adorn the free and sovereign grace of God, which has distinguished me from so many around me. All are sinners. Only a few become saints. And all saints do not learn and follow their proper business as they should. What should a saint do? He should carefully copy the example of his Saviour, for Jesus has said, "I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done." His example is bright, beautiful, and perfect. It is just what God requires, and what the saint in his best moments desires to be. He should go about doing good. He should sympathize with human misery in every form and wherever discovered. He should aim to spread the knowledge of Christ, and endeavour to make every one happy by leading him to Christ. Every talent should be employed. Every opportunity for doing good, even upon the smallest scale, should be embraced. It is our business to "teach every one his neighbour, and every one his brother, saying, Know the Lord." To oppose sin, to banish ignorance, to relieve indigence, and to endeavour to introduce happiness into every circle and every place. Every morning we should ask, Can I do good to any one today? Can I make any one happy? Can

I spread the knowledge of Jesus? Can I lead a soul to God? Shall I not try? Ought I not to attempt it? May not God honour any feeble, well-meant endeavour to accomplish so glorious a work? But we are mortal, we shall soon die, we must exchange time for eternity. What, then, is my proper business as

A TRAVELLER TO ETERNITY? It is daily to keep the end in view. To live as one that must give an account, and who may be called very soon, very suddenly, to do so. My business is to keep short accounts, putting off nothing until to-morrow which I can do to-day; and daily getting my sins blotted out in the precious blood of Jesus. Never let me lie down at night with guilt on my conscience, or carry the guilt of today into the business of to-morrow. I ought to keep my loins girt, my lamp clean, my vessel full of oil, my evidences bright, and my affairs all in readiness for the sudden coming of the Lord. Dying will be found quite work enough for the last day, without leaving anything to finish then. Let us, therefore, "die daily;" let us do every day's work in the day; and "so an entrance shall be ministered unto us abundantly into the everlasting kingdom

of our Lord and Saviour." Beloved, let us ask, "What is my business?" And let us attend to it carefully, cheerfully, and constantly; that so, when the Master comes, he may say, "Well done, good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."

"The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
Shall wake the nations under ground:
Where then, my God, shall I be found,
When all shall stand before thy throne,
When thou shalt make their sentence known,
And all thy righteous judgment own?

Thou, who for sinners felt such pain,
Whose precious blood the cross did stain,
Who did for us its curse sustain,
By all that man's redemption cost,
Let not my trembling soul be lost,
In storms of guilty terror toss'd.

Give me in that dread day a place
Among thy chosen, faithful race,
The sons of God, and heirs of grace:
Trembling, before thy throne I bend;
My God, my Father, and my friend,
Do not forsake me in the end."

FOR WHAT END HAVE I LIVED?

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E are all living for some end, either right or wrong; and the end for which we live is decided by the course we pursue. If we live in the gratification of our passions, in the practice of sin. and indulging vicious propensities, we are only living to dishonour God, degrade our natures, and eternally ruin our souls. Many men never ask, What should I have in view in my conduct? They live in a careless, thoughtless, indifferent state. One would think that the only end of life with them was to eat, drink, work, take a little carnal pleasure, and die. They seem seldom to raise their thoughts higher. They lose sight of the capabilities of their nature. They never reflect on the greatness and glory of God. They drive from them all thoughts of eternity. They satisfy themselves with the idea, "I dare say I shall fare as well as thousands of my fellows." Or, perhaps, they indulge the vague hope, that because God is merciful, therefore all will be well with them at last. Whereas,

nothing can be more fallacious. No course of conduct can display greater folly.

Reader, what have you been living for? Do you know? Have you been living as an immortal, intelligent being, or like the beasts that perish? Have you ever steadily fixed your eye on eternity, and asked, with due seriousness, What shall I be when time is no more? What will be my employment in another world? If not, it is quite time that you did. You must live whether you will or not. You have no choice as to existence. You are destined to live for ever. Your soul can never die. Is it not a serious thought, "I must exist, I must live for ever?" Will you not dwell upon it, and ask, Where shall I exist? In what state shall I be? In what company shall I dwell? How will God treat me? What will angels and my fellow-men think of me? Oh, if you should be fixed in a state of unchangeable woe! If you should be doomed to dwell with devils and lost souls for ever! If you should, at death, be plunged inte black despair, where there is weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth! But if you are, it will be your own fault. Just think over this idea, "If I go to hell, it will be my own fault." God sends no one