Coming like a guest from heaven To our earthly, toil-worn lives, A sweet influence, pure, uplifting, To our struggling souls it gives. Pointing with prophetic finger To the perfect Sabbath rest In the fair, Celestial City Of the sainted and the blest,— As with angel voice it calls us, Now to seek that home of light Where the gates of pearl shall open To the pure with garments white. Day beloved! thy blessed service In the temple of our God, Draws us nearer—ever nearer, To our glorious, risen Lord. Still that soft and mellow cadence Lingers like a sacred charm, Resting on my waiting spirit With a touch of heavenly calm. Like a sweet-toned voice still calling From our home that is to be, While from out its unseen glory Floats celestial harmony. EIGHT CENTURIES WITH WALTER SCOTT. By WALLACE BRUCE. Queen Elizabeth died March 24, 1602. James the Sixth, of Scotland, became James the First of the United Kingdoms. According to ancient prophecy the Scottish kings were to follow the Stone of Scone, which, it will be remembered, was removed to London by Edward the First. The prophecy was three hundred years in being fulfilled. The same strange Nemesis of fate, which, in the last generation, placed the grandson of Josephine upon the throne of France, handed the scepter of the haughty Elizabeth to the son of her unfortunate rival, Mary, Queen of Scots. But the good fortune of James only emphasizes the general misfortune of the Stuart family. His ancestral record was not a cheerful retrospect. James the First of Scotland was murdered. James the Second was killed by the bursting of a cannon. James the Third was privately slain. James the Fourth fell on the disastrous field of Flodden. James the Fifth died of a broken heart. Mary was beheaded. His father Darnley was murdered.