Salvation.

NO. VI.

'HAT must I do to be saved,") "Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world."-Matt. xxviii.20. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold.

When my heart is discouraged with fear? Think then of the Friend who is still

the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha." -2 Kings vi. 17.

"He that endureth to the end shall
be saved."-Matt. x. 22.
"Our light affliction, which is but for
a moment, worketh for us a far more
exceeding and eternal weight of glory."
-2 Cor. iv. 17.

He'll hear you, and answer, and Lord, save us: we perish. Then

Fear not; there is one in the furnace" I see four men loose, walking in the

HE death of Garibaldi, the Italian patriot and liberator of his country, has brought to light many incidents of his life, and among them there is

nothing more touching than his intense veneration for his mother. It is said that her portrait always hung above his head, and if he saw any one looking at it the tears started into his eyes. The picture represents an old woman wrapped in a crimson shawl, and with a noble and sweet countenance. The feeling which the thought of his long-lost mother awakened is said to have arisen partly from remorse at having, by his adventurous life, been a source to her of cruel anxiety; partly also from her devotion to him and his strong belief in the power of her prayers, by which he was assured he had been delivered from the perils incident to his own temerity. His faith in the efficiency of his mother's prayers was never for a moment shaken. She is said to have been a woman of saintly life and inexhaustible charity. Garibaldi ascribed his tenderness for all who suffered and were oppressed to the example she gave of compassion for the needy and the suffering. Beautiful was Garibaldi's devotion to his mother's memory.

Happy is the man in whose heart is enshrined the image of a pious and devoted mother! It is the safeguard of many a youth amid the perils of a sinful world, as it was of the youth who, when tempted to do evil, or to go into the haunts of sinful pleasure, felt his mother's "soft hand" upon him as he used to feel it when she knelt with him in prayer. A blessed restraint against evil is that "soft hand." So also have a mother's prayers and a mother's godly life drawn many a young man into the ways of God and of goodness. And a mother's sympathy for the suffering, and kindly help to the needy, have sometimes kindled like feelings in her family, and gone down with them through generations.

What an encouragement to mothers to exert the best influence upon their sons and daughters! What power for good is wrapped up in a woman's heart, and when the

woman is a mother, what appeals come to her from every young life God has committed to her care! By all that is precious to her heart, by all she would have those dear ones to become in character, by all the happiness she would bring into their life, and by all the influence for good she would have them exert, in their time, upon lives yet unborn, the appeal comes to her to deal wisely, kindly, prayerfully with, and before the eyes of, her children.

And what an ever widening circle opens before the mother's influence! Her best self may live again in her children's lives, and her best influences be exerted through them long after she has passed away. Possibly it may tell upon multitudes, as in the case of the mother of Garibaldi. The mother's own life may be circumscribed in its sphere, but her son may come to be as a prince among his fellows. He may be set over hundreds as an employer, and it may be as it was in the case of the brothers Crossley, who ever acted in the spirit of their honoured mother, who in early days vowed that if God prospered her in life the poor should taste of it. The son may become a teacher, a preacher, a missionary to men; and how often at ministerial ordinations, when the young candidate has told the story of his life, has he spoken in trembling accents of the mother whose godly influences have led him on to that day's public consecration, and the effects of which it is his solemn determination to bring to bear on the souls of men through all his ministry.

Let no son be ashamed of the mother that has blessed his life, and made him in great measure what he has become. All honour to Garibaldi! He honoured himself in honouring the memory of his mother. That portrait of a humble figure over his head became him better than even the laurels he had earned so honourably and wore so meekly. Your mother, young man, may have worn a peasant's garb, her grammar may have been exceedingly faulty, and she may have been altogether innocent of society manners; but, if she blessed your life by her prayers and by her pious example, do her honour in the face of a disdainful world.

Have her portrait over your head, or upon your breast ; nor let your devotion to her memory forsake you, though you should be called to stand before kings. Above all," Forsake not the law of thy mother. Bind it continually upon thy

heart, and tie it about thy neck. When thou goest it shall lead thee; when thou sleepest it shall keep thee; and when thou awakest it shall talk with thee. For the commandment is a lamp, and the law is light, and reproofs of instruction are the way of life."

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Faithful in a very Little."

J. B. F.

DO wish papa had done as I asked him!" exclaimed Emily Thorne to herself, as she impatiently trod the garden paths and swung her hat backwards and forwards by its bright blue strings.

66 I wanted to do something great for him, something that would please him very much; and it is too bad of him just to tell me to be a good girl and to practise my scales well, and to help Miss Jenkins with the little ones. That is all very well, but it is not anything great or grand. And I did want so much to please him." Two great sorrowful tears gathered under Emily's brown lashes, and fell on the blue strings, but she failed to notice them. Emily's father, Major Thorne, had just left for India, after a short six months' leave. His children ali loved him dearly, but the impulsive, romantic heart of his eldest girl, Emily, almost worshipped her handsome soldier-father. The poor children had early lost their mother, and to a kind, elderly friend, Miss Jenkins, they had been committed by Major Thorne during his enforced absence. Emily had formed a wonderful plan by which to please her father; she determined to ask his advice as to some great sacrifice or grand purpose which she should make or fulfil before his promised return in the ensuing year. But, on broaching the subject to him the morning of his departure, her romantic hopes had received

a death-blow in the words of her father, who, gently patting her brown, curly head, had said:

"You can please me best, Emily, by doing everything as if for me. Be a good girl, practise well, for I long for you to be a good musician, and help Miss Jenkins in everything with the little ones. This will cost you a daily sacrifice of inclination, and be a grand and noble undertaking."

But Emily felt mortified and crestfallen; that sort of sacrifice and work was not great enough to please her, and so this morning she impatiently put from her the plain and homely way of giving her father pleasure, in bitter disappointment that it was not a noble enterprise.

It seems to us all that Emily made a complete mistake; but are we any wiser ? Our Father in heaven has bidden each child of His to bear a daily cross and to carry a daily load, and to please Him in little things. Yet how often you and I sit sighing idly for some grand and noble work for God? We have often wished that God would ask us to do some great thing by which to prove our love to Him. We have thought of the mission-field, or of an eloquence Godgiven, that should take the world by storm, as being ours. Or has some reader secretly sighed for work in Sundayschools, district or class, who is tied at home by family duties, little brothers and sisters, or the invalid mother who needs such care? But, as we do not set our children to write a letter until they have learned to form the tiny letters of each word, so in God's great school, you must learn to please Him perfectly in little things ere He will call you to greater works. Just as we give "A B C" to the babylips, so He gives you little tasks to prepare you for great ones. If He find you "faithful now, in the tiresome routine of a teacher's life, or in the weary monotony of a watcher by the sick bed, or in the thankless toil of daily business, cares, and thought for others, you will soon hear the call to greater work, greater trust will be committed to you, because He has proved and found you "faithful in a very little." If you could only believe that

every day is a