It is the land, of Christ and his apostles, the birth-place of our religion. We hope the day of resurrection for its decayed and languishing churches may not be far distant. ------ From The Month. SAINTS OF THE DESERT. BY THE REV. J. H. NEWMAN, D.D. 1. Abbot Antony pointed out to a brother a stone, and said to him, "Revile that stone, and beat it soundly." When he had done so, Antony said, "Did the stone say anything?" He answered, "No." Then said Antony: "Unto this perfection shalt thou one day come." 2. When Abbot Arsenius was ill, they laid him on a mat, and put a pillow under his head, and a brother was scandalized. Then said his attendant to the brother: "What were you before you were a monk?" He answered, "A shepherd." Then he asked again, "And do you live a harder or an easier life now than then?" He replied, "I have more comforts now." Then said the other, "Seest thou this abbot? When he was in the world he was the father of emperors. A thousand slaves with golden girdles and tippets of velvet waited on him, and rich carpets were spread under him. _Thou_ hast gained by the change which has made thee a monk; it is thou who art now encompassed with comforts, but he is afflicted." 3. When Abbot Agatho was near his end, he remained for three days with his eyes open and steadily fixed. His brethren shook him, sayings "Abbot, where are you?" He replied, "I stand before the judgment seat." They said, "What, father! do you you too fear? think of your works." He made answer: "I have no confidence till I shall have met my God." 4. Abbot Pastor was asked, "Is it good to cloak a brother's fault?" He answered: "As often as we hide a brother's sin, God hides one of ours, but he tells ours in that hour in which we tell our brother's." 5. The Abbot Alonius said: "Unless a man says in his heart, I and my God are the only two in the world, he will not have rest." 6. Abbot Pambo, being summoned by St. Athanasius to Alexandria, met an actress, and forthwith began to weep. "I weep," he said, "because I do not strive to please my God as she strives to please the impure." 7. An old monk fell sick and for many days could not eat, and his novice made him some pudding. There was a vessel of honey, and there was another vessel of linseed oil for the lamp, good for nothing else, for it was rancid. The novice mistook, and mixed up the oil in the pudding. The old man said not a word, but ate it. The novice pressed him, and helped him a second time, and the old man ate again. When he offered it the third time, the old man said, "I have had enough;" but the novice cried, "Indeed, it is very good. I will eat some with you." When he had tasted it, he fell on his face and said: "Father, I shall be the death of you! Why didn't you speak?" The old man answered: "Had it been God's will that I should eat honey, honey thou wouldst have given me." {17} From The Literary Workman. JENIFER'S PRAYER. BY OLIVER CRANE. IN THREE PARTS. I.