performed in such a way as deservedly to win the plaudits of the great audience. We are like that musician. When we go hence we shall find that the fragmentary Christian earth-life, with its principles and its loves and its Christ spirit, is that out of which Heaven is made. Heaven is the holy life of earth glorified and perfectly arranged and grandly transfigured.-DAVID Gregg. "Satisfied." When I shall wake on that fair morn of morns, When I shall see Thy glory face to face. When in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child embrace, When I shall meet with those whom I have loved. And find how faithful Thou hast proved, I shall be satisfied. When this vile body shall arise again, Purged by Thy power from every taint and stain, When I shall gaze upon the face of Him And praise Him in the everlasting hymn, When I shall call to mind the long, long past, When every enemy shall disappear, The unbelief, the darkness and the fear; When every vanity shall pass away, H. BONAR. Our Home. At ur best estate we are only pilgrims and strangers here. "Heaven is our home." Death will never knock at the door of that mansion, and in all that country there is not a single grave. How glad parents are in holiday times to gather their children home again! But I have noticed that there is almost always a son or a daughter absent-absent from home, perhaps absent from the country, perhaps absent from the world. Oh, how grad our Heavenly Father will be when He gets all His children home with Him in Heaven! And how deJightfu it will be for brothers and sisters to meet after long separation! Once they parted at the door of the tomb; now they meet at the door of immortality. Once they saw only through a glass darkly; now it is face to face-corruption, incorruption; mortality, immortality. Where are now all their sins and sorrows and troubles? Overwhelmed in the Red Sea of Death, while they passed through dry-shod. Gates of pearl, capstones of amethyst, thrones of dominion! These do not stir my soul so much as the thought of home. Once there, let earthly sorrows howl like storms and roll like seas. Home! Let thrones rot and empires wither. Home! Let the world die in earthquake struggle, and be buried amid procession of planets and dirge of spheres. Home! Let everlasting ages roll ⚫ irresistible sweep. Home! No sorrow, no crying, no tears, no death. But home, sweet home-home, beautiful home! Home everlasting, home with each other, home with God!--TALMAGE. Condensed Comments. And shall they rise, all these? Will there be a trum pet blast so shrill that none of them may refuse to hear it, and the soul, re-entering its shrine of eminent or common clay, pass upward to the judgment? "Many and mighty, but all hushed," shall they submit with us to the judgment of the last assize? And in that world is it true that gold is not the currency, and that rank is not hereditary, and that there is only one name that is honored? Then, if this is the end of all men, let the living lay it to heart. Solemn and thoughtful, let us search for an assured refuge; childlike and earnest, let us confide in the one accepted Name. Let us realize the tender and infinite nearness of God our Father, through Jesus our Surety and Friend.-WM. M. PUNSHON. After all, there is a weariness that can not be prevented. It will come on. The work brings it on. The cross brings it on. Sometimes the very walk with God brings it on, for the flesh is weak; and at such moments we hear softer and sweeter than it ever floated in the wondrous air of Mendelssohn, "O rest in the Lord," for it has the sound of an immortal requiem: "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors."--JAMES HAMILTON. No wearisome days, no sorrowful nights; no hunger or thirst; no anxiety or fears; no envies, no jealousies, no breaches of friendship, no sad separations, no distrusts. or forebodings, no self-reproaches; no enmities, no bitter regrets, no tears, no heart-aches. "And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying; neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away."--BISHOP R. S. FOSTER. Death must obliterate all memories and affections and ideas and laws, or the awakening in the next world will be amid the welcomes and loves and raptures of those who left us with tearful farewells and with dying promises. that they would wait to welcome us when we should arrive. And so they do. Not sorrowfully, not anxiously, but lovingly, they wait to bid us welcome.--BISHOP R. S. FOSTER. After the fever of life-after wearinesses, sicknesses, fightings and despondings, languor and fretfulness, struggling and failing, struggling and succeeding-after all the changes and chances of this troubled and unhealthy state, at length comes death-at length the white throne of God at length the beatific vision.-J. H. NEWMAN. HEAVEN. Rest. Heavenly joys shall be like the tree of life in the New Jerusalem, which brings forth twelve manner of fruits, and yields its fruit every month. Robert Hall used to cry: "Oh, for the everlasting rest!" But Wilberforce would sigh to dwell in unbroken love. Hall was a man who suffered; he longed for rest. Wilberforce was a man of amiable spirit, loving society and fellowship; he longed for love. Hall shall have his rest, and Wilberforce shall have his love. There are joys at God's right hand, suitable for the spiritual tastes of all those who shall come thither. The heavenly manna tastes to every man's peculiar liking.-SPURgeon. Elijah's Translation. There is a Heaven; there is an appointed end to every true and faithful servant of God. You do not tumble into the grave, and that is the last of you. My brother, my sister, living for Christ in this great Babylon of London-have no doubt it. You will see Him; you will |