and thus my heart resolves. Yes, Lord, the dying embers of my life are Thine. I thank Thee, Thou dost not cast me off in my old age. 'My soul shall magnify the Lord, and my spirit rejoice in God my Saviour.'--A few days ago, my mind was filled with uncertainty respecting two members of my family; however, I laid the case before the Lord, and, to my surprise and grateful acknowledgment, in a day or two there was an opening in each case. Reader or writer, think not highly of thyself, others were praying as well as thee.--My first thought this morning, 'I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore with "loving kindness have I drawn thee.' A very cheering letter from my son Richard. Praise the Lord for such information, both from heaven and earth.--A beautiful sunny morning. Grant that the Sun of righteousness may rise upon me with healing in His wings. Let Him heal, and form my soul anew. This is my chief desire. I do thank Thee for peace, but O enlarge my heart, and fully fit me to behold Thy glory!--A quiet Sabbath morning. I am sitting alone. The sun shines brightly upon me, and all nature seems to join in hallowed harmony. May my soul, capable of far greater powers, be expanded to receive far richer influences from the great source of my being--the inexhaustible fountain of all blessedness. My soul drinks of the living stream. Praise God for these small draughts. Enlarge and fill, and enlarge for ever!" MAN'S FRAILTY. See a flower of lovely hue, Dipp'd in beauty bright, at Spring, Blasted by a wind that blew, Ere it passed its blossoming. Such is man, in best estate; Like a flower he buddeth forth, Till some unexpected fate Brings him to his mother earth, Such a shadow of a shade, Human life, a moment, is: Now we live, but soon conveyed Past all life's uncertainties. Blooming youth and wither'd age, Infant charms and ripened years, Death assaults with equal rage, Unappeas'd by prayers or tears: Then, the closely wedded pair, Soul and body sadly part; Yet to meet again--but _where? Seek the answer in thy heart_. "'Looking unto Jesus!' This is the posture of my soul. Yea, I long after God. I have been peculiarly drawn out In prayer for several members of my family, with great sweetness In my own soul. Glory be to God!" XXIII. SLEEP IN JESUS. "WEEP NOT; SHE IS NOT DEAD BUT SLEEPETH."--Luke viii. 62.