no more of me, than I can perform; what mercy is thine, O my heavenly Father! my heart is full of thanks and praise; tears fill my eyes when I consider all the instances of thy goodness to myself, the numberless acts of thy lovingkindness! I can no more sum up thy benefits, than I can count the stars of the firmament. O that the love and faithfulness of my God may excite, not only feelings that quickly pass and die away, but impressions deeply graven on the heart, that shall be accompanied by a consistent life of holiness, steady and progressive! Let me not be tempted above that which I am able to bear. Thou wilt remember thy promise, that though mountains depart, and the hills be removed, yet shall not thy mercy and kindness be taken away from thy servant that trusteth in thee. O my heavenly Father, help me to be faithful and true in life, in trial, in death, even unto the end!

This last day of the month reminds me, that the last day of my life will come as surely as every other day arrives in its course. On whom shall I depend, while all things thus pass on, and my days go swiftly by. O my God, on thee I will rest in peace-thou who ever livest and reignest? I desire to be ever thine! Let my death come when it pleaseth thee! Let me here live in communion with thee, and when I die, be found one with thee, holy Lord and Saviour!

EARTH.

"The earth is the Lord's and all that therein is, the compass of the world, and they that dwell therein." -PSALM Xxiv. 1.

THIS morning light finds me still upon earth; still living among the countless multitude of God's visible creatures.

How does my soul expand itself, when it embraces, with all the powers of imagination, the vast circumference of this globe, with all that surrounds it, and all that it contains. What wisdom, what power, what goodness is here displayed! Whether we consider the form, and ceaseless motion of our earth, or the proportions, and fitness of its parts,—the atmosphere and change of seasons,—the stones,

plants, and animals; whether we examine the order and arrangement of the whole, and the provision made for all, or the beauty of individual portions—we must exclaim, O God, in wisdom thou hast made them all!

How lovely is the face of nature, when the sun pours forth his beams, to give warmth and life to woods, and streams, and hills, and valleys! While I bring my morning offering of praise, my fellow-mortals, in distant quarters of the globe, are presenting their evening sacrifice. Over the different parts of the earth appear, at the same moment, morning, noon, and night -spring, summer, autumn, winter. While I rejoice in the opening spring, or warm summer, others are seeking shelter from the cold blast of winter-one hand provides for all.

Man is, unquestionably, the chief of these works, which are so admirable.

I

am endowed with a rational nature. How does my spirit rejoice within me, that I possess this faculty of reason; that I am conscious of my existence, and can take delight in it, and in that of my fellow-creatures; that I can effect some good, and hope for greater perfection, till my spirit shall even attain to union with the God who gave it; all things are his, but more especially has he adopted men as his own; all things are the objects of his care, but man is the object of his redeeming love!

Great God! Creator of this earth, and of all things in heaven and earth! Father of all men! I bow down before thee in humble adoration! Thou art, or nothing would be ;-I should not be !

In the countless myriads of thy creatures, what am I? I pass away as a shadow; my time here is as nothing in comparison of thy other works; but this is my