shadow, and where he and his departed Caroline would again have one home, one altar, and one resting-place. As a Christian minister he felt that he was now especially called upon to practice himself that childlike submission and patience that he had so often enjoined upon others. "Now, Lord, I would be thine alone," was practically his language, and the scenes of this fading life seemed nothing to him, compared with the safety of the soul and the realities of eternity. The anguish that the bitter pang of separation at first caused, soon softened into soothing reflection. To see Caroline happy had been the fondest wish of his heart, and he knew that she was now in the enjoyment of bliss that she would not exchange for the sweetest of earthly portions, or the dearest of earthly friends. His sweet child, too, was folded in the arms of Jesus, before sorrow could fade her infant loveliness, or the sad air of earth chill her young affections. Their souls were now filled with immortal happiness, and with humbled faith he looked forward to the time when he should meet them and his sainted mother at the right hand of God. Sorrow turned not Herbert from the path of duty. His subdued voice soon arose again from its accustomed place. "I was dumb, I opened not my mouth because thou didst it," were the chosen words of exposition; and the calm manner and serene countenance of the sufferer, showed that, with the Palmist, his soul had bowed to the Lord. Tears fell fast around him, but none from his eyes. To win souls to Christ was now the first and dearest object of his life: and in the holy effort, he found, as all have done who have entered upon it, that the path of righteousness was the path. of peace. "O let my trembling soul be still, When mounted on thy clouded car, Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown; I think of thee-and smile again. So, trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on : What though some cherished joys are fledWhat though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, brighter joys remain : Why should my spirit then complain !" 6* THE LOST TRAVELLER. "Forth he went From the abodes of elegance and ease, WILCOX. Ar the close of a mild day in September, 1835, a solitary traveller, on horseback, was winding his way through one of the vast prairies of the state of Illinois. His dress was coarse and plain, and his appearance way-worn and fatigued. A shade of serious thought rested on his brow, but the mild light of his eye told a tale of inward peacefulness. The lone traveller was a servant of the Lord Jesus Christ, who had left, for a time, the flock he had gathered in a distant part of the state, to scatter the seed of the Gospel over the wilderness, and to break the bread of life to those who were living without hope and without God in the world. Like his Master, the faithful man went from house to house, and never departed without leaving a prayer and blessing behind him. On Tuesday, the thirtieth of September, his heart was cheered and his spirit refreshed by his arrival at a cottage, whose inmates had heard the glad tidings of the Gospel of peace, and faithfully cherished his hopes and promises as their best portion here, and only passport to eternity. It was very sweet to him to sit down at their simple board which the supplicated blessings had hallowed, and sweeter still to kneel around a family altar where the flame of humble piety was kept burning, and where incense and a pure offering daily arose to the Author of every good and perfect gift. But our missionary could not linger beneath this roof, delightful as it was to find a response when he spoke of the common hopes, joys and fears, that bind the people of God together. He must be on his way to those, who, as yet, saw no beauty in the face of the Lord Jesus, and try to set him forth in the true loveliness of his life and doctrine. Soon after dinner he mounted his well-fed horse, and, with a parting benediction, took his leave. He rode |