Home! home! a home beyond those far bright stars,
Upon whose light I gaze with loving eye;

Those untired watchers calmly looking down,

On this world's turmoil, from their thrones on high.
Home! home! a home where brighter scenes expand,
Than ever met my sight while lingering here;
Where sweeter sounds are heard; and kindlier tones
Than any of this world might meet mine ear.

Home! home! where my freed spirit can look down,
And feel it hath no more to do with strife,
And all the coldness and anxieties

Which still make up the larger share of life.

Home! home! where sounds of praise are ever heard,
And heavenly glories on my sight may shine;
Thou, Lord, the temple; and the Lamb, the light-
Oh, Father, let such home, such light be mine!

ANNA ELIZABETH.

ON THE MOTTO TO THE MOTTO OF THE
MARQUIS OF CHOLMONDLEY.

"Cassis tutissima Virtus."-Virtue is the safest helmet.
Amid the conflict and the strife,
Which mingle with my warfare-life,
What shall my soul secure?
Almighty power alone can screen-
'Twixt me and danger intervene ;
And make my safety sure.

Pimlico.

My helmet Hope; and Faith my shield,
The Spirit's sword," the word" I wield

In every scene of woe:

These holy graces shall impart
Courage to meet each fiery dart :

And conquer every foe!

Let me but daily watch and pray,
While I proceed this dangerous way;
And ask supplies of grace :
Feeble and weak, in battle-field

In GOD I trust-I ne'er shall yield ;—

But conquer and give praise!

R. H. SHEPHERD.

THE

YOUTHS' MAGAZINE;

OR

Evangelical Miscellany.

MAY, 1842.

SUMMIT OF RIGHI, AT SUN-RISE.

THE following graphic and beautiful extract from a letter written upon the spot, will, we are sure, be read with the deepest interest by our young friends:

"This letter comes to you, as all your best blessings do, from above the clouds. I am at this moment writing on the summit of Mount Righi, in Switzerland, where we have rested for the night, in a comfortable hospice, about 5,750 feet above the level of the sea. We are both overpowered with admiration and delight at the proofs of the mighty hand of God which every-where surround us. We commenced the ascent about five o'clock, and after witnessing a sun-set of the brightest glory behind Mount Pilate, reached the auberge at about ten. All our toils and fatigues are amply compensated. Never have I witnessed such impressive scenes before, and perhaps never may again. At three o'clock this morning we were awakened by the crowing of the cock, for there is quite a farm at the summit of the mountain, and were awe-struck on going to our VOL. V. 4th SERIES.

window at the view it presented to us. We beheld, as we supposed, a sea of snow, not in agitation, but peacefully becalmed. The full moon was shining in undimmed brightness above, and in the midst of these snowy waves rose all around a multitude of frosted mountains, reflecting in every variety of form its silvery rays. It was some time ere we could sufficiently collect our ideas, and accurately determine our position. The first impression was that we had awoke in the polar circle, and were in those ice-bound regions where the Moravian missionaries glow with the love of their Saviour, and live and die to lead their heathen flocks to that good Shepherd. But we soon remembered the toil of the evening, and then discovered that what appeared the 'white sea' below us, were the clouds resting for the night two thousand feet beneath, or above half-way up the mountain; and that as many feet below them lay a sleeping world, while the Alps, whose top had penetrated the vapours, were the connecting links between it and ourselves. Our little auberge seemed like the ark resting on Ararat, the only vestige of life, and place of safety, in the deathlike silence which reigned around. We could only give utterance to our feelings in tears.

"But a brighter scene was awaiting us. At about four, the long horn of the Alps sounded through the galleries, and summoned us to greet the opening day. All our travellers in their cloaks and furs, some from almost all climes, sallied forth to the highest peak. Every eye was turned towards the east a few moments of silence and another blast of the horn announced the sun's first ray, not as yet reaching us, but we turned and saw his golden light on the lofty pinnacle of the high Alp behind us, the Jung-frau, then on the Wetten Horn; and then another blast from the guide, and we saw the first direct ray start above the fleecy pavement at our feet, and shoot between the mountain tops, overlaying all with lines of purple and gold. It was an exciting moment! Not a word was spoken, but several of our fellow-travellers fell on their knees. We could not repress the wish that all those present, and all dear to us, might feel an equal desire to behold the Sun of Righteousness,' and would look for Him more than they who watch for the morning!'

"One of the first objects which the opening light disclosed served to strengthen these impressions. It was a cross which the