good Spirit of God, was soon brought to love and fear him; and as a proof of his piety he was very fond of prayer. On one occasion a boy was wishful to fight with his companion, when he said to him, "No, Peter, don't fight; but let us pray for him." There was preaching in his father's house, and therefore he often heard the Word of God explained. One night I was preaching there on the subject of death; at which time he received much good, and I was informed he spoke of it to his dying hour. After that time, with the greatest composure, he gave directions about his funeral. He informed his father that when he was dead, I must give out that hymn, beginning "Hark! a voice divides the sky,” I must state also, that he had a great love for singing, and could sing very well himself. He had also a great delight in reading and hearing the Scriptures read. A member of my class often read to him during his sickness. One night he read the 40th Psalm, when he exclaimed-"that is just my case," and desired it to be read again. If he was asked if he should like to get better, his general answer was, "No I should like to die so that I might see my Jesus, who died for me." I He was very delicate from infancy; but in his last illness, I saw disease had marked him for its prey. never saw any one suffer so much. When I have been with him, I have said often to myself, must this fair flower, on which the morning of life has just dawned, so early wither and fall to the dust? Yes, it was so, for his end was very near. During the latter part of his sickness, which lasted several months, he was evidently ripening for glory; and his sufferings made him desirous of departing. One day, when suffering very severely, he said to a neighbour, "Oh! how ill I am! I am full of pain," When she replied, "You will soon have done with it all." "Yes," said he, "I shall soon have done; there will be no sorrow and pain in heaven; but I shall sing— Hallelujah, for ever, to the Lamb who died for me, Glory! Glory Glory!" His sufferings were so great that no one liked to remain with him long at a time. One night I asked him if he should like to get better, when he replied, “No, I want to go to my Jesus." I inquired if he thought he should go to heaven: when with a smile he said, "Yes." One night when he appeared to be in a dose, he raised his head, and looking at his mother, said, “Mother, I am happy." She inquired, how he could tell that. And he said, “Because Jesus has told me so; for he has just been with me, and he says, 'Suffer little children to come unto me;' mother I have nothing to do but to knock at the door of mercy, and it is opened." A few days before his departure, he said to his father and mother, "do you pray for my deliverance?" "Yes," said they; when he replied, "I think you do not pray faithfully enough, or I think I should have been gone before this time." Such an appeal made their hearts sorrowful and heavy. "Mother," said he, "I am suffering very much." "Yes," she said, "you are." But with lamb-like patience, he replied, "what are my sufferings when compared with what Jesus suffered? I have never had nails driven through my hands yet. No, I never have." At another time he said to a neighbour, “Job was full of sores, and forsaken by his friends, and yet he was patient;" then said he, "am I patient enough?" BE KIND. Be kind to thy father-for when thou wert young He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, Be kind to thy father, for now he is old, His locks intermingled with grey; His footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold, Be kind to thy mother-for lo! on her brow Oh, well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now, With accents of kindness, then, cheer her lone way, Be kind to thy brother his heart will have dearth, Be kind to thy brother-wherever you are, Be kind to thy sister-not many may know The depths of the ocean lie fathoms below The surface that sparkles above. Thy kindness shall bring to thee many sweet hours, And blessings thy pathway shall crown, Affection shall weave thee a garland of flowers, More precious than wealth or renown. A. T. THE SUNDAY SCHOLARS' MAGAZINE. MAY, 1845. THE SUFFERINGS AND DELIVERANCE OF JOB. You have, I hope, read in the Bible about Job, and how great his trials were. Three persons who called themselves his friends visited him in his trouble; but, as he said, they proved to be “miserable comforters." They seemed to think that God would never have laid such heavy afflictions on a righteous man; and they therefore charged Job with having provoked God's anger by some great wickedness. Job felt that the charge was unjust, and not only pleaded his innocence, but used language which showed that he was very far from being so submissive to God, as he ought to have been. When he was first told that his flocks and herds were destroyed, and his children carried away as captives, he meekly replied, “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." Perhaps if his friends had kept away from him, he would have continued in this humble frame of mind. They blamed him for being the cause of his own misfortunes; and we need not wonder that he should be thrown off his guard, and give way to a wrong spirit, when we consider that he was reduced from a very rich man VOL. XXI. F to a very poor man, and that he must have been suffering very severely, in consequence of his body being covered over with painful and loathsome boils. When we know of persons being heavily afflicted, we ought never to say they are suffering the just judgments of God for their misconduct. Our Saviour says, "Judge not, that ye be not |