Read the motto over the gateway of all these six cities. Read the motto over the door of the Gospel Refuge:--"_Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other_ NAME given under heaven among men by which the sinner can be saved, but _the_ NAME of JESUS." _Jesus, my Refuge_! look on me: When weak and weary, worn, opprest: I cast my every care on Thee-- Thou art my _Rest_. _Jesus my Refuge_! guide my way, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, Oh, shine Thou forth with cheering ray!-- Thou art my _Light_. _Jesus, my Refuge_! storms may rise, Affliction sweep with tempest-shock, My spirit to Thy shelter flies, Thou art my _Rock_. _Jesus my Refuge_! legion-foes May seek to drive me from the field, But in Thy strength I shell repose-- Thou art my _Shield_. _Jesus, my Refuge_! Thou in store Hast happiness without alloy, Pleasures unmingled, evermore-- Thou art my _Joy_. _Jesus, my Refuge_! on the brink Of Jordan, in my latest strife, Thou wilt not suffer me to sink-- Thou art my _Life_. _Jesus, my Refuge_! oh, supply My every want, whate'er befall; Through life, in death, eternally, Thou art my _ALL_! ANON. THE ROCK OF CASTELLO. The Rock of Castello. As I was walking on a bright summer evening, among the Italian Alps, I came to one of the lovely valleys of the Waldenses. These, perhaps I should tell my young readers, are a pious race of Christians, who have, age after age, boldly "contended for the faith once delivered to the saints," and kept the lamp of truth brightly burning, when all around was darkness. This beautiful spot is surrounded by very lofty mountains, whose tops are almost lost in the clouds, while the little stream that murmurs below has its banks covered with vines and mulberry trees, rich corn fields, and happy villages. When I first entered it by the Alpine pass of La Croix, the whole valley was shrouded in a dense fog, with the exception of one bold and very remarkable Rock, which towered in solitary grandeur above the sea of mist, and seemed from its height like an island suspended in mid-air! Upon inquiring what this Rock was, I was informed it is a place famous in the history of the Valley. When the poor peasants were persecuted by their foes, their cottages and hamlets plundered, their loved sanctuaries burnt with fire, and "all their pleasant things laid waste," they would retire with their wives and little ones up to this rocky citadel, which the God of nature seemed to have reared as a shelter for His defenceless people.