Then years flew by, as the lightnings fly,
Again the summons of death came nigh.

'Twas heard by a child with sunny hair,
And eyes of violet blue ;

She ceased her brother's sports to share,
And pale and pensive grew.

At midnight rose her wailing cry,
With showers of tears of agony,
"Oh, what if I to-night should die,
"I have not heaven in view!"
She wept for sin; at length she found
The sinner's ransom paid,

And with a strong though child-like faith,
Her sins on Jesus laid.

And ere the messenger came nigh,

To her such faith was given;

"I fear not now," she said, "to die,

For Jesus is in heaven."

Then came the bright one down,

Bore her to her starry crown ;

Oh, what glad seraph-chants were strewn
Round the bright pathway to her Saviour's throne.

A year flew by, like a breeze's sigh,
Again the summons of death came nigh.

It came to one in manhood's prime,
In youth and health abounding;
Intellect beaming on his brow,
Kindness his steps surrounding;
The stronger rushed upon the strong;
The seventh morning came,

His feet had entered Jordan's stream,

Its chill was on his frame;
But till it froze his rich deep voice,
For mercy still he prayed;
"O Christ, have mercy upon me,"
Were the last words he said.
Swiftly thy wing swept on, O Death,
To burst our links of love;

But we trust it bore our wrested one
To a better home above.

And month by month, and year by year
The Patriarch of the band

His white hairs bent o'er the Holy Book
To read of that better land.
"I feel the gathering snows of age
And they tell me of the grave;
In myself but sin, I trust in Christ,
And He alone can save."

Thus years went by, with a warning cry
Suddenly death again came nigh.

The Patriarch bowed on the Sabbath-day
In the holy house of prayer;

At night he sank to his usual rest,

At dawn came the summons there. His children stood by his painless couch, He knew them but could not speak ; He pressed their hands, and he looked farewell, Then turned the Book to seek,

He placed it in their willing hands

They read him that Word of God;

THE EGYPTIAN. By the Author of "The Jew.”— Religious Tract Society.

VERY interesting; full of information, and duly illustrated. Egypt has a very conspicuous part to perform ere long: God hath spoken good concerning her, in connexion with Israel; and some of us will live to see it.

A very pungent and effective "Reply to the Charge of Archdeacon Hare" has reached us, but we have not yet been able to procure a copy of the "Charge" itself.

THE PROTESTANT.

'THE cliffs, the snowy cliffs of Albion! it is long since I looked upon them,' said my uncle, as, pacing the firm, smooth sands below, he measured with his eye the height of that majestic wall of dazzling white, levelled as though with a plummet-line, and only broken in its beautiful surface by the playful jutting out of here and there a hardy wild flower, or a tuft of rugged grass. It stretched far before us, on our left,-the tide that had erewhile dashed its billows against the rampart, having now ebbed to its lowest point; and we sauntered on, with the exquisite enjoyment of people whose nature and early habits are almost amphibious; but who have long been fettered to their respective posts of duty, unable to gratify the strong propensity for marine scenery and its concomitants, which amounts to a passion rather than a mere taste.

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Well, I have, in my inland home, contemplated the ruinous career of this untoward generation, and numbered up our daring acts of rebellion against the Lord, until I have been brought to a feeling of stern acquiescence in the pouring forth of His most righteous indignation, content that he should vindicate the majesty and the might that we have set at nought: but, I don't know how it is, while walking here at the foot of these cliffs, these beauteous and magnificent walls, built by His own Almighty hand, and for so many centuries rendered utterly impregnable to all assailants, my heart

melts, yea, bleeds for my country; and from its inmost depths the prayer ascends, " O Lord, spare thy people, -let not thy heritage be brought to confusion,-spare thy people, whom thou hast redeemed with thy most precious blood!"

'Such is also my feeling, uncle; and while I utter the prayer a buoyant hope seems to awaken within me, promising that it shall be answered, and all shall yet be well.'

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That buoyancy may be, in great measure, the effect of this exhilarating breeze, and soul-expanding scenery, chasing the languor of disease, and stringing the weary nerves anew. Yet I would not discourage the most sanguine hope that you can form when its foundation is fixed in believing prayer; for the word is ever unchangeably sure, According to thy faith be it unto thee;" and who knows how oft, how long the impending stroke of divine vengeance has been withheld at the lowly supplication of even such humble ones as you and I are? O the glory, and the majesty, and the goodness of God, who has so spread before us his mighty works, for an everlasting memorial of what He can and will do for those who trust in Him! Look at this smooth level, for here it scarcely slopes, and not a ridge, not the slightest vestige of any thing that could possibly present a barrier to the weakest ripple of a stream is anywhere perceptible; now mark that swell, ridge behind ridge of light but powerful waves, an immense body of water, not to be resisted by the hand of man, rolling towards us. What shall stay its course? who shall prevent its dashing past us, and striking the foot of the cliff? Magnificent lesson! "Fear ye not me? saith the Lord,-will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a per