I hope you will be active Christians. If a great many professors that I know are Christians, then there are two kinds of religion. The one is cold and selfish; it seems to be satisfied to creep to heaven without a self-denying effort for the salvation of others. The other is a benevolent religion, which consists in love to God and true practical benevolence to men. It is not only anxious to get to heaven, but desirous also to glorify God as far as is possible in this world, and to bring as many perishing sinners to Christ as possible. Cultivate personal piety; make thorough work in the closet; spend every leisure hour in efforts, strenuous and self-denying, to benefit a perishing world; seek out objects to benefit. If none come immediately under your notice, do not live a day without having some important scheme of usefulness under way. My dear children, I have more in my heart to say to you, but must close. Live near to Jesus, live for Jesus, and may we meet at his blessed feet in glory. Your friend and brother.

K.

THE CRUCIFIXION.

LUKE XXIII. 33.

WHAT Vision bright, of heavenly mould, Lifts his pale hand to summon me? On his fair brow the death-damps cold Hang like a dew-wreath o'er the sea; He beckons sadly, silently,

And points him to Mount Calvary.

A shroud enwraps his radiant form,
A thorny chaplet girds his brow;
While the fast-oozing life-drops warm,
From his bruised temples darkly flow.
"Tis Him! the Saviour-who for me
Gave up the ghost on Calvary.

Yes! He who died on earth for me,

For me-the lost, the unforgiven

Now seeks his Father's face to be

My intercessor still in Heaven.
Oh! not my life's eternity

Wake, torpid spirit!-break the spell
Which sin and folly wove around-
Taste not the opiate of Hell,

Though high the sparkling cup be crown'd.
Thy gilded fetters rend-be free-

And upward mount to Calvary.

There kneel before the sacred cross,
And cast thy sins and sorrows there;
Leave, too, the world's poor tinsell'd dross,
Such toys ill suit the Son's co-heir :
Let nought impede thy eager way,
Haste gain the rock of Calvary.

The path is steep, but plain to sight-
His bloody footsteps mark it well:

Come, as we climb the dizzy height,

Let our glad notes of triumph swell.
Hail, blessed Saviour!-praise to thee!
Who died for us on Calvary.

H. S.

MORNING HYMN,

WATCHFUL guardian of our slumber! Where shall we begin thy praise, Whose loving-kindnesses out-number The moments that make up our days?

When her wing night darkly foldeth O'er the hush'd earth and starry sky, "Tis thou in life our souls that holdeth, While we in sleep unconscious lie.

And afresh with every morning,
Notwithstanding all our sins,

With the first glad day-beam dawning,
Lord! thine unwearied love begins.

Of all thy mercies, though unworthy
We confess ourselves to be,