nguid eyes, to keep myself awake, when the sermon eemed heavy or dull, are still unaltered. But, alas! few re left of those who sat in them then. The elders are all gone, not one is left, and nearly all my youthful friends with whom I sported and played are gone too. Strange hat they should be taken and I left. May it be for good me and others that it is so! The people who sit in hese pews now are strangers to me; not all of them, but early all. A very few old men and women with silvery ocks and feeble steps are left, and they sit in the places here they used to sit, like relics of the past, to tell anderers like me, I suppose, that the dear old church still the same. But they, too, will soon pass away, nd leave their places to others. So it is the world ver. One goes and another comes.

"How changeful, O how changeful

Is this short and fleeting life!"

But still I love the little old church at home better far han all others on earth. It treasures up and reminds e of many sweet memories of the joyous sunny days f my youth that I would otherwise forget; it says, when visit it, "This is not your rest ;" and it points forward, ith steady hand, to that city which hath foundations, hose builder and maker is God:

"Where friends, are never parted,

Once met around the throne,
And none are broken-hearted,

Since all in Christ are one.'

THE CHRISTIAN CHILD.

By cool Si lo

· am's sha dy rill, How

sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath be

neath the hill, Of Sharon's dew y rose!

And such the child whose early feet The

path of peace hath trod, Whose se cret heart with

O Thou whose infant feet were found
Within thy Father's shrine!

Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,
Were all alike divine:

Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

MOTHER, WHAT IS DEATH?

"MOTHER, how still the baby lies!

I cannot hear his breath;

I cannot see his laughing eyes ;-
They tell me this is death.

"My little work I thought to bring,
And sat down by his bed,
And pleasantly I tried to sing-
They hushed me-he is dead.

"They say that he again will rise,
More beautiful than now;
That God will bless him in the skies ;-
Oh, Mother, tell me how!"

"Daughter, do you remember, dear,
The cold, dark thing you brought,
And laid upon the casement here-
A withered worm, you thought?
"I told you that Almighty power
Could break that withered shell,
And show you, in a future hour,
Something would please you well.

"Look at the chrysalis, my love,
An empty shell it lies;

Now raise your wondering glance above,
To where you insect flies!"

"Oh yes, mamma! how very gay
Its wings of starry gold!
And see! it lightly flies away
Beyond my gentle hold.

"Oh, mother, now I know full well,
If God that worm can change,
And draw it from this broken cell,
On golden wings to range,
"How beautiful will brother be,
When God shall give him wings,
Above this dying world to flee,
And live with heavenly things!"

Mrs. Gilman.

COAL MINE.

THOMAS WATSON, whose name is connected with the Hartley calamity, as one of those brave men who forgot his own danger in the attempt to benefit his fellow.

sufferers, attended a noon-day meeting for prayer on the 30th January, and, at the request of Dr. Bruce, gave the following account of the first stage of the catastrophe :—

"When we had ascended half way up the shaft, we heard a crash. The cage was struck, and two chains broke. The cage was not square on the shaft: she went a little further and caught. We then began to see how many there were of us. We missed four men, and Robinson was hanging with his head down the pit. I pulled him into the cage with my left hand.

"Some of us were sore hurt, but I was not much hurt. Sharp was my brother-in-law. We had some lucifer matches: he struck a light, and I gave him a candle, but the water soon put it out. Then we began to feel there was a great necessity for praying. Old Sharp and I cried, 'Lord have mercy on us!' And He had mercy.

"I heard two of the men below making a great work, The old man who was with me wanted to get down to his son, but I said, 'You cannot; you have a broken leg. I'm well: I'll slide down. If I find him I'll stop; and if not I'll go to the yard-seam.'' (Watson did not then know that the obstruction in the shaft was above the entrance to the yard-seam.) He continues: "I then took to the rope, and said, 'I'm well; and if you get to bank, tell my friends I am prepared for my journey.'”

Presently he reached George Sharp, who asked for his father, and was told he was in the cage above with his leg broken. A similar injury had been done to the son. George said, "Tom, what's to be done?' Watson answered, 'Now for the grand secret: if we faithfully serve God, He'll serve us.' (We hope this was Watson's mode of saying, If we sincerely repent and believe on the Lord Jesus, He will save us; for salvation is of