis was approaching, we expressed to him our fears, for the purpose of ascertaining | from our moistened eyes. His emotion the state of his feelings in reference to at that time was too deep to find exthe change which he was about to un-pression in any other way; and if he dergo, and that we might, with more effect, direct his mind to the solemn realities of eternity. He exhibited not the slightest indication of fear or apprehension; and although he was gasping for breath, and tossed about by the violence of the disease, he made an effort to compose himself while prayer was offered up on his behalf. Being aware of the importance and the solemn nature of the exercise, his mind was quite absorbed, and he seemed to feel that he was in the immediate presence of the great Supreme. When the exercise was concluded, he stretched himself down, and, turning round, he said to me, as I sat upon the bedside, "Now, papa, I wish you to talk to me about Jesus." He had often before listened with the greatest attention to the Scripture account of the Saviour's mysterious incarnation, the design of his mission to our world, the circumstances of his death, his ascension to heaven, and the work in which he is engaged there; but these important themes being connected with the wellbeing of the soul through eternity, were contemplated by him with a holy seriousness, and, knowing that he was about to leave the world, he took part in the conversation with all the interest of one who felt their preciousness. He had great enjoyment in hearing the description contained in the latter part of the Book of the Revelation, of the glory of the heavenly state; and the artless exclamations which he uttered as the different parts of the glorious scene passed before his view, clearly showed, that mingled emotions of wonder and delight were excited in his mind. Being asked, shortly afterwards, if he was willing to leave us and go to Jesus, he unhesitatingly answered, "Yes." He felt keenly, however, at seeing our distress; and was more concerned about us than he was about himself. Though struggling in the agonies of death, he seemed to forget his own sufferings, and, with all the affection for which he was distinguished, he raised himself up, threw an arm around each of our necks, kissed us, and wiped away the tears could have given utterance to it, he doubtless would have said, in the language of the Saviour to the sorrowing individuals who followed him to Calvary, "Weep not for me, but weep for yourselves." There was, indeed, no cause of sorrow on his account, for his sufferings were about to terminate for ever! In a short while afterwards, when respiration became still more laborious and painful, he exclaimed, after a moment of agony, "Oh! when will this stifling be done!" When he was told that it would soon be at an end, and that all would then be well, he said to me as I was supporting his head, "But, papa, shall I get into heaven to-day?" "Yes, my dear boy," was the reply; "there need be no doubt about your getting there to-day." It would be wrong to suppose that these expressions were dictated by fretfulness or impatience. No such feelings, through the whole of his illness, for a single moment distressed his mind. He enjoyed perfect composure, and never gave vent to a murmuring thought; he lay quiescent and submissive in the hand of his God and Saviour. Thinking, perhaps, that he could breathe more freely if he were in a different position, he desired to be taken out of bed; and when he was lifted up, he said to me, "Papa, I wish you to pray again." "Yes, my dear boy," I replied; "but what shall I pray for ?" Without hesitating a moment, he said, Pray for me." He still felt the need of looking to Jesus for strength to support him while the conflict lasted, and he engaged in the exercise with the greatest composure and seriousness; and it was the last exercise of the kind in which he formally engaged. His mind, however, was still absorbed in heavenly things; for, as soon as it was concluded, he said, "Papa, talk to me again about the Saviour." For a little he manifested the same interest in the high and important themes connected with salvation; but the tide of life ebbed apace, and his sufferings became so agonizing, that he was incapable of fixing his thoughts upon anything else, yet did he not utter a murmuring expression he manifested throughout a measure of resignation and fortitude seldom exhibited by aged Christians in similar circumstances. After tossing and struggling for a while, he sunk into a comatose state; and about eleven o'clock on Friday morning, when he was little more than five years of age, he entered into the joy of his Lord. Not long after the death of James, his little sister, Catherine, was taken ill of a malady, for which there is no cure. The father's account of her last days, which is very instructing and affecting, runs thus: 66 On the second day of her illness, her mother intimated to her that she feared she was to be taken away, and asked her where she thought she would go. Without seeming to be conscious of a doubt or a fear, she unhesitatingly said, that she would go to heaven; that Jesus had died for her sins; and that he would take her to himself. She then asked if she was quite willing to go. Oh, yes," she replied; "but, if it were God's holy will, I would stay a little longer with you." Sometime afterwards, when conversing upon the same topic, and when a question of a similar nature was put to her, she said, “I am quite willing to die, and would much rather go to Jesus than stay here." Her mother, who was sitting at her bedside, weeping, asked if she still loved her: "Oh, yes," she answered; "but I love Jesus better than you and papa." And then she exclaimed, with great earnestness, "Come, Jesus, come and take me away." But seeming to fear that these expressions would distress her mother more, she immediately added, "Do not be sorry for me, mamma, when I am dead, and be sure not to cry." About that time, she requested that her little brother might be brought to her, and, with an elevated composure, bearing no faint resemblance to the state of mind manifested by some of the patriarchs immediately before their death, she took him affectionately by the hand, bequeathed to him some articles which belonged to her; bade him not be sorry for her though she was to leave him, as she was going away to heaven; and then gave instructions about some things which she had received from one of her most attached companions. During the succeeding night, which was one of extreme suffering, she spoke more fully of her joys and hopes than she had previously done. Although racked with pain, she continued at one time for a whole hour, without ceasing, to speak with high animation of the sufferings of Christ, glories of heaven. But she dwelt more the resurrection of the body, and the especially upon the inspired descriptions of the upper world, which are given in the New Testament. She said she had been reading, just before she was taken ill, some of the last chapters of the Book of Revelation; and that heaven was called the New Jerusalem, the city of the living God. And, after speaking with elevated pleasure of its resplendent walls, its pearly gates, and its golden streets, she said, "And there will be no pain nor sickness there, mamma, and no more suffering-there will be no night—it will never be dark-the people that dwell there need no lamps, for the Lord God and the Lamb are the light of it." At the same time she spoke of the society of that place with feelings to which language cannot do justice. On being reminded that she would see Jesus, and her dear little brother who had gone there before her, she added, "Yes, mamma, and I will see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and Joseph, too, mamma; and Moses, and Paul, and all the apostles and good people of whom I have been reading in the Bible." The limb, which was swollen to an enormous size, gradually became less, and great quantities of matter were discharged, in consequence of the bone being completely corroded; but the violence of her sufferings had seriously affected some of the vital organs. Symptoms of inflammation of the brain began to appear, and her energies were completely prostrated. Her intellect became occasionally clouded; and the restlessness and incessant tossings which, in most instances, accompany that fatal disease, altogether prevented her from engaging in any lengthened | ing peace, and full of the hope of imconversation; but her mind was never mortality. The case furnishes a very diverted, for any length of time, from the all-absorbing theme which filled instructive and impressive illustration her soul. The feeble effort to restrain of the nature of faith and of true the heaving of the breast, when a suit- Christian experience, which mean just able passage of Scripture was repeated, the effect of the truth on the heart of believers. The young reader may here see, that conversion is a blessing the youngest may enjoy, and faith in Christ a command the youngest should obey. and the heavenward motion of the sunken, glazed eye, when I, or any other individual, offered up a prayer for her, indicated the direction of her thoughts; and they conveyed the notion to those that were standing by, that they were the workings of a spirit which seemed eager to disentangle itself from the cerements by which it was bound; and to soar away to the higher regions of purity and love, to gaze upon the unveiled glories of the Uncreated Light. Even in her ravings she talked almost exclusively of Divine things. But the hour of her release drew near. As it approached, she manifested, if possible, a higher relish for spiritual conversation and devotional exercises. While her tongue performed its functions—and it did so till a very short while before she expired-Christ, and heaven, and her hopes of immortality, were the subjects on which it was employed; and when utterance failed, the expression of her countenance betokened, in some degree, the feelings of her mind. A group of weeping relatives and friends were then eagerly hanging over her, to watch the last ebbings of life. For a few minutes her breathing became somewhat more laborious: then, raising one of her arms, she heaved a gentle sigh, which loosed the fetters of mortality, and her redeemed spirit entered into rest. Memoirs of Helen Silvie, a Deaf Mute. By ROBERT KINNIBURGH. With an Appendix, containing Notices of other Deaf Mutes. 18mo, pp. 70. Hamilton. THIS is one of the most touching narratives that has seen the light for many a day. Notwithstanding the disadvantages under which she laboured, there was in her such intellectual, moral, and spiritual development, that it actually seems to savour of the supernatural. It is really difficult to say that she would have enjoyed any very greatly-increased advantage from speech and hearing. Let us listen to the venerable Mr. Kinniburgh, to whom, under Providence, she owed so much : "She had imbibed as correct and clear ideas of her duty to God and to her fellow-men, and the destiny that awaited her at death, as most persons cnjoy who have a perfect use of all their faculties. For steadiness, diligence, and perseverance, none could excel her, and no task given her was too much for her to master. At length, her composition became so correct, as scarcely to be discernible to be that of a deaf mute. Her memory was very retentive, and her intellect clear and powerful. "In her composition, she generally used the best words to express her meaning; and even on her death-bed, her words were so well selected, that they conveyed her ideas with the great Catherine was just turned her sixth year when she was taken to Paradise. The deaths of these children present a valuable addition to the existing evidence of the power of grace even in the infant mind. They had both been taught by the Spirit of God; and what "When strangers visiting school prothey had been thus taught, they be- posed any words for explanation, her definitions were in general concise, lieved, without the intrusion of either comprehensive, and striking. The foldoubt or fear; and their faith, it has lowing we give as a specimen, written been seen, was productive of abound-by her without premeditation: est accuracy. |